AN: Yeah... My comp got a virus and my brother had to fix it, so Word isn't installed yet and I have to use this stupid notepad thing-a-ma-bober and it screwed up the end of the last chapter. It wasn't supposed to end there. There was aupposed to be a few more sentences but oh well. I'll start from there. But this is the last chappie... To all of the reviewers, Thank you... Without your encouragement I could never have finished my first FanFic... to Mia... thank you for being my...'right-hand authoress' ?... I guess that works... Nikki... Thank you for listening to me bag on this and helping me figure stuff out... Parker... Thanks for all the ideas and suggestions... Rina... thanks for the help at the end of the ice cream chappie... and thank you to Dan and Andy... who will never read this... but thank oyu for being my inspiration and giving me something to think about... blah blah blha... so yeah... I think most of you will be very surprised as to what happens at the end... I know I was as I wrote it... well Thank You again for reading and I hope you liked it! ~ dangles ~
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Thirteen: The Worst Dream Come True *~*~*
"I have to talk to the house elf about the-" Draco started, but cut his sentence short due to the angered look upon Hermione's blued face. "Um... Well I have to inquire about my parents. You can wait in the parlor, and after I'm done we can go find that present of yours, okay?" he added, escorting Hermione to a cozy room with two couches, an arm chair, a small table and a frieplace.
"Okay... But I don't like you having a house elf," Hermione replied.
Draco laughed as he closed the door to the parlor. He started towards the kitchen to find Gidget, the Malfoy house elf, when he heard the front door close and some muffled voices. Turning around, he swallowed in dread at what he saw... his parents.
"Draco, honey, what are you doing here?" his mother asked, surprised at seeing her son.
"Mother! Father! What brings you home so early?" he asked, turning the tables.
"Our business is none of your concern. And I believe your mother asked you a question," Lucius replied.
"I forgot to bring something to school with me in September, so I came back to get it," Draco replied feebly.
"Well, get your things and go back to where ever you were," his father said, glaring at him.
"Fine," he replied moving towards the parlor.
"Why are you going to the parlor?" Narcissa asked innocently.
"My friend is waiting in there for me," he replied opening the door. "Mione, come on. Let's get moving."
"Mione?" Lucius questioned in whisper as Draco emerged, holding an attractive teenager's hand. "Hermione Granger? A MUDBLOOD? You brought a Mudblood into our home? What the hell is wrong with you, boy?" he shouted, closing in on his son.
"Lucius, please don't!" Draco's mother stammered.
"Narcissa, stay out of this! I trust you remember what happened the last time you tried to save a Mudblood in my presence," he croaked, towering over his only child, who was standing defiantly in fornt of Hemrione. Draco's mother placed a hand over her chest and bowed her head at the memory Lucius's word provoked, and Hermione clenched her eyes shut to stop the tears.
"Father, I will not allow you to hurt my girlfriend!" Draco yelled.
His words, if possible, seemed to have angered Lucius even further. He punched Draco in the face, and he stumbled back and fell on top of Hermione, his nose beginning to drip blood. Wiping away the fluid, he stood up and punched his father twice in the face, then kneed him in the gut. Hermione snuck over to where Narcissa was now fearfully crying as she watched her husband beat their son, and how strong her son stood against his father, and defended the one he loved.
The fight between the men had grown steadily worse, and Lucius kept moving his hand towards his torn robes where his wand is kept, but Draco managed to kick the wand across the room.
Hermione and Narcissa were cowering against the door, disbelieveing what their eyes were showing them five feet away. With their eyes now pouring tears, they cried to the two blonde men to stop, but either their pleas weren't heard, or they were ignored.
Draco had Lucius pinned on the floor and in one smooth motion, he grabbed his wand, which lay on the floor behind him, pointed it at the back of his father's head, and screamed weakly, "I know what you did to Hemrione's aunt, and how you treat mother, and I can't let you do this anymore. 'Avada Kedavra!' "
There was a flash of green light, and a muffled scream from Narcissa and a loud thump from the middle of the hall.
"Draco!" Hermione screamed, running to his side. "Draco, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Hermione... I'm so sorry..." he whispered.
