SHATTERED GLASS
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
a/n: ach! sorry it's taken me a while to update! i've been incredibly easy. anyway, here's the next chapter:
part nine: if we go down, we go down together.
'i'd sell my soul for you babe. for money to burn with you. i'd give you all, and have none babe.' ~ billy idol, 'rebel yell'
draco walked into the hotel room massaging his throat discreetly. hermione turned slowly in her chair.
'are you all right?' she asked quietly.
he nodded. 'yeah. fine.'
she stood up fast, her wand pointed at him. her chair backwards on to the ground.
his breath began sharp, as did hers. 'what are you doing, hermione?' he asked her softly.
'you killed them, malfoy,' she whispered. 'and i was so stupid to think - i thought you would apologise and i could - could forgive you ... i was so wrong.'
'i didn't kill them,' draco said softly.
'YES YOU DID!' she screamed, hot, angry tears falling down her face. 'IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY'RE DEAD, MALFOY! IT'S YOUR FAULT AND IT'S LUNA'S FAULT AND - AND - I HATE YOU!'
draco was trying to decide whether to tell her or not. he was going to be killed if he told her, he knew that.
but did he care? wouldn't he rather have her alive than dead? would he ever be able to forgive himself?
'they're not dead,' he finally said, his voice barely audible as he looked down at the ground.
'w-what?' hermione said.
'they're not dead,' draco told her, a bit louder this time. 'hermione, you have to believe me. they're not gone. i promise - i swear to you. there is so much to explain -'
'draco, i saw them die,' hermione said at last. 'i watched them scream avada kedavra at each other. i watched the spells collide and backfire. i watched their bodies fall to the ground and then disappear. i saw it all.'
'hermione, don't you know this already? there are ways to fake death.'
'b-but why? why would they pretend to die?'
draco sighed. 'because they knew that you would be the only one who could stop the Shattered.'
'what do you mean?'
'i mean that they're going to kill you, and the Shattered will break. hermione, harry and ron are the ones who stole the Glass of Shattering. this has been a plan since school. luna was in on it and i - she had me under her spell, hermione. they needed me, you see. i was her fucking puppet, screwing everything up.
'when they were done with the death, luna let me go. she said they had decided not to do it. they said they were going to wait until you cooled off before telling you the truth.
'and then - hermione, harry IS sonny. i truly believed they wouldn't do this. ever. but when i saw the way he looked at you, i knew. and that's why i followed him. because i needed to know what was going to happen. i needed to hear the truth. once and for all.'
'and what is the truth?'
draco hesitated once more. 'they're going to kill you. and they're going to kill me.'
'but why you?'
'because they'll know i told you when you start fighting it.'
hermione let her wand drop to the ground and walked to draco, letting his arms envelope her, molding them tightly together.
she closed her eyes. 'neither of us are going to be killed.' she looked up. 'neither of us.'
'hermione - you don't know what you're up against!'
hermione laughed coldly. 'they're - they WERE my best friends, draco. i know them better than i know anyone else. and i know they don't have enough imagination to realise that i might be able to beat them.'
'hermione - it's not just harry and ron. luna's in on it, too. several are.'
hermione looked into draco's eyes. 'if we go down, we go down together, draco.'
draco nodded, and kissed her forehead. 'i am so sorry, hermione,' he whispered into her hair.
hermione closed her eyes again. that was what she needed to hear. 'i know,' she murmured. 'i know.'
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
a/n: ach! sorry it's taken me a while to update! i've been incredibly easy. anyway, here's the next chapter:
part nine: if we go down, we go down together.
'i'd sell my soul for you babe. for money to burn with you. i'd give you all, and have none babe.' ~ billy idol, 'rebel yell'
draco walked into the hotel room massaging his throat discreetly. hermione turned slowly in her chair.
'are you all right?' she asked quietly.
he nodded. 'yeah. fine.'
she stood up fast, her wand pointed at him. her chair backwards on to the ground.
his breath began sharp, as did hers. 'what are you doing, hermione?' he asked her softly.
'you killed them, malfoy,' she whispered. 'and i was so stupid to think - i thought you would apologise and i could - could forgive you ... i was so wrong.'
'i didn't kill them,' draco said softly.
'YES YOU DID!' she screamed, hot, angry tears falling down her face. 'IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY'RE DEAD, MALFOY! IT'S YOUR FAULT AND IT'S LUNA'S FAULT AND - AND - I HATE YOU!'
draco was trying to decide whether to tell her or not. he was going to be killed if he told her, he knew that.
but did he care? wouldn't he rather have her alive than dead? would he ever be able to forgive himself?
'they're not dead,' he finally said, his voice barely audible as he looked down at the ground.
'w-what?' hermione said.
'they're not dead,' draco told her, a bit louder this time. 'hermione, you have to believe me. they're not gone. i promise - i swear to you. there is so much to explain -'
'draco, i saw them die,' hermione said at last. 'i watched them scream avada kedavra at each other. i watched the spells collide and backfire. i watched their bodies fall to the ground and then disappear. i saw it all.'
'hermione, don't you know this already? there are ways to fake death.'
'b-but why? why would they pretend to die?'
draco sighed. 'because they knew that you would be the only one who could stop the Shattered.'
'what do you mean?'
'i mean that they're going to kill you, and the Shattered will break. hermione, harry and ron are the ones who stole the Glass of Shattering. this has been a plan since school. luna was in on it and i - she had me under her spell, hermione. they needed me, you see. i was her fucking puppet, screwing everything up.
'when they were done with the death, luna let me go. she said they had decided not to do it. they said they were going to wait until you cooled off before telling you the truth.
'and then - hermione, harry IS sonny. i truly believed they wouldn't do this. ever. but when i saw the way he looked at you, i knew. and that's why i followed him. because i needed to know what was going to happen. i needed to hear the truth. once and for all.'
'and what is the truth?'
draco hesitated once more. 'they're going to kill you. and they're going to kill me.'
'but why you?'
'because they'll know i told you when you start fighting it.'
hermione let her wand drop to the ground and walked to draco, letting his arms envelope her, molding them tightly together.
she closed her eyes. 'neither of us are going to be killed.' she looked up. 'neither of us.'
'hermione - you don't know what you're up against!'
hermione laughed coldly. 'they're - they WERE my best friends, draco. i know them better than i know anyone else. and i know they don't have enough imagination to realise that i might be able to beat them.'
'hermione - it's not just harry and ron. luna's in on it, too. several are.'
hermione looked into draco's eyes. 'if we go down, we go down together, draco.'
draco nodded, and kissed her forehead. 'i am so sorry, hermione,' he whispered into her hair.
hermione closed her eyes again. that was what she needed to hear. 'i know,' she murmured. 'i know.'