I own the song that accompanies this fic, and I plan on keeping it, but I don't own the characters… The punctuation is correct, so don't flame me for that.
Swish and Wish for a Disaster
One shot--
I can feel your overbearing stare upon me,
I can sense your glare and I glance over toward you.
His cold eyes connected with her warn honey ones, and she blanched, he arched his eyebrows high.
"You?re agité, aren?t vous? Je puis le voir dans vos yeux, ainsi cessez le mensonge," his silver eyes challenged, and her chocolate ones narrowed. (You're restless, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes, so stop lying.)
"You're the one who's lying," she spoke aloud, and he laughed, his hard chortles echoing through the halls.
"Look who's talking, Head Girl! I may be a simple Prefect, but even I can tell when you're anxious and worried. Granger, I can read people like a book… Especially yourself," he responded coolly, and she rolled her brown eyes at his remark.
"As if you know how I feel!" she would screech, and he smirked lightly, his grey eyes sparkling.
Such lies, such blasphemy you do.
Such horrid cries, such curiosity you produce.
"You're only making this harder on yourself, Granger," he drawled, and she arched her eyebrows slowly.
"Don't kid yourself, Malfoy," she spat, and he caught her wrist before she slapped him, dragging her roughly to him.
"Who's there to kid? They all know about it, all about this controversy and our relationship together," he informed her, walking backward so they entered the empty classroom they were standing near.
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Hermione started, but the cruel look in Draco's eyes stopped her.
"Just shut up and come with me," he muttered, and she blanched.
"Wh-what?"
"Do you need that in French, or what?! Ferme-la juste et venez avec moi!" he repeated his previous comment in French, and her chocolate eyes stared at the Slytherin crest sewn on his robes.
"Oh, fine, you and your veela curse…" she whispered finally, and he smirked, Hermione was beginning to have second thoughts about her decision.
"Now-- I need you to listen up-- are you ready, fully prepared?" he would ask her, and she would nod in response.
"I'm ready, Malfoy. Will this hurt?" she gazed uncertainly into his grey orbs, and he shrugged.
"Dunno, why don't we try it out?" he had captured her mouth before she could respond, pushing his tongue into her hot mouth, forcing her against one of the desks.
Just don't say a word,
Let it all be unheard…
"Malfoy, stop!" her words were muffled, and his eyes were closed, hers not-- she still didn't understand why her of all people had to be his mate.
She put her hands to his hard chest and attempted to push him back, but he wouldn't budge, he merely took her frizzy hair out of her red scrunchy and started de-tangling it with his long fingers.
"Frizzy… How do you deal with it?" he would ask against her mouth, finally de tangling himself from her, and she gazed at him with fury.
"Excuse me?"
"I meant, how do you live the way you do, I mean, you're taunted, a muggle-born, and you're hated because of your sheer intelligence," he explained, and she glared at him, but she noticed he didn't call her a Mud-blood like he usually did.
Forward-- October 27, 2006
"I want to die," she whispered in her huddled corner of the dark room, and he gazed uncertainly at her with his clouded eyes.
"Why do you wish that?" he asked her, sitting on his emerald green bed sheets, his long fingers interlaced under his chin.
Her voice was emotionless, so unlike the girl he knew, "because there's no point in staying here."
"I'm starting to believe you were right… All I'm doing is hurting you," Draco muttered to himself, his grey eyes focused on the brunette girl with the tattered soul.
"Don't you realise what happened? Don't you care? They died. They're dead, all of them… They had such promising futures," she whispered, and he gazed blankly at her.
"Such promising futures they all had… All gone, slaughtered with only two words…" he whispered severely, and Hermione's brown orbs met his grey ones.
Anonymous fools they once were,
Synonymous cruelty placed upon them…
"Two words… But he missed, reworded it with a similar spell, and he made me insane…" Hermione cradled herself against the wall, her knees swaying back and forth. Her eyes were bloodshot, Draco's had the same grey in them when they died in a flash of green light, a dull kind of grey that would never show any emotions again.