"Don't speak..." she replied, holding his head in her lap. She began to cry as she realized Draco's fate. "Draco... Remember that dream you had... Where we came here?" He nodded, and she continued, "I should've kept my promise and never of come here. I should've listened to you..."
She started humming a song, and Draco interrupted her, "Mione... There's a black leather box in my bedroom... I want you to have it... Your present is in there... You'll know what it is... Sing me a song..." he requested.
Hermione decided on the first song she thought of, 'The Safest Place' by LeAnn Rimes...
"I want to be strong... But I don't want to be alone tonight... I want to believe that I can save the world... And make it right... But I'm only human... And you've got a hero's face... Right here in your arms is the safest place... The safest place..."
As she sang the last line of the song, Draco used the last bit of strength to lift his head level to Hemione's, kissed her for the last time ever, and dropped his head back into her lap."Mione... I love you..." he said, looking deep into her eyes, just before his eyes fluttered shut for the last time ever.
When it had finally hit Hermione that Draco had died, she let out all of her tears and held his cooling body close to hers, almost refusing to let go. Narcissa came to her son's side, turning her back at her passed husband, and looked up at Hermione. "He really loved you. He wrote to me and told me about his love for you. That black box he just told you about... There's something very special in there... I know that you are the only one he would want to have that. I wasn't very close to Draco except for the past year... His father never let him get close to me... And now I regret that I never fought it..." she said through her tears, and she held her son's hand as though he were still alive...
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"I suppose you never really know what love is until it's gone..." Hermione spoke to the small crowd of people standing around a closed casket. It was a dark, chilly, rainy, January day, and the weather couldn't have shown Hermione's grief any more. "Draco was the person I've ever loved. I told him all of my fears and secrets, and he kept me safe. He was my friend, my brother, my lover. I will never forget what he has done for me. I will always love him," she finished, placing her hand on the casket, turned and walked over to her parents, letting the tears fall freely from her eyes.
The other mourners said their goodbyes and left. The last ones to leave were Hermione, her parents, and Draco's mother. "Hermione, I was wondering if you'd like to come to the house and have some tea with me," Narcissa asked.
Hermione looked back at her parents, who nodded, and answered, "Yes, I'd like that. I'll see you two later at home," she added and watched Draco's casket be lowered into the cold earth.
The two women walked back to Malfoy Manor in silence, scenes of Draco's life flashing in their minds. As they entered the house, Hermione started to cry again as she walked through the hall where Draco had died a few weeks before in her arms...
After they drank their tea over petty conversation, Narcissa made a comment about the black box. "He said he wanted you to have it... I think we should go find it." Hermione agreed, and as they climbed the stairs to Draco's room, she added, "I haven't been in his room since he died. I could never bring my self to do it."
When they entered Draco's bedroom, Hermione whispered, "It's exactly as I imagined it." They began to search his room for a black leather box, but Hermione got the feeling that Narcissa wasn't looking for anything in particular, but decided that it didn't matter. After about twenty minutes, Gidget, the house-elf, entered the room, and said there was a caller downstairs for Mrs. Malfoy.
While looking at a picture hanging on the wall, she noticed something oddly familiar about the girl in the picture. Lifting it from its place, she recognized the girl as her childhood self. On the back, a note was written. 'Narcissa- It's been so lond since we've talked. This is the most recent picture of our daughter, Hermione. I hope you can find time to write back. Love, Jane.'
Sitting on Draco's bed, she dropped the photograph to the floor. Looking at it, she picked it up. Her hand had bumped something underneath his bed, and reaching to grab the object, she pulled out a long, thin, black leather box.
Opening the lid, she revealed a folded piece of parchment and a long jewelry box.
Unfolding the parchment, Hermione read, 'Dearest Hermione... I don't know why, but ever since my dream, I've had a really bad feeling about this. I don't know if you'll ever have to read this, and I hope you don't. But I'm going to say this anyways... I love you. I need you in my life, and I'll never let you go. I'll always be here for you, whether in body or spirit. This necklace belonged to my grandmother, as did the ring. You don't know it, but it was given to her by my grandfather on Christmas night when he asked her to marry him. I planned to do the same, but if you're reading this note, I couldn't. I still don't know why I feel urged to write this, but I feel better now that I have. Remember, I will always love you. I always have. Forever yours, Draco.'
