"Break me, Shake me"
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A/N: Whee. Last chapter. Hope the story goes alright and ya'll liked it. :B By the way, the "~" is an ending and starting flashback.. thing. So yeah. :B On with the story. Its not gonna have a very happy ending for those of you who like Hermione
(Not that I don't like her but.. hey, it's always fun to write that kinda stuff with a main character.. and I'll just shut up now and type the story.)
This chapter is taken place a few months after the whole "slitting the wrists" thing so their seventh year is almost over. And uh.. It has a preacher! O_O; Along with a bunch of assholes and what not. Just.. read it.
P.S. - Flames will be used to burn your houses down. o.- So don't flame me saying how I have issues for hurting / killing off people you might really, really like - kay?
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The rain fell from the slightly foggy and cloudy sky that day. No one would have guessed that this would happen to her. The one that was the strongest of them all. And now she was gone. And there he was, standing right beside the headstone looking up, with a million thoughts running through his mind as the rain continued to fall and splash to the ground.
"The drops remind me of tears.. could it be heaven crying for me? Or could it be Hermione crying for herself? Or all of us?" the boy mumbled softly, but didn't notice when a few heads turned his direction. Another person Draco didn't recognize very well sighed impatiently and checked their watch.
"How much longer do we have to wait for the preacher to get here?" he said aloud to no one in particular. Draco's eyes glanced his way, clouded over by a sudden urge of hate and sorrow once more. How could he be worried about the time now when someone he knew was buried six feet underground? Never to be seen or heard from again? The stranger caught Draco's eyes and glared back at him. "What are you looking at, kid? What are you doing here anyways? You don't look like anyone from the family or someone Hermione would know." After the comment, he scoffed in the younger boy's direction before turning around and looking for the preacher that was supposed to be doing the services.
But Draco's mind wasn't on the services then. He was still wondering how someone could be so inconsiderate about someone else - then memories of the six long years that he taunted the brown-haired girl and called her names came back to him. He was just like that man.. inconsiderate, rude and impatient - but the girl that was now laying in a white 'box' with petals and a single rose on top of it had taught him something. She had taught Malfoy that hatred wasn't the answer - she had shown him that in a very harsh way as crimson hit the floor that day. She had taught him that good things come to those who wait - he smiled a bit at the numerous encounters they had and what went beyond them in the many rooms of Hogwarts. But most importantly, she had taught him that he had feelings too. That he wasn't always a cold and malicious villain destined to kill his enemies.
She taught him that he actually had a heart.
Yet that heart was broken in two, and always would be 'til the day he died as well.
Faint footsteps could be heard from behind the pale blonde boy as many relieved sighs and smiles came over people's faces. Not many were crying, not even a lot of them were mourning the girl's death. It seemed they were just there because they had to be. Nothing else to it. A few people shook hands with the preacher before he took out a book with the words "Holy Bible" written across it before beginning.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.." his voice droned on for ten more minutes before the service was over. Surprisingly, though, not a lot of people were crying after it. They were all mumbling how the weather was terrible, or how they wanted to get home and sleep again, or how this was a complete waste of time in their opinion. Just two people dressed in black were standing on the other side of the headstone trying to hold back sobs and comforting one another. Studying the pair for a few moments, he realized it must have been her parents he had found out about and seen in his second year at Hogwarts.
Taking a few steps towards them, he stopped and looked towards the ground. What was he going to say to them? That they had a relationship and he was most likely one of the causes of their daughter's death? That they were in love yet sworn enemies for six years? Nothing seemed right to him anymore. Taking a few more steps back, Draco started to walk away before a small voice stopped him.
"Thank you for coming, sir. It meant a lot to us to see that someone else was slightly at our stage - mourning and all.. not bickering about useless little things.. Thank you." A cold hand was placed on his shoulder as he turned around to come face to face with Hermione's mother. Her hair was soaking wet, making her look older than she was, along with her clothes, as a forced smile crossed her lips. He could tell she was trying not to break down again. The father was beside her looking at Draco as well, but nodding slightly at everything his wife had just said. Without another word though, the couple went back to their car, leaving Draco alone.
Slowly the boy stepped over to the hole his lover was placed in the rain slipping off his hat into it and falling on the dirt and mud - more harsh memories and tales coming to mind - the day he had found her there in the bathroom - only this time, it was worse..