"Took your spirit of belonging, took your sense of self-possession…" Draco whispered, and Hermione buried her head into her legs, sobbing without any sign of stopping.
"Slaughter, kill, destroy, break… Madness…" Hermione was mumbling, and Draco eyed her worriedly.
His eyes studied her figure; decked in white, frizzy brown curls hiding a white and emotionless face, chocolate eyes, almost black, no sign of feeling, her arms covered with red scars and tracks, bumps, and scrapes. He took a deep intake of breath before asking, "Hermione, may I comfort you?"
Her head snapped up, and she nodded lightly, her chocolate eyes blank.
He stood slowly, the bed creaking from beneath him, and he walked toward her trembling figure, his grey eyes dull, but the tears were coming, he could feel them.
You never listened when I was right,
You ever hesitate near me tonight and I won't be able…
"The walls are breaking…" she whispered before he scooped her into his arms, his hands settling possessively around her waist, resting his cheek next to her head, she wrapped her arms around his neck, settling her head on his broad shoulders, perfect for crying on.
"Shh," he would whisper, and she sobbed into his black robes, he didn't care if she ruined them either, he knew she just needed to let it out.
"I want to die, I want to die…" she was whispering again, though Draco's hands ran soft patterns across her back in an attempt to calm her down.
"I want you to live-- you're the only person left from Hogwarts…" he whispered, and she sobbed even harder at the mention of their old school.
"With the floating candles and the spells… Oh, Draco, how I miss them all!" she cried, and his arms tightened around her.
"They wouldn't probably not want you dead, Hermione, your friends would want you to be alive, right?" Draco asked her, and her hands crawled up his neck to play with his platinum locks.
Fond memories long forgotten,
A pond of such happiness evaporated…
"Of course they would want petty old Hermione to stay alive, so they won't have to deal with her in the afterlife," she said, her voice rising maddeningly.
"Hermione," Draco began quietly, but the girl's sobs increased dramatically.
"They only wanted Hermione so they could have good grades and such! Only Hermione realised this!" she exclaimed, and Draco sighed lightly-- he knew he couldn't stop the insane girl from ranting.
"Hermione, please don't do this," he tried again, and her fingers tightened around his platinum locks.
"Hermione is sad… So sad, but yet angered they thought of her as a mere toy, or a book to just look through, to force information out of," she cried harder, and Draco did his best to comfort her.
"Hermione, surely they didn't…"
"Oh, but they did!" she exclaimed again, and Draco gazed into space.
"Horrible…" he muttered under his breath.
"Hermione had a feeling they would die soon… When you found her in the halls, remember, so long ago? It seemed so long ago, when they were alive… That's what you saw in my eyes," she whispered, and he gave a choking noise.
"It was true…"
I didn't want it to be,
Dear salvation, why couldn't of it have been me?
"Madness, screaming, icy cold chills, being one of the only ones left…" she was muttering, and he gazed vacantly into space.
"Such horror," he remembered quietly, lifting the girl up from her invisible shakes and carrying her over to his bed, cradling her close, his tears mingling with hers.
"Everything burning… Why did it have to be them and not us?" she whispered, and he swallowed down his tears again.
"That's a good question," he said between shaky breaths, and Hermione merely cried into his robes, not able to reply.
Why is the question upon everyone's lips,
I cannot question for this long, but I let it slip.
Flashback-- October 16 2005, 7:45 PM
"Damn it, why do I receive detention with an arrogant bastard such as yourself, Malfoy?" she questioned the pale blond, and he merely shrugged.
"Wrong place, wrong time," he answered simply as he walked with her deeper in the woods, his hands shoved into his cloak pockets.
"Don't you think it would be about time for them to pick us up, something? I mean, we've collected the ingredients, it's floating behind us…" she muttered, and he shrugged.
"You afraid of staying with me too long? Afraid my evil would rub off you?" he spat, and she glanced over at him, her eyebrows arched.
"No, I'm not, I was just simply worrying… We should go back, Malfoy, look for them," she said, and his face remained emotionless.