Taking the chain from it's box, and looking at the ring, she noticed the single diamond on the gold ring was in the shape of a heart.
Draping the jewelry around her neck, she closed the box with the parchment inside, and a single tear escaped her eye as she turned her back on the room and closed the door.
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Thirteen: The Worst Dream Come True *~*~*
"I have to talk to the house elf about the-" Draco started, but cut his sentence short due to the angered look upon Hermione's blued face. "Um... Well I have to inquire about my parents. You can wait in the parlor, and after I'm done we can go find that present of yours, okay?" he added, escorting Hermione to a cozy room with two couches, an arm chair, a small table and a frieplace.
"Okay... But I don't like you having a house elf," Hermione replied.
Draco laughed as he closed the door to the parlor. He started towards the kitchen to find Gidget, the Malfoy house elf, when he heard the front door close and some muffled voices. Turning around, he swallowed in dread at what he saw... his parents.
"Draco, honey, what are you doing here?" his mother asked, surprised at seeing her son.
"Mother! Father! What brings you home so early?" he asked, turning the tables.
"Our business is none of your concern. And I believe your mother asked you a question," Lucius replied.
"I forgot to bring something to school with me in September, so I came back to get it," Draco replied feebly.
"Well, get your things and go back to where ever you were," his father said, glaring at him.
"Fine," he replied moving towards the parlor.
"Why are you going to the parlor?" Narcissa asked innocently.
"My friend is waiting in there for me," he replied opening the door. "Mione, come on. Let's get moving."
"Mione?" Lucius questioned in whisper as Draco emerged, holding an attractive teenager's hand. "Hermione Granger? A MUDBLOOD? You brought a Mudblood into our home? What the hell is wrong with you, boy?" he shouted, closing in on his son.
"Lucius, please don't!" Draco's mother stammered.
"Narcissa, stay out of this! I trust you remember what happened the last time you tried to save a Mudblood in my presence," he croaked, towering over his only child, who was standing defiantly in fornt of Hemrione. Draco's mother placed a hand over her chest and bowed her head at the memory Lucius's word provoked, and Hermione clenched her eyes shut to stop the tears.
"Father, I will not allow you to hurt my girlfriend!" Draco yelled.
His words, if possible, seemed to have angered Lucius even further. He punched Draco in the face, and he stumbled back and fell on top of Hermione, his nose beginning to drip blood. Wiping away the fluid, he stood up and punched his father twice in the face, then kneed him in the gut. Hermione snuck over to where Narcissa was now fearfully crying as she watched her husband beat their son, and how strong her son stood against his father, and defended the one he loved.
The fight between the men had grown steadily worse, and Lucius kept moving his hand towards his torn robes where his wand is kept, but Draco managed to kick the wand across the room.
Hermione and Narcissa were cowering against the door, disbelieveing what their eyes were showing them five feet away. With their eyes now pouring tears, they cried to the two blonde men to stop, but either their pleas weren't heard, or they were ignored.
Draco had Lucius pinned on the floor and in one smooth motion, he grabbed his wand, which lay on the floor behind him, pointed it at the back of his father's head, and screamed weakly, "I know what you did to Hemrione's aunt, and how you treat mother, and I can't let you do this anymore. 'Avada Kedavra!' "
There was a flash of green light, and a muffled scream from Narcissa and a loud thump from the middle of the hall.
"Draco!" Hermione screamed, running to his side. "Draco, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Hermione... I'm so sorry..." he whispered.
"Don't speak..." she replied, holding his head in her lap. She began to cry as she realized Draco's fate. "Draco... Remember that dream you had... Where we came here?" He nodded, and she continued, "I should've kept my promise and never of come here. I should've listened to you..."
She started humming a song, and Draco interrupted her, "Mione... There's a black leather box in my bedroom... I want you to have it... Your present is in there... You'll know what it is... Sing me a song..." he requested.