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"Hermione?" a young male's voice called out from the common room. It was an hour before classes and Hermione was usually always up before him studying or reading in the common room or her own before breakfast to meet Harry and Ron. She hadn't told them that she had apologized for all the stupid shit she had done to Draco, but decided she would today, right before the mail came and classes started.
"Hermione..?" he yelled again pulling on the school robes. Peeking his head inside her room, he found her uniform neatly laid out on her bed, but no body was in them. "Strange.. Where the hell could she be?" Draco asked himself before closing the door, trying to think of a place. There really was only other place - the bathroom. "But what could she be doing in there..?" a small smile crossed his face as a few thoughts came to mind. "Only one way to find out." The boy finished before knocking gently on the door. "Hermione? You in there?"
No answer.
"Hermione..?" A frustrated sigh escaped his mouth before raising his voice. "Granger! Are you in there? You alright?" Yet again, no answer. Finally getting fed up with the silence he pushed the door open surprised to find it unlocked and looked around the room slightly calling out her name again. "Hermi-" the sight he found was disturbing and not right. There she was. But the same blade she had used before was in her hand, dried and flowing blood covering her arms and night gown. The cinnamon hues were closed as if she was sleeping - and he could have sworn she was - if the dark red stains around and on her body weren't there. Draco stood at the doorway, eyes wide with his heart beating fast. He didn't know what to do at the moment. All he did know was that he wanted it to be a dream. A sick and twisted dream he was having. That Hermione wasn't laying on the bathroom floor dead, covered in blood, a blade in hand. That he would wake up and everything would be alright and so would she.
But it wasn't a dream.
The phrase kept repeating in his mind over and over again. 'It's not a dream.. She's really here.. dead. Gone forever.. Potter! Snape! The nurse! They'll know what to do! She can't die on me now..' "It's all a dream, damnit. Just a fucking dream.." he half screamed as he ran out of the dorm room, looking for anyone to tell and get help. But by the time he did, it was too late. It had been too late, actually. And Hermione was pronounced dead that morning.
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The sight he had witnessed that day had been in his mind every day and night since then. It was only a week or so ago, but Draco couldn't get any sleep. His daily routine had gotten screwed up, so he slept during the days and finished his work during the nights, often stopping and never finishing - not seeing a point in it. He had also gotten a few people to help him talk about it - yet most of the time he refused - and the image still stuck in his mind. 'And it's something I have to live with forever.. I'm only seventeen.. How the hell am I supposed to go that long with the picture invading my thoughts and dreams all the time?' he thought as he looked up into the sky again.
The rain had seemed to be letting up a bit but not by much and it didn't help the condition he was in. Secretly he wished that the rain would make him sick so he would die as well, because a world without Hermione was nothing to him, no point in living anymore, but the thought of death and the pain he would go through and cause others scared him a bit on the inside, even though he kept his distant cold ways away from people.
Glancing around the area, he found a bright plant growing by a tree a few yards away from Hermione's headstone. Hoping it would be the right thing to do, Malfoy walked over to it and picked it up, admiring it for a minute - and how during such a sad time it could remain as bright and spread happiness to those who were the depressed in the world. "Just like Hermione and I.. She gave me happiness and showed me things I never thought I could feel or knew existed.." He walked back over to the hole she was placed in, still admiring the flower in his soaked hands. Closing his eyes a bit, the boy threw the small flower onto the casket before opening his eyes again looking straight ahead. "For you, Hermione.. I'll always love you. Someday I hope to get to see you again.. Where we can be together forever." He finished off the sentence slowly, then he finally turned and left the spot where she lay, just as the dirt and grass was being put to cover it.
Lost in his thoughts once more, he didn't even notice when the rain stopped and the clouds parted slightly, letting the sun shine through. And when he looked up into the sky, another sight was placed before him - but he smiled a bit at this one. Rays of golden light were gleaming down at him as a small breeze of wind fell around him. Strangely enough, it was comforting in its own way, and something told him Hermione would always be watching out for him.
Forever.
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A/N: Last chapter. :B Yay. Its finished! O_O; And my eyes kinda hurt.. XD; Damn. Hope that was an okay ending.. I thought it might be kinda nice to have the sunlight shining through towards Draco.. possibly to signify Hermione's presence.. Dunno. I've been watching the History channel and ghosts crap too much lately. o_o; Um.. Read and review? :D? Always appreciated! <3 Thanks. Hopefully I'll get started on "Emotionless" again and something will happen between Malfoy/Granger again. SoOo.. Check for updates on that if you're reading it. ^^ Thanks again. <3
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A/N: Whee. Last chapter. Hope the story goes alright and ya'll liked it. :B By the way, the "~" is an ending and starting flashback.. thing. So yeah. :B On with the story. Its not gonna have a very happy ending for those of you who like Hermione
(Not that I don't like her but.. hey, it's always fun to write that kinda stuff with a main character.. and I'll just shut up now and type the story.)