"Whatever, but if I get in trouble for this… Let's just say you'll have lots of Slytherins pissed off at you," he said, turning around swiftly, grabbing Hermione's wrist and dragging her with him, his Quidditch reflexes faster than she ever imagined.
Awakening the sweet October,
Slumbering, sweet tomorrow.
"Whoa, Malfoy! My wrist hurts!"
"I don't care, Granger, you just made me remember something," he said, and she gazed blankly at him.
"As in?" she questioned, and he just kept running.
Blurred figures, the blood-covered grass, thick rich crimson, bodies crushing the lush grass, figures stooping over them with wands…
Draco's eyes hardened, Hermione's legs turned into jelly, unable to move, shaking with unheard sobs.
"Dead, dead…" she collapsed, her head hanging low, the crystalline tears hitting the ground, and Draco couldn't say a thing-- he was too angered.
It was hard for him to even think-- her sobs were so loud he couldn't concentrate, he needed so badly to fill the void that had filled his heart.
His friends were dead-- every last one of them.
Everyone he had ever talked to besides Granger was dead--
It was horrible.
Don't you dare cry,
You drive me mad, my heart's throbbing.
Your sobs are beckoning me to comfort you,
But I'm not budging.
"Stop your crying," Draco said to Hermione, his voice hoarse.
"No," she whispered numbly, the tears falling more rapidly now.
"You're driving me insane with your whimpers!" he exclaimed, and she gazed up at him, her eyes red and swollen.
"Deal with it," she said, and he made his way to the cloaked figures, his grey eyes aflame with hate.
"What the bleeding hells!" he screamed, and Hermione watched numbly as one of the cloaked figures slapped him hard.
"Shut up, child, or we'll make Granger dog food!"
Hermione's dull chocolate eyes stared at the grass, the tears tumbling down her cheeks like a river. It'll be over soon, it will be over, I'll be reunited with my friends…
"Over my dead body!"
Hermione's head snapped up, her wide brown eyes gazing incredulously at Draco.
"You fool…" she thought aloud, the tears still falling, her face pale.
"As you wish," the figure drawled, and Hermione's eyes widened.
"No, please don't hurt him! He hasn't done a thing wrong!" Hermione shouted, and quickly stood, her frizzy hair flying with the wind.
Murderous tendencies,
Your slurring voice doesn't help at all,
Bring me down,
Force me to fall, unable to stand my ground…
October 30th, 2005, Draco's mansion
"Dead, they're all dead!" she exclaimed, and Draco watched her pace from his writing desk, his quill in his left hand, touching the parchment.
He couldn't think-- not with Granger's rants.
"I know that! Can you even think about how much it hurt me? Did you see what they did to Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle? Their heads ripped right bloody off! They looked like broken twigs, that they did!" he exclaimed, and Hermione stopped pacing for a moment, raising her dark eyes to meet his grey eyes.
"No arms, no legs, no head, just the main torso. It's frightening… They had no eyes, most of all, and their skin was torn right off…" she whispered, remembering again.
"So horrific, I know," he said, turning back to his parchment, starting to write a letter to his parents.
Dear mum and dad,
The most terrible thing happened weeks ago, and I'm surprised I didn't write this earlier. I have Granger staying at my house, and yes, I know you hate me for it and you'll disown me, but please read carefully over I have to write:
No one from Hogwarts is left but me and her, and oddly enough, I feel the need to be around her, because she's a fellow survivor, or maybe it was just dumb luck.
You see, we had to do this errand for McGonagall, well, we had a detention, and it involved going into the Forbidden forest, and when we returned, everyone was dead…
I know you probably don't believe this, but Granger's actually a good person, also, I think she's gone insane, and she needs someone to comfort her, thus I exist.
Please don't punish me for it.
Your son,
Draco
Draco rolled up the parchment and tied it with a green ribbon. He whistled, and his black owl flew into his bedroom window, black eyes searching the room.
"Take this to mum and father," Draco whispered to it, and his owl simply flew away with his letter, and he felt very sullen.
Sweet, sweet little one,
Please tell me what you've done,
Your eyes are blood-shot, your nose is running.
What has troubled you so?
