Dislcamier I own no Harry Potter characters, plot, so on... So on…
Hermione hadn't spoken to anyone for at least a month, instead she disappeared. Most thought she had done something insane, gone of the deep end, killed herself. There were numerous theories about her. No one dared to believe in her anymore though. She had betrayed their world, killed their citizens even if she hadn't done it deliberately, and to top it all off the man that did organize everything she was in love with.
How could you believe in something like that?
As she sat in the same spot she had sit in numerous times, her favorite spot at the manor, a very noticeable change from a year ago. She wasn't happy anymore, she'd never be happy, and everyone that was exposed to her saw that sadness.
She had fled to the manor after the trial, and although some of the deatheaters weren't happy with it, she lived there like she had done before. Draco had left it to her, and they did respected that.
"Hermione?"
The brunette looked up from her plate to find Lavender standing at the door. She ushered for her to come in, and watched as Lavender fidgeted with her bag as she took a seat across from her.
"I came to say that –"
"You came to say what?" Hermione said coldly, cutting her off.
Lavender was surprised at her tone. She looked into the now lifeless chocolate orbs across from her and sighed, "I'm sorry."
Hermione scoffed, "Sorry? Come'on what do you have to be sorry for?"
Lavender was about to speak, but once again Hermione started, "All you did was betray me. Betray Harry, Ron, Seamus. Don't you ever miss them? Don't you care! Is this the life you wanted, a life full of hiding, of never going back? Well you got it!" She screamed.
The blonde stood up from across her, "You got it too! You lied, you deceived! So don't you dare start with me about everything."
"I never lied, because Harry never asked. Now if he did, if he suspected something it would have been off. Besides Lavender, unlike you, Draco and I had something, this was meant to be."
"Meant to be?" Lavender scowled, "You contradict yourself bookworm. You are the reason so many have died. You're the reason Draco's in Azkaban."
Hermione was at a loss for words. She sat there staring at her plate with nothing but the thoughts of what Lavender said running through her head. And something came over her, a dark streak. She took her plate and hurled it over Lavender's head. Not flinching at the shattering of the glass, but she watched Lavender who immediately tensed up.
"I'm the cause of this? Fuck you."
Hermione walked out of the dining room to pass Knob who was coming to clean the mess, "Don't bother. I'll do it."
Knob apparently wasn't the only one that heard. Blaise marched down the stairs in a frenzy until he saw her exiting the manor and he ran after, trying to get her attention, "Hermione! Hermione!"
She didn't stop, not until he grabbed her arm, spinning her around. And he found the same picture he had seen for months. Her distraught face with tears in her eyes. He had learned how to comfort her, but it never lasted long. "What is it, Hermione?"
She looked to the ground, "Am I a beast? Am I to blame for this?"
Blaise didn't answer. Hermione sneered, and hit his chest with as much force as she could muster, "Answer me!"
"We're all to blame. We all let this happen."
"Even I?"
"In a way," he sighed, "Yes, Hermione. You brought his upon yourself."
She stared at him. Just stared without a word in the world to say.
"You said it, Draco!" she hissed, "You said it and don't you lie."
He turned to her sharply and threw his hands in the air, "What does it matter? Granger it doesn't matter what you say when you're in the act of pleasuring someone, everything adds to the excitement."
"That's it? It adds to the excitement? So you don't' mean anything you say! You haven't meant a single word!" She yelled.
Draco growled before pushing her up against the wall roughly, his hands practically crushing her delicate face, "Don't contradict me."
She stared up at him, frightened, and shaking, but her voice didn't show it, "I'm not. I'm just saying that you're a fraud. A complete phony with all your bullshit about no one else being like me, because I mean everything I say, Malfoy."
"No you don't, because your heart lies with Harry."
She bit her lip and tried turning away from him, but he wouldn't let her. Hermione took in a deep breath and moved her hand to his chest, "I should, yes, be with Harry. But Draco, I belong to you."
He pressed his body against her, "If I asked you to marry me, you would say yes then?"
Marry? Hermione stood still in shock. Marriage? He was proposing an absurd idea, and she didn't like it. Pushing him away she moved towards the hotