Defying Death
Draco couldn't remember a time when his father hadn't told him what to do, or how to do something. But he'd had enough of listening to people's opinions; their insignificant lives spilling into his. What did they matter? They didn't. He didn't care what they thought anymore. If his father killed him for it, then so be it. At least he could say he lived a little before he died. He would have shouted it from the top of castle, but he couldn't. He knew that. It wasn't just him that would die for it; it was her too. If Lucius ever found out, he knew they'd both be killed. Going against a Malfoy's principle meant the death sentence for sure. He could handle it after all those years of torture form his father, but she couldn't. He wouldn't be able to handle it knowing it was because of him that she died. But he couldn't let her go. He couldn't say goodbye and face a world without her in to brighten it up.
Before she came into his world it was full of death and pain. He had witnessed his father murder so many people. His father said he should pick up tips to make the sufferer squirm before killing them, as it always made it more enjoyable. Draco thought about all the people that Lucius had destroyed; all the families torn apart. It wasn't right.
Draco was expected to become a death-eater himself at the end of the year, when he left Hogwarts for good and said goodbye to all that he cared about. Everyone around him thought he didn't care about anyone but himself - and his father- but she knew different. She saw the side in him that no one else could. She was his way back to the light when darkness had settled in around him, and shadows fell upon him wherever he went.
Draco wasn't even sure how it had began with her; for six years he had called her names and acted superior to her, but that was what his father had taught him. She understood him. She forgave him, which was something Draco never thought would happen. He never wanted it to happen. He hated her sort. They were filthy and worthless, yet she was the one that brought him back to the world. Again and again he would fall, but again and again she would be there for him.
At first she had been there through the goodwill of her nature, then, as he started to confide in her, they became friends. Good friends. After months of longing for her, they gave in to their desires and Hermione and Draco broke all the rules they had built up over their time at Hogwarts. They couldn't tell anyone though because if Lucius ever found out, they both knew what would become of them. When they would meet at night, it became a rule not to talk. They would long for each other throughout the day, where they had to pretend to all those around them that they hated each other. It made it easier if they didn't talk when they met; at least then they wouldn't have the need to converse with each other in the daytime.
But now, after a year of secret meetings and knowing glances from across the room, it would all end. Draco would lose her either way now: if Draco came clean to his father about what he really felt about him and Hermione, the pair of them would be killed, but if he didn't tell his father about it, he would have to become a death-eater himself and so wouldn't be able to see Hermione again anyway as his father would have a constant watch over him. It had to end one way or another... Draco just hoped it was another.
Draco couldn't remember a time when his father hadn't told him what to do, or how to do something. But he'd had enough of listening to people's opinions; their insignificant lives spilling into his. What did they matter? They didn't. He didn't care what they thought anymore. If his father killed him for it, then so be it. At least he could say he lived a little before he died. He would have shouted it from the top of castle, but he couldn't. He knew that. It wasn't just him that would die for it; it was her too. If Lucius ever found out, he knew they'd both be killed. Going against a Malfoy's principle meant the death sentence for sure. He could handle it after all those years of torture form his father, but she couldn't. He wouldn't be able to handle it knowing it was because of him that she died. But he couldn't let her go. He couldn't say goodbye and face a world without her in to brighten it up.
Before she came into his world it was full of death and pain. He had witnessed his father murder so many people. His father said he should pick up tips to make the sufferer squirm before killing them, as it always made it more enjoyable. Draco thought about all the people that Lucius had destroyed; all the families torn apart. It wasn't right.
Draco was expected to become a death-eater himself at the end of the year, when he left Hogwarts for good and said goodbye to all that he cared about. Everyone around him thought he didn't care about anyone but himself - and his father- but she knew different. She saw the side in him that no one else could. She was his way back to the light when darkness had settled in around him, and shadows fell upon him wherever he went.
Draco wasn't even sure how it had began with her; for six years he had called her names and acted superior to her, but that was what his father had taught him. She understood him. She forgave him, which was something Draco never thought would happen. He never wanted it to happen. He hated her sort. They were filthy and worthless, yet she was the one that brought him back to the world. Again and again he would fall, but again and again she would be there for him.
At first she had been there through the goodwill of her nature, then, as he started to confide in her, they became friends. Good friends. After months of longing for her, they gave in to their desires and Hermione and Draco broke all the rules they had built up over their time at Hogwarts. They couldn't tell anyone though because if Lucius ever found out, they both knew what would become of them. When they would meet at night, it became a rule not to talk. They would long for each other throughout the day, where they had to pretend to all those around them that they hated each other. It made it easier if they didn't talk when they met; at least then they wouldn't have the need to converse with each other in the daytime.
But now, after a year of secret meetings and knowing glances from across the room, it would all end. Draco would lose her either way now: if Draco came clean to his father about what he really felt about him and Hermione, the pair of them would be killed, but if he didn't tell his father about it, he would have to become a death-eater himself and so wouldn't be able to see Hermione again anyway as his father would have a constant watch over him. It had to end one way or another... Draco just hoped it was another.