This chapter is taken place a few months after the whole "slitting the wrists" thing so their seventh year is almost over. And uh.. It has a preacher! O_O; Along with a bunch of assholes and what not. Just.. read it.
P.S. - Flames will be used to burn your houses down. o.- So don't flame me saying how I have issues for hurting / killing off people you might really, really like - kay?
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The rain fell from the slightly foggy and cloudy sky that day. No one would have guessed that this would happen to her. The one that was the strongest of them all. And now she was gone. And there he was, standing right beside the headstone looking up, with a million thoughts running through his mind as the rain continued to fall and splash to the ground.
"The drops remind me of tears.. could it be heaven crying for me? Or could it be Hermione crying for herself? Or all of us?" the boy mumbled softly, but didn't notice when a few heads turned his direction. Another person Draco didn't recognize very well sighed impatiently and checked their watch.
"How much longer do we have to wait for the preacher to get here?" he said aloud to no one in particular. Draco's eyes glanced his way, clouded over by a sudden urge of hate and sorrow once more. How could he be worried about the time now when someone he knew was buried six feet underground? Never to be seen or heard from again? The stranger caught Draco's eyes and glared back at him. "What are you looking at, kid? What are you doing here anyways? You don't look like anyone from the family or someone Hermione would know." After the comment, he scoffed in the younger boy's direction before turning around and looking for the preacher that was supposed to be doing the services.
But Draco's mind wasn't on the services then. He was still wondering how someone could be so inconsiderate about someone else - then memories of the six long years that he taunted the brown-haired girl and called her names came back to him. He was just like that man.. inconsiderate, rude and impatient - but the girl that was now laying in a white 'box' with petals and a single rose on top of it had taught him something. She had taught Malfoy that hatred wasn't the answer - she had shown him that in a very harsh way as crimson hit the floor that day. She had taught him that good things come to those who wait - he smiled a bit at the numerous encounters they had and what went beyond them in the many rooms of Hogwarts. But most importantly, she had taught him that he had feelings too. That he wasn't always a cold and malicious villain destined to kill his enemies.
She taught him that he actually had a heart.
Yet that heart was broken in two, and always would be 'til the day he died as well.
Faint footsteps could be heard from behind the pale blonde boy as many relieved sighs and smiles came over people's faces. Not many were crying, not even a lot of them were mourning the girl's death. It seemed they were just there because they had to be. Nothing else to it. A few people shook hands with the preacher before he took out a book with the words "Holy Bible" written across it before beginning.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.." his voice droned on for ten more minutes before the service was over. Surprisingly, though, not a lot of people were crying after it. They were all mumbling how the weather was terrible, or how they wanted to get home and sleep again, or how this was a complete waste of time in their opinion. Just two people dressed in black were standing on the other side of the headstone trying to hold back sobs and comforting one another. Studying the pair for a few moments, he realized it must have been her parents he had found out about and seen in his second year at Hogwarts.
Taking a few steps towards them, he stopped and looked towards the ground. What was he going to say to them? That they had a relationship and he was most likely one of the causes of their daughter's death? That they were in love yet sworn enemies for six years? Nothing seemed right to him anymore. Taking a few more steps back, Draco started to walk away before a small voice stopped him.
"Thank you for coming, sir. It meant a lot to us to see that someone else was slightly at our stage - mourning and all.. not bickering about useless little things.. Thank you." A cold hand was placed on his shoulder as he turned around to come face to face with Hermione's mother. Her hair was soaking wet, making her look older than she was, along with her clothes, as a forced smile crossed her lips. He could tell she was trying not to break down again. The father was beside her looking at Draco as well, but nodding slightly at everything his wife had just said. Without another word though, the couple went back to their car, leaving Draco alone.
Slowly the boy stepped over to the hole his lover was placed in the rain slipping off his hat into it and falling on the dirt and mud - more harsh memories and tales coming to mind - the day he had found her there in the bathroom - only this time, it was worse..
