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Not So Different
They were different, different sides of the field, the war, the perspective. They were like a square and a circle; one would always be different than the other. No way could they ever be the same, think the same, feel the same. It was different now…they had always been different, but then why did she feel so uncertain.
Draco Malfoy, enemy, Slytherin, different. His blonde hair wet from the rain and windblown, his upper lip curled in a mocking smile. His wand pointed stiffly in front of him, controlling him. He knew he didn't have to do this, he knew he didn't want to, he knew he shouldn't. But he knew he would.
Hermione Granger, good girl, Gryffindor, different. Her brown curls whipping her face and making it hard to see, her lower lip quivering. Her wand pointed shakily in front of her, instructing her. She knew she didn't need to do this, she knew she didn't want to, she knew she couldn't. But she just knew she would.
"Come on Granger, you know you would never," Draco sneered.
"I would if I had to," she began, her eyes wet. "And I have to."
"Okay then. Do it." He was mocking her, scaring her, hurting her.
His hand holding the wand fell limply to his side. He was inviting her to kill him, but he knew she couldn't. He gestured to her wand and then to his chest. He was telling her to hurt him, to curse him.
Draco winced in pain as a spell hit him in the back. "Draco, just kill her or he will." Snape growled from across the field.
"Go on then, kill me like he told you to," Hermione cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
Draco looked different. His expression was much similar to Hermione's. His eyes watery, his lip quivering just slightly. "No, you," he tried to look brave. He knew he didn't. He would always look like a coward, he might just be one.
"Draco…" Hermione sobbed. "Please don't hurt Harry or Ron…or anyone. You know it's wrong, join us!" She begged frantically. She didn't want to be different; she wanted to be like Draco.
"I can't. We'll always be different, Granger." He growled, but still looked so confused. His wand was now pointed directly at her, his hand shaking.
"Don't do it, Draco!" She pleaded.
"Hermione! What are you waiting for?" Ron yelled across the field.
"You don't want to, Draco," Hermione's voice was still shaky even though she had stopped crying.
"Neither do you," Malfoy lowered his wand.
"Fine, I'll take care of her!" Snape grabbed Malfoy by the arm and shoved him aside.
"I'll do it, Granger!" McGonagall pushed Hermione aside and faced Snape.
"I guess we're not so different," Hermione whispered so only Draco could hear her.
Opposite sides, opposite shapes, opposite lives. We'll always be alike somehow. The only time you'll notice, though, how similar you are to someone you might even loathe is when green sparks fly and a person you never thought you could care about collapses.
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