Enduring Fate

Part One

Ever since Hermione Granger's death, Draco Malfoy had not been the same. Everything reminded him of her. Little things, such as her favorite book Hogwarts: A history , a library, and even the Gryfindor crest,brought tears to his eyes. He would not eat or drink and whenever he actually managed to sleep, he had nightmares about her and that fateful night. He would wake up, tangled in his bedsheets and drenched in sweat. He kept thinking ' Could i have done anything to save her ? ' but each time, Draco knew that the answer was ' no '. It was too quick and too sudden to have even jumped infront of her to sacrifice himself for her.

He could only comfort her as her life, short as it was, flashed before her eyes. He wiped away the blood that was dripping from her nose and her eyes changed from a dark hazel colour into a cloudy white with each passing minute. Draco sang her her favourite song, her breath was coming out short and sharp, but before the headmaster had arrived to help, she had already passed into the next world, her body going limp in his arms. That same song replayed in Draco's mind each and every day, he would not forget it nor would he forget her, he swore to her before she died, in a whisper, that he would get Him. He would get revenge on her ex-boyfriend was doing this to her.

Flashback

Draco had been sitting in his bed, reading a really weird muggle book, The Lord Of The Rings, and listening to the rain pouring down steadily outside his window. He heard the shower that he and Head Girl Hermione Granger shared, getting turned on full blast. The water pounded against Hermione's back and then Draco heard the sweetest voice he had ever heard. He never knew that Hermione had the voice of an angel, well until the start of their 7th year, he never really knew much about her, he just thought of her as a Mudbood. But in the course of their Head duties he had really got to know he and he realized that she was actually a really pleasant girl and that she wasn't the swot he thought she was.

Draco had realized too that the more time he spent around Hermione, the more that HE was changing. He had already finished all of his homework and had borrowed several books for general reading, from the library. He was more pleasant around everyone too. Professor Snape had actually thought that he was on some sort of muggle drugs but after Draco had assured Snape that he wasn't on drugs, just...changed, Snape backed off. Hermione was still singing softly in the bathroom but Draco heard her gasp in pain and then what sounded like her collapse on the floor. He jumped out of his bed and gently knocked on the bathroom door.

" Hermione, you ok? "

He heard alot splashing, the pounding of feet on a wet floorand the rusling of clothes, finally Hermione spoke

" Draco it's ok you can come in if you want "

Draco entered the large bathroom and saw Hermione in her pink dressing robe with her hair wrapped up in a towel, her cheeks were slightly flushed. He also saw that in the bottom of the shower, some large drops of blood mingled with the water and soap bubbles, just starting to drain down the plug hole..

" Hermione you ok? " He asked, concerned

Hermione plastered a smile on her face but Draco saw right through it.

" Yeah i'm fine Draco. Fandabbydosy. Never been better. Feeling great! " She said in a high pitch voice

Draco shook his head.

" No, no your not ok. What is it Hermione? Why is there blood in the shower? And don't say that the painters are in coz they're not, that was last week, you threw that glass at me and you were moody quite a lot. Remember? You can tell me you know. "

Whilst saying this, Draco had closed the gap between Hermione and himself, now he was only a few inches away from her. Big, fat tears rolled down Hermione's face and Draco eloped her into a hug, but as he squeezed her shoulders, she gasped in pain and immediately drew back. Now Draco knew what was wrong. This wasn't the first time that this had happened. But the last time it was only a few bruises that Hermione had concealed before anyone got a good look. Ths time HE had gone too far!

" Hermione has he been hurting you again? "

No answer so Draco persisted

" Hermione has Ron been hurting you again? "

End Flashback

Draco sat on his window seat, looking out into the sunny sky. How could the weather be so beautiful when he felt like his heart was being ripped apart, piece by piece. His soul was only half there, the other half had disappeared when his one true love had passed away. The weather used to always reflect Hermione's mood. When she was happy, it would be sunny, when she was sad, it would rain. If she was angry then as sure as hell, there would be a storm. Dumbledore had said something once about Hermione having more power than she would ever realize, Draco guessed that this was what he meant. Hermione controlled the weather and therefore everyone's own mood as people's mood's differ with the weather.

As the sun began to set, casting a fiery glow over the Forbidden Forest, Draco sang quietly to himself. He was not much of a singer like Hermione was but he didn't care. She was gone and he would never forget what Ron did to her. He would get his revenge, no matter what it took or how long it took.

And with that Draco fell into another of his nightmares, right there on the window seat.The sun spliting the sky.