Hermione decided on the first song she thought of, 'The Safest Place' by LeAnn Rimes...
"I want to be strong... But I don't want to be alone tonight... I want to believe that I can save the world... And make it right... But I'm only human... And you've got a hero's face... Right here in your arms is the safest place... The safest place..."
As she sang the last line of the song, Draco used the last bit of strength to lift his head level to Hemione's, kissed her for the last time ever, and dropped his head back into her lap."Mione... I love you..." he said, looking deep into her eyes, just before his eyes fluttered shut for the last time ever.
When it had finally hit Hermione that Draco had died, she let out all of her tears and held his cooling body close to hers, almost refusing to let go. Narcissa came to her son's side, turning her back at her passed husband, and looked up at Hermione. "He really loved you. He wrote to me and told me about his love for you. That black box he just told you about... There's something very special in there... I know that you are the only one he would want to have that. I wasn't very close to Draco except for the past year... His father never let him get close to me... And now I regret that I never fought it..." she said through her tears, and she held her son's hand as though he were still alive...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I suppose you never really know what love is until it's gone..." Hermione spoke to the small crowd of people standing around a closed casket. It was a dark, chilly, rainy, January day, and the weather couldn't have shown Hermione's grief any more. "Draco was the person I've ever loved. I told him all of my fears and secrets, and he kept me safe. He was my friend, my brother, my lover. I will never forget what he has done for me. I will always love him," she finished, placing her hand on the casket, turned and walked over to her parents, letting the tears fall freely from her eyes.
The other mourners said their goodbyes and left. The last ones to leave were Hermione, her parents, and Draco's mother. "Hermione, I was wondering if you'd like to come to the house and have some tea with me," Narcissa asked.
Hermione looked back at her parents, who nodded, and answered, "Yes, I'd like that. I'll see you two later at home," she added and watched Draco's casket be lowered into the cold earth.
The two women walked back to Malfoy Manor in silence, scenes of Draco's life flashing in their minds. As they entered the house, Hermione started to cry again as she walked through the hall where Draco had died a few weeks before in her arms...
After they drank their tea over petty conversation, Narcissa made a comment about the black box. "He said he wanted you to have it... I think we should go find it." Hermione agreed, and as they climbed the stairs to Draco's room, she added, "I haven't been in his room since he died. I could never bring my self to do it."
When they entered Draco's bedroom, Hermione whispered, "It's exactly as I imagined it." They began to search his room for a black leather box, but Hermione got the feeling that Narcissa wasn't looking for anything in particular, but decided that it didn't matter. After about twenty minutes, Gidget, the house-elf, entered the room, and said there was a caller downstairs for Mrs. Malfoy.
While looking at a picture hanging on the wall, she noticed something oddly familiar about the girl in the picture. Lifting it from its place, she recognized the girl as her childhood self. On the back, a note was written. 'Narcissa- It's been so lond since we've talked. This is the most recent picture of our daughter, Hermione. I hope you can find time to write back. Love, Jane.'
Sitting on Draco's bed, she dropped the photograph to the floor. Looking at it, she picked it up. Her hand had bumped something underneath his bed, and reaching to grab the object, she pulled out a long, thin, black leather box.
Opening the lid, she revealed a folded piece of parchment and a long jewelry box.
Unfolding the parchment, Hermione read, 'Dearest Hermione... I don't know why, but ever since my dream, I've had a really bad feeling about this. I don't know if you'll ever have to read this, and I hope you don't. But I'm going to say this anyways... I love you. I need you in my life, and I'll never let you go. I'll always be here for you, whether in body or spirit. This necklace belonged to my grandmother, as did the ring. You don't know it, but it was given to her by my grandfather on Christmas night when he asked her to marry him. I planned to do the same, but if you're reading this note, I couldn't. I still don't know why I feel urged to write this, but I feel better now that I have. Remember, I will always love you. I always have. Forever yours, Draco.'
Taking the chain from it's box, and looking at the ring, she noticed the single diamond on the gold ring was in the shape of a heart.
Draping the jewelry around her neck, she closed the box with the parchment inside, and a single tear escaped her eye as she turned her back on the room and closed the door.