1Draco's dream: Ok Draco does finally manage to sleep but when he does, he dreams of what would happen if he betrayed Hermione. Warning this chapter has the song only one by yellowcord. If you don't like the song skip this chapter, it's pointless anyway. I don't want anyone mad at me because they don't like the group, I'm addicted to the song. -
Draco opened his eyes on a cold gray morning. Sighing he pulled himself out of bed and peered into the newspaper delivered to him by his new House Elf. The article in the front brought new tears to his eyes and a lump in his throat. Angrily, he threw it down and went to go take a shower. On the table a picture of Hermione Granger blinked up from the first page under a headline which read "Hermione Granger, dear friend of Harry Potter, found dead in an old abandoned house in Little Hangleton."
Draco thought about it all morning as he washed and ate. It was, after all, his fault.
Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason.
He trembled, remembering how he had betrayed her, lying saying the necklace was from him as a good luck charm. He remembered her face when she was told the truth and she realized that it was all his fault. He closed his eyes slowly, debating on wether he should attend the funeral. Suprisingly, he didn't feel grieved, just... torn.
I feel so broken up (broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know.
With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his cloak and ran out the door, his last words to Hermione screaming out in loud echoes, reverberating against his ears. The wind, as if for punishment, beat down on him mercilessly, as the slight rain began.
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one.
Those words, he had yelled them to Hermione as she ran from him. With those words, he had confessed love and that he wished things hadn't turned out the way they did. When he finally got to the funeral home, he was soaked. He walked through the crowd, ignoring the glares and sobs that came his way. The crowd seemed to part and he found himself in front of his Hermione. Instantly, he felt a rush of guilt as he stared down at her with saddened eyes.
Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long.
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone.
He suddenly realized the reason why he'd been so calm about this. He had never allowed himself to wake up to the truth. He had told himself, she's fine, this isn't real. Now, seeing her so pale and still in that cursed box had started the pain. He felt crushed and overwhelmed.
And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I wont walk out until you know
That's when the commotion started. Draco heard screaming and many people began to run. A man with flaming red hair stood in the very center glaring daggers at Draco as two men ran over and grabbed him by the arms. Through the commotion, the words began again, louder.
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one.
Here I go dishonestly
leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone.
Let me go and you will find someone... those were the words he had wanted to scream before he handed her the necklace. He wanted to yell at her. If it meant she was safe, he should have been more than willing. As if this sudden realization changed things, Hermione's eyes opened and she walked to Draco with a smile. Tears slid down her cheeks... but she was smiling. She hugged him.
"Hermione! You're alive, now we can change our names, move away, and we can-" He was interrupted as she sadly shook her head. Gently, she turned him to face the chaos and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one.
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one.
Draco saw himself, lying face down on the floor a short distance from Hermione's coffin, where Hermione still lay. Nearby the men were trying to wrestle Ron's wand out of his grip. Draco knew... he was dead and Ron had killed him. He turned to Hermione hopefully. She held his hand and smiled. Together, they walked hand in hand out of the funeral home, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
A/N Like I said this is just a dream. More of a filler actually. Hope those who read it liked it! Sorry it's so simple and not too interesting!