Title: Those Eyes Pt. 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: How did Hermione's death affect Draco? It is angst-y as usual.
Author: Tourniquet
AN: I wasn't going to write a second part, but for all those who left me with such fantastic and detailed feedback, this is for you. Enjoy.
-Tourniquet
Those Eyes Pt. 2
The ceiling is grey. Covered in cobwebs and mold from the leak in it. The water drips for most hours each day. It used to drive me insane, but with the passing of two years in this cell; I have grown used to it.
Father is coming tomorrow night. 'We'll get you out of there' he said the moment after the trial verdict.
Yeah. Right. It has been over two years in here.
Now he just informs me of the Dark Lord's activites and promises that I will be released once He is brought to his full power.
I find it amusing when he says it. I don't care, not in the least.
It's rather similar to when I plead 'guilty'. I couldn't care what sentence they gave me.
I deserve this hell hole. I don't even deserve to be alive.
I know if I had been tried in a Muggle court they would have had me put to death.
I can only dream of the day.
The day when my suffering ends.
There is a spider crawling on my leg.
Tonight there was red gelatin on my tray.
Red gelatin.
It was her favorite.
I never let her know that I knew, I couldn't; it would have shown that I cared.
A Demontor just passed my cell. I can't feel a thing when they are near. Haven't since I arrived.
What happy feelings could I have to steal?
That I murdered the only person I ever loved? Very joyful.
That I am confined to this room for the rest of my dreadful life? So estastic.
They don't even come near me anymore. Somehow they can comprehend that I have nothing to give.
The spider is making his way towards my arm.
Stroking the one picture I have somehow kept with me, I smile.
It's not a joyful smile. A sad one, a remorseful one.
She smiles back at me, not moving. It's a Muggle photograph I swiped from her backpack one frigid January day. She had fallen asleep for once instead of watching me like she enjoyed doing.
She never knew I was awake of course. How I could I reveal the fact when I would halt her actions.
Those tears. They were for the words she spoke, not the dreams I was having. She will never know that.
Those shivers. They were not from the dreams either. They were caused by her soft touch upon my cheek or lips. She will never know that either.
Oh Hermione.
You will never breathe a breath of this world again.
You will never yell at me and call me 'ferret'. I enjoyed the nickname. I cursed Potter when he called me that after you were gone. Nobody but you could call me that.
I was your 'ferret' and you were my 'Mudblood'.
Sweet Hermione, you will never kiss my lips again.
Never again will I hold you in my arms late at night, and relish in your touch.
I lied Hermione.
I didn't hate anything about you. I loved everything about you, from the adorable freckles on your nose to the scowl you awarded me when I insulted you.
I loved you Hermione.
No. I love you.
Even though you are gone, my love hasn't faded.
It keeps me alive.
During the nights when I crave to injury myself, just the thought of you stops me.
Loving Hermione.
Why did I harm you? Why did I rid this Earth of your joyful shine?
I don't know.
All I do know, and can be sure of, when nothing is certain is that I would take it back if I could.
I never regretted anything in my life until that day.
Are you happy Hermione love?
I never believed in a heaven until you.
I have to convince you are there, for I couldn't bear to think of you and your loveliness being over.
I have a knife Hermione.
Would you take me back if I came to join you?
Or would you turn you back on me?
I wouldn't blame you. I don't deserve your forgiveness.
You're smiling at me Hermione. You must have forgiven me. Your picture is proof.
My wrist is bleeding. The spider is crushed in my fist. Soon I will be with you.
I will hold you in my arms again. I will feel your lips pressed against mine and your soft body under my hands.
The blood is soaking into the mattress. It drips onto the floor.
I feel no pain; I can almost feel your love again.
Soon my sweet Hermione, soon I will be with you.
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Better or worse?
I don't think there with be a third part. How can there be when they are both dead? *look* ideas for a 3rd are welcome though, if y'all have any suggestions. ^_^
Reviews are also nice.
