The Rarest Gold
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Draco is locked in my closet.
It had been seven years since Draco had first laid eyes on the quiet, shy, and bookish Hermione Granger. In that space of time, she had changed from mouse to sleek, svelte tigress: gone were the rabbit teeth, the bushy hair, and the shyness. Head Girl Granger was a woman, to put it bluntly, and she belonged to Draco alone. Despite her Muggle ancestry, he loved her with a passion that scared him. If his father ever found out, they would both die, even though Hermione was innocence and goodness and everything a Malfoy could never be. The blame would rest solely with Draco, who now stood in the darkness of Hermione's room, still and silent, not showing a hint of the turbulence beneath his calm.
He wasn't sure why he was there; they had already met in their forest clearing earlier that day. He only knew that he had reached the end of his rope, and that his father would be coming to the school in the morning to see them both punished for their affair. He watched her sleep, careful not to disturb her, desperate to share even this most minute time with her while he could. He felt...protective of her, a feeling as strange as the incredible love she had awakened in him. He didn't want her to be tainted by the war, the cruelty of the world, the agony of being forced to watch him deny his love for her. Without a word, Draco leaned down and brushed a feather-light kiss against her lips, and then he deepened his kiss, knowing she would not awaken.
Pulling away slowly, Draco traced her lips with his thumb, then ran his fingers down the smooth column of her throat. He slipped his other hand beneath her head, then brought his hands together around her delicate white neck. Not fully aware of what he was doing, Draco tightened his grasp, waking Hermione with a choked gasp. Her eyes focused on him as she woke, and her struggles ceased. Draco loosened his hold, shocked at his actions.
"Draco...? What is it?" Her soft voice warmed his heart as the thought of what he had been about to do chilled his spine. She was too beautiful to die like that, yet, his father knew no mercy...
"My...Lucius knows, love. He's coming tomorrow and I..." Draco saw that no more words were needed; the light in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
"Is this...the only way we can...stay together?" Mione closed her eyes slowly as she saw Draco nod. She knew what would happen if Lucius got her, and she knew Draco would blame himself. She wanted to be with Draco, always. "I just want to be with you..."
Draco saw the pain in her eyes, and made his decision. Not only would they be together always, but they would deal s great blow to his father and Voldemort. Draco took his wand out of his pocket and smiled at his beloved. The twinkle in her eye told him she knew his thoughts and she took the wand from her nightstand. As one, they pointed their wands at the other's heart, and kissed one last time. Draco lost himself in her eyes, those shimmering cat's eyes...the rarest gold...
"I'm scared Draco..."
"Me too. But we'll be together..."
"Yes, together."
In unison, they spoke the words that would wake every teacher and student in the school.
"Avada Kedavra..."
Finis
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Draco is locked in my closet.
It had been seven years since Draco had first laid eyes on the quiet, shy, and bookish Hermione Granger. In that space of time, she had changed from mouse to sleek, svelte tigress: gone were the rabbit teeth, the bushy hair, and the shyness. Head Girl Granger was a woman, to put it bluntly, and she belonged to Draco alone. Despite her Muggle ancestry, he loved her with a passion that scared him. If his father ever found out, they would both die, even though Hermione was innocence and goodness and everything a Malfoy could never be. The blame would rest solely with Draco, who now stood in the darkness of Hermione's room, still and silent, not showing a hint of the turbulence beneath his calm.
He wasn't sure why he was there; they had already met in their forest clearing earlier that day. He only knew that he had reached the end of his rope, and that his father would be coming to the school in the morning to see them both punished for their affair. He watched her sleep, careful not to disturb her, desperate to share even this most minute time with her while he could. He felt...protective of her, a feeling as strange as the incredible love she had awakened in him. He didn't want her to be tainted by the war, the cruelty of the world, the agony of being forced to watch him deny his love for her. Without a word, Draco leaned down and brushed a feather-light kiss against her lips, and then he deepened his kiss, knowing she would not awaken.
Pulling away slowly, Draco traced her lips with his thumb, then ran his fingers down the smooth column of her throat. He slipped his other hand beneath her head, then brought his hands together around her delicate white neck. Not fully aware of what he was doing, Draco tightened his grasp, waking Hermione with a choked gasp. Her eyes focused on him as she woke, and her struggles ceased. Draco loosened his hold, shocked at his actions.
"Draco...? What is it?" Her soft voice warmed his heart as the thought of what he had been about to do chilled his spine. She was too beautiful to die like that, yet, his father knew no mercy...
"My...Lucius knows, love. He's coming tomorrow and I..." Draco saw that no more words were needed; the light in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
"Is this...the only way we can...stay together?" Mione closed her eyes slowly as she saw Draco nod. She knew what would happen if Lucius got her, and she knew Draco would blame himself. She wanted to be with Draco, always. "I just want to be with you..."
Draco saw the pain in her eyes, and made his decision. Not only would they be together always, but they would deal s great blow to his father and Voldemort. Draco took his wand out of his pocket and smiled at his beloved. The twinkle in her eye told him she knew his thoughts and she took the wand from her nightstand. As one, they pointed their wands at the other's heart, and kissed one last time. Draco lost himself in her eyes, those shimmering cat's eyes...the rarest gold...
"I'm scared Draco..."
"Me too. But we'll be together..."
"Yes, together."
In unison, they spoke the words that would wake every teacher and student in the school.
"Avada Kedavra..."
Finis