Betrayal
Disclaimer: I dont own the characters..only this tidbit of a plot.
Time
It can be your best friend..or your worst enemy.
It can bring down anything, but there is something that can withstand it.
Love.
Their love was the best. Two complete opposites. Yet very much alike. She was good. He was bad. They were both skilled and loved though. They had it good, but were on the edge. Until they found eachother.
Hermione and Draco had found eachother at last. The loved one another, with a burning passion. Nothing could extinguish it. They had been dating for awhile, and became close. At first it was a secret, then they let it out. Everyone knew, and they all looked down on them. But they felt like they were on top of the world.
Draco went behind her back though. Was it all a lie, or was this just recent? what had happened to them?
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, in front of the fire. She had many times before, but that was with Ron and Harry.
They abandonded her, and her love. Now she was alone. Draco was out. He had been out more recently. She didnt know where he was going, but she trusted him.
She fell asleep with a book in her hand, so typical of her. Draco came in, late in the morning. He went to visit her, but when he found her asleep just put her to bed.
"Sleep well, my love. For it could be your last.." a single, silent tear rolled down his cheek, and fell onto her pillow. He kissed her on the forhead, and left.
The next night was set. The day went by normally. They met outside, between classes. People knew they were there, but left them alone. They liked being alone in eachothers presence.
Mika. The new moon. Night had come. Draco took Hermione out. She thought it was just another love adventure like always. But she was wrong.
He took her out to the woods. Soon she was surronded by others, cloaked in black.
"Death eaters.." she whispered. "Draco! whats going on?" she cried frantic.
"Nothing new, my love."
How dare he call her that. After this, how could he call her that. It was sickening.
Some of them grabbed her. It hurt Draco, but it had to be done. They layed her down. She struggled, but they stopped that.
Draco now stood over her. "How could you?" she asked, and closed her eyes. Waiting.
He held her life in his hands. He could stop them...stop himself. He watched what happened. It hurt, but did it really? Could it hurt something that was never really there?
Time.
Things can withstand.
Love can.
But can be destoyed just as easily.