It was dark, nearly too dark. The trees, with their webs of dead branches, creaked ominously. The moon, as full as it was, was covered by clouds dimming its shining face. From here, it looked like the moon was crying, reflecting her own face, rain drops for tears. Remus Lupin was out there somewhere, in all his beastly glory.
She had wanted to come tonight, even thought the night was pitch-black. Once upon a time, darkness had frightened her, sent her under the covers, hiding her face. Now, she prefers it above all other things. Prefers the dark to light, because he did. He always had. Now, that's where he was. The dark.
The rustling of twigs, nor the sudden hand on her cloaked shoulder, didn't startle her. She knew all along that he would come. She didn't move, didn't feel the need to. She remained kneeling on the dead grass, tears streaming down her pale face as her hand traced the letters on the gravestone before her. Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
"He didn't even offer to take me with him," she whispered suddenly, surprising herself even.
The man behind her let out a long sigh. "He wanted you here."
"But I want to be there." Her voice broke on the last note as sobs overtook her frail body. The hand on her shoulder moved to her elbow and pulled her up, into a standing position. She buried her face into the former Death Eater's chest, sobbing," I still need him. I still need him."
He hugged her tightly, feeling her sob against him through his own thick clothing. His own hands, pale and slender, stroked her back as she cried his name over and over into the night. "Draco. Draco. Draco."
Finally, the tears subsided and the sobs quieted. But still they remained locked together, each one unwilling to let go of the other.
"Did he love me?" she asked into his chest.
"Yes. More than anything."
"Then why did he go? Why did he leave me behind, when I still need him so much?"
He pulled her back, away from his chest, and looked deep into her eyes.
"Because he wanted you to live."
They stared, locked to each other's eyes. He raised one finger to her lips, tracing them over and over again. She closed her tearful eyelashes, relishing in his cool touch. And then, the warmth of his lips on hers.
They kissed, seemingly forever, under the webs of broken lace.
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He watched her sleep, her dark hair spread across the black satin pillow, tangling with his own blond hair. He ran his white fingers over her hips, reveling in the perfection of them. Her perfection.
"I don't know why Draco would ever leave you," Lucius whispered to Hermione, who slept on.
He stroked her hair with his hand.
"I know I couldn't."
