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Draco never thought he would take up anything that had anything to with muggles. But there he was sitting on a hill, smoking a cigarette, watching the sun go down. He chuckled to himself and reclined into the soft grass that moved gently in the spring breeze. He brought the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag, holding it in for a while before exhaling tiredly. He never imagined his life would come to this. Smoking muggle death sticks and watching the sun go down. There didn't seem to be much else to do with the Dark Lord long gone.
He snorted in disgust at the thought of the man. The Dark Lord. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Voldemort. So much dedicated to such a worthless man, who had nothing better to do than destroy and wreak havoc because he was bitter. Draco took another long drag and tried to remember a happier memory. He smiled idly as a new memory breezed in like the wind on the grass.
Chestnut curls. Chestnut curls wrapped around his fingers. Chestnut curls that smelled like the rain falling in the afternoon.
:::Flashback:::
Draco breathed in the scent of her hair with a lazy smile as he curled his leg protectively around hers in the bed they shared. She stirred and looked up at him from underneath thick lashes with a confused grin.
"Honestly Draco, I think the whole smelling my hair bit has lost some of it's charm" she teased grabbing the hair he held away from him.
He grabbed her close, rubbing his nose into her curls with fervor. She laughed at the tickling sensation it produced.
" I can't help it if you smell like the rain." He said muffled from her hair. Curls jolted up away from him quickly and Draco looked up to see a pair of brown eyes looking down at him with irritation.
" The Rain!?" she bristled pushing curls from her face. "Of all the things! Are you sure it isn't strawberries… Or lavender even! But the rain? Honestly Draco!"
She always did look beautiful when she was irritated. Cheeks slightly flushed with dancing brown eyes sparkling.
" Nope" he drawled out his head resting in his palm the other hand playing with the curls that fell low on her back. " I'm sure it's the rain."
" Yea, and why is that?" she asked looking down at him. His face was calm and serene. Gray-blue eyes long melted from the ice they possessed in earlier years.
Hermione yelped in surprises as he drew her to him his face planted in her curls once more. " It smells like the rain, because every time I breathe in your scent I feel-" he paused staring of into space
" You feel?" she urged gently taking note of his silence. Draco kissed the top of her head lovingly, drawing her closer to him so he could feel her warmth.
" Clean…as if all the horrible things that we've been through never happened." He whispered softly. Hermione gripped the arms that encircled her and squeezed with affection.
"Then maybe smelling like the rain isn't so bad if it makes you feel like that" she murmured back as she turned to face him. She nuzzled her nose into his hair softly and smiled softly at him.
"What?"
" You smell like fire" she grinned child-like getting a suppressed laugh from him.
" Mione, I don't think fire has a scent" he smiled.
" Yes it does." She brushed a strand of silver blond hair from his face. " It smells just like you."
" Very original and I get flack for the rain comment." Sarcasm was evident in his voice.
"No really…and every time I smell you I'm reminded of a fire."
" Yea? And why's that?" he muttered obviously not believing a word she was saying.
Her eyes became serious and her smile slowly faded from her face, making his heart jump slightly.
" I 'm reminded of fire, because it's the fire in you that's kept us alive when those horrible things were happening around us." She said seriously, brown eyes staring deeply into his gray.
Draco searched her eyes in disbelief.
" How do you do that?" he asked as if short of breath.
" Do what?"
" Make me believe that maybe I was sorted into the wrong house." He laughed and was relieved to see a smile return to her face.
" 'Cuz, you do have a heart of a lion, with a soul filled with fire-"
" Or maybe your Gryffindor tendencies have just rubbed off on me" he replied with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
" Yea that too, but I prefer to believe the more valiant explanation." she winked at him.
" I figured you would." Draco smirked before kissing her soundly into silence.
Silence fell over the room except for the crackling of the dying fire and the deep steady breathing of a couple in love.
:::End Flashback:::
The winds picked up around Draco as the sun sank lower in the sky. Long green grass tickled at his bare elbows that cushioned his head. Hermione's voice rang steadily in his ears as he took one last drag on his cigarette. She had detested his newfound habit but took comfort in the fact that a simple whisper of spell could repair any damage his lungs suffered.
" 'Cuz, you do have a heart of a lion, with a soul filled with fire…"
Draco squinted his eyes against the sun's dying rays while her voice still infiltrated his thoughts. 'I'd burn this entire planet to the ground-" his thoughts raged at him ' Just to have you here with me'
" I 'm reminded of fire, because it's the fire in you that's kept us alive …"
Draco moaned softly as pain tightened in his chest and his throat was suddenly tight as he felt the tears that were burning viciously at his eyes. Sitting up slowly he let the tears roll down his cheeks and the wind howled as if it was his very soul screaming at the pain it felt.
" You were wrong about me Hermione!" he yelled at the darkening sky suddenly angry, and the winds picked up their speeds to match his anger, his silver hair whirling violently.
" If I was so much like the fire you claimed me to be-" he yelled louder struggling to get to his feet against the strength of the winds.
" If I was so much like that goddamn fire- that kept us alive…" he screamed at a now fever pitch.
"Then tell me why Hermione, yes then tell me the fuck why Hermione, only one of us is alive today!"
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