Authors note – The poem in this fic was written by me, Nicky. I don't own any of the characters in this fic. As all you fabulous sane people out there should know, they belong to the wonderful JKR. I am so glad that Scotland finally has some good coming out of it other than Braveheart. Lol. Boy i do love my country!
Gives Scotland a BIG hug. Until next time party people!
Xx Nicky xX
Enduring Fate
Part Two
Flashback
Snow lay compact to ice on the small village rooftops, dusting of snow lay on tree branches, making them look magical. The windows of shops had a frosty crystallized look about them, making it impossible to look in or out of the windows. The pub, the Three Broomsticks looked like a gingerbread house, good enough to eat. Music and laughter blasted from the pub, people seeking it's warmth.
Many students of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry were walking around with their friends, laughing and joking with each other, buying the remainder of their Christmas presents for friends and family. Large different colored snowballs were flying through the air left, right and center. People were ducking everywhere, in shops, behind other people, with their bags, or some of the older more experienced students, using a shield charm to block the snowballs.
In front of the Three Broomsticks, the tall blond haired frame of Draco Malfoy was leaning against the pub's wall, waiting for his girlfriend Hermione Granger. The couple had only just announced their courtship to their close friends the previous week. They had been dating in secret for several months now but they had finally decided that the time was right to go public.
A strong gust of wind tugged at Draco's green Slytherin scarf and he wrapped it tighter around his neck to prevent him catching a chill. Some of his fellow Slytherin 7th years passed by Draco, casting him dark looks. Pansy Parkinson had actually nearly cried when she saw him and then rushed into the pub, head in her hands. Draco didn't care about them anymore, he was happy and that was what mattered most. Draco was starting to worry though, Hermione was late. She was never late. He waited for 5 more minutes before he set off up the village street to look for Hermione. But he had no need to worry because he saw the petite figure of his girlfriend trudging through the snow towards him, laden with many shopping bags. She had just came out of a new bookshop which had just opened up. As soon as she reached him, Draco wrapped her in a tight hug and planted a warm kiss on her frozen lips.
" Thought you'd got lost " he said as he relieved her of her shopping bags.
She gazed up at him with her large hazel eyes, a mischievous look on her face.
" Why Draco! Where you worried about lil old me? "
Draco gave her one of his famous smirks and dropped her bags on the ground, wrapping her in a full on snog.
Just as he did this, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley and Ron Weasley emerged from the shop opposite the bookshop and saw their best friend snogging their arch enemy right infront of them. Ginny and Harry were ok with Hermione dating Draco, seen as Draco had saved Harry in the final battle and Ginny knew from the beginning that Hermione was dating Draco. But Ron couldn't understand how Hermione could let their enemy from 1st year, touch her.
Ron's face went the colour of beetroot and the tips of his ears tinged bright red. Steam was practically spouting from his ears and his nostrils were flaring wildly. In his flustered state, Ron was unable to find his wand so seeing Harry's sticking out of his robes, he grabbed it and aimed it at the canoodling couple. Harry and Ginny seeing what Ron was about to do, grabbed the back of Ron's robes, trying to stop him but they weren't strong enough to stop him striding ahead.
" MI! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? HOW? YOUR BLOODY BEST FRIEND FOR CHRIST SAKE! "
Hermione and Draco stopped kissing and looked at Ron as if he was crazy. Hermione was becoming angry that Ron would bring this up in a public place, and her eyes blazed angrily. Snow started to fall heavily, whipping up around people's faces, causing their teeth to chatter. Everyone who was outside, ran into the nearest shop to them, all apart from Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione and Ginny who cowered and wrapped themselves tighter in their cloaks and robes.