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"Hermione?" a young male's voice called out from the common room. It was an hour before classes and Hermione was usually always up before him studying or reading in the common room or her own before breakfast to meet Harry and Ron. She hadn't told them that she had apologized for all the stupid shit she had done to Draco, but decided she would today, right before the mail came and classes started.
"Hermione..?" he yelled again pulling on the school robes. Peeking his head inside her room, he found her uniform neatly laid out on her bed, but no body was in them. "Strange.. Where the hell could she be?" Draco asked himself before closing the door, trying to think of a place. There really was only other place - the bathroom. "But what could she be doing in there..?" a small smile crossed his face as a few thoughts came to mind. "Only one way to find out." The boy finished before knocking gently on the door. "Hermione? You in there?"
No answer.
"Hermione..?" A frustrated sigh escaped his mouth before raising his voice. "Granger! Are you in there? You alright?" Yet again, no answer. Finally getting fed up with the silence he pushed the door open surprised to find it unlocked and looked around the room slightly calling out her name again. "Hermi-" the sight he found was disturbing and not right. There she was. But the same blade she had used before was in her hand, dried and flowing blood covering her arms and night gown. The cinnamon hues were closed as if she was sleeping - and he could have sworn she was - if the dark red stains around and on her body weren't there. Draco stood at the doorway, eyes wide with his heart beating fast. He didn't know what to do at the moment. All he did know was that he wanted it to be a dream. A sick and twisted dream he was having. That Hermione wasn't laying on the bathroom floor dead, covered in blood, a blade in hand. That he would wake up and everything would be alright and so would she.
But it wasn't a dream.
The phrase kept repeating in his mind over and over again. 'It's not a dream.. She's really here.. dead. Gone forever.. Potter! Snape! The nurse! They'll know what to do! She can't die on me now..' "It's all a dream, damnit. Just a fucking dream.." he half screamed as he ran out of the dorm room, looking for anyone to tell and get help. But by the time he did, it was too late. It had been too late, actually. And Hermione was pronounced dead that morning.
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The sight he had witnessed that day had been in his mind every day and night since then. It was only a week or so ago, but Draco couldn't get any sleep. His daily routine had gotten screwed up, so he slept during the days and finished his work during the nights, often stopping and never finishing - not seeing a point in it. He had also gotten a few people to help him talk about it - yet most of the time he refused - and the image still stuck in his mind. 'And it's something I have to live with forever.. I'm only seventeen.. How the hell am I supposed to go that long with the picture invading my thoughts and dreams all the time?' he thought as he looked up into the sky again.
The rain had seemed to be letting up a bit but not by much and it didn't help the condition he was in. Secretly he wished that the rain would make him sick so he would die as well, because a world without Hermione was nothing to him, no point in living anymore, but the thought of death and the pain he would go through and cause others scared him a bit on the inside, even though he kept his distant cold ways away from people.
Glancing around the area, he found a bright plant growing by a tree a few yards away from Hermione's headstone. Hoping it would be the right thing to do, Malfoy walked over to it and picked it up, admiring it for a minute - and how during such a sad time it could remain as bright and spread happiness to those who were the depressed in the world. "Just like Hermione and I.. She gave me happiness and showed me things I never thought I could feel or knew existed.." He walked back over to the hole she was placed in, still admiring the flower in his soaked hands. Closing his eyes a bit, the boy threw the small flower onto the casket before opening his eyes again looking straight ahead. "For you, Hermione.. I'll always love you. Someday I hope to get to see you again.. Where we can be together forever." He finished off the sentence slowly, then he finally turned and left the spot where she lay, just as the dirt and grass was being put to cover it.
Lost in his thoughts once more, he didn't even notice when the rain stopped and the clouds parted slightly, letting the sun shine through. And when he looked up into the sky, another sight was placed before him - but he smiled a bit at this one. Rays of golden light were gleaming down at him as a small breeze of wind fell around him. Strangely enough, it was comforting in its own way, and something told him Hermione would always be watching out for him.
Forever.
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A/N: Last chapter. :B Yay. Its finished! O_O; And my eyes kinda hurt.. XD; Damn. Hope that was an okay ending.. I thought it might be kinda nice to have the sunlight shining through towards Draco.. possibly to signify Hermione's presence.. Dunno. I've been watching the History channel and ghosts crap too much lately. o_o; Um.. Read and review? :D? Always appreciated! <3 Thanks. Hopefully I'll get started on "Emotionless" again and something will happen between Malfoy/Granger again. SoOo.. Check for updates on that if you're reading it. ^^ Thanks again. <3