Hermione was sitting on his bed, mumbling things to herself, her frizzy hair flying.
"Granger, can you come here for a moment?" he asked her, and she huddled up into a ball, her brown eyes emotionless.
"Odd," Hermione murmured, "the walls are all swirly…"
"Granger!" he called for her again, and he looked up at him, her chocolate eyes blank.
"Don't wanna be here, non ho desiderato mai sapere circa questo, io mai non lo ho desiderato accadere…" she muttered in Italian, and Draco glanced over at her, his eyes widening. I never wanted to know about this, I never wanted it to happen…
"Le destin est une chienne," Draco said to himself in French. Fate is a bitch.
"Granger, do you speak French?" he asked her after a few moments of silence between them.
"Oui…" Yes…
"Bon, parce que les elves de maison pourraient nous surprendre, ne voulons-nous pas cela, maintenant? De toute façon, je veux que vous écoutiez et écoutiez bon, parce que c'est très important." he replied steadily, and she nodded. Good, because the house elves might overhear us, don't want that, now do we? Anyhow, I want you to listen and listen good, because this is very important.
"Je comprends... Il y a crainte dans vos yeux... Ce qui est si important?" she asked, and his grey eyes darkened slightly. I understand… There is fear in your eyes. What's so important?
"Je ne suis pas aussi sûr j'ai voulu que ceci se produisît l'un ou l'autre -- je n'ai eu aucun indice qu'il se produirait jusqu'à ce que j'aie vu que mat regardez dans vos yeux dans les halls en septembre... Il est comme si vous savez des choses avant qu'ils se produisent -- vous avez su? Comment avez-vous osé de phase comme celui, sachant que vous ne pourrait pas l'arrêter? Ils ont été pratiquement employés pour un rituel satanic…" I'm not so sure I wanted this to happen either-- I had no clue it would happen until I saw that dull look in your eyes in the halls back in September... It's as if you know things before they happen-- did you know? How could you live like that, knowing you couldn't stop it? They were practically used for a satanic ritual...
Hermione's dull eyes gazed into his equally rigid ones, her whole body shaking, trying to keep herself from breaking down in front of him, her enemy.
Murmured thoughts,
Mere plots,
No graves to bury them,
Their hearts were crushed like twigs.
October 27, 2006
"I know exactly how you feel," he murmured, and she merely sobbed harder.
"I can't control myself, it just hurts so much…" she whispered, and he gazed over her shoulder at the white walls.
"I wish I could go back in time and prevent it, but I know I couldn't, even our Professors were on their knees, do you remember? It was horrible, when we returned inside, with the invisibility spell, those damned murderers screaming after us…"
"Yelling…" she murmured.
"Like madmen," he muttered, still comforting her.
"You know, Draco, you're my only friend now, and you're never with anyone else but me… Don't you get tired of it?" she suddenly asked him, and he had a blank expression on his face.
"No, I'm perfect with you being the only person in my life," he responded, his icy eyes gazing outside the window, which was on the other side of the room.
"Don't you get tired at all?" she asked again, and he pulled away from her, arching both his eyebrows very high.
"Hermione, are you trying to convince yourself that you're worthless? You know very well I care for you-- but you're too unstable to be around other people. That's what the doctor said," Draco replied, his grey eyes boring into her dull and blank brown ones.
It's just sometimes it hurts me,
It just sometimes irks me about the way you are.
"Why them, why? Why!" she put her hands on Draco's shoulders and he understood the message-- he pulled her close to him, and she started crying again.
"It was just coincidence that we were out, if we were there, then we would be killed, too. Hermione, you're the smartest witch to ever set foot in Hogwarts in ten years! Now look what's happened to you: you're crying, pathetic, weak. What would the old Hermione say about that?" he asked her, and she didn't stop crying.
"She would tell Draco Malfoy to make a wish, swish his wand, then everything would be back to normal," she answered him, pulling back slightly, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
Wishing for disaster,
Unable to control your urge to kill,
You want to cause disorder,
Make people do things out of their will…
End. Extrémit.
Wow… This is my worst fic ever, at least I think so… PLEASE R&R!!