" HOW COULD YOU HAVE PICKED THAT PIECE OF SCUM SHITE OVER ME? HE'S THE ENEMY FOR FUCKS SAKE! "
" RONALD! STOP BEING SO BLOODY CHILDISH! DRACO IS NOT THE ENEMY! GROW THE FUCK UP! YOUR 18 FOR CHRIST SAKE! "
Hermione's eyes blazed and her hair whipped around her face, the blizzard becoming even more stronger by the second. Draco bowed his head to try and stop the snow from stinging his eyes. Ginny clutched onto her scarf and hat and Harry was still holding onto the back of Ron's robes. Ron himself didn't seem to notice the snow, he raised the wand to utter a curse, Harry, Draco and Ginny watching on helplessly and Hermione fumbled for her own wand. Ron's mouthed opened and he drew the wand back
End Flashback
Suddenly Draco woke up in is bed, breathing heavily, the sheets twisted around his legs and sweat dripping down his back. His eye's came into focus, taking in his wardrobe, his writing desk, some other of his possessions and the window seat where the sun was just rising, casting a frosty winter glow on the Malfoy manor grounds.
Draco rested his head in his hands, almost breaking down into tears. This was what he was constantly dreaming of, the day Hermione was murdered by her best friend with the wrong wand. Each time he had this dream, nightmare or whatever it was, it got stronger and had more detail of the last one. It also lasted longer, causing him less sleep.
Sighing and stretching, Draco climbed, or to be more precise, rolled, out of his bed. After taking a long hot shower, he decided to visit Hermione's grave in Hogsmede as it was nearing the 3rd year since her death. Draco picked out a blackey green shirt, black jeans and his navy Converse All Stars. He let his hair hand loose as that was the way that Hermione liked it. As he walked from his master bedroom to what he called the apparting room, he realised how lonely and quite it actually was in this huge manor. He really only had the house elves for company and his best friend Blaise Zabini only came to visit once in a while. Draco decided that when he got to Hogsmede he would buy some flowers for the gravestone.
Draco apparted from the Malfoy manor, which he had inherited from his father as his father had been killed by Voldemort and his mother by a female auror by the name of Tonks, to a small flower shop called Flora's Flower shop and went in, knowing immediately what type of flowers he would buy. Lily's. Hermione's favourite. Draco purchased six lily's, one for each of her years at Hogwarts and a single red rose for her last year at the school.
Hermione's gravestone sat underneath a lone apple tree which shaded the grave. The gravestone itself was made of white marble and a sad angel sat on top of it, it's legs hanging over the top of the grave. Draco replaced the dry flowers in the blue vase that was beside the gravestone with the freshly bought flowers. He placed the single red rose on top of the graves and read the poem that he, Harry and Ginny had wrote together, each putting aside their differences. Forgotten. Forever. The poem was engraved in gold on the marble.
Our Love
We still mourn you now you are gone,
our love for you will always live on,
The strength in us will pull is through,
that's what you taught us to always do,
In heaven or hell, death we will not part,
we will find you no matter what,
We will go through the deepest levels of hell,
and even ring heaven's sac ride bell,
Just to find you now you are gone,
our love for you will always live on.
Love you forever Mi
Harry, Ginny, Draco and everyone else
XxXxX
Hermione Alexis Granger
Forever in our hearts
Tears rolled down Draco's face, the poem wasn't particulary the best, but he Harry and Ginny had poured their hearts into it and it meant a lot to them, but Hermione meant more to them. As he bowed his head, Draco saw a piece of rose parchment trapped underneath a loveheart shaped piece of rose quartz. Draco took the slip of parchment out from underneath the pretty stone and read it.
Mi, I am so sorry for what i did. I never meant to hurt you, i was out of control. I didn't mean for you to get killed, i was just so angry that you chose Malfoy over me. I will never forgive myself for what i have done. X Ron X
Draco clenched the parchment in his hand, angry that the piece of shit that killed Hermione dared to come near her grave. Draco suddenly felt a cold draught and shived, and then from behind him he heard a familiar voice that he thought he would never hear again, apart from in his dreams. It was sweet and pleasant with a hint of playfullness through it.
" Hey orphan, let's play! " Whispered the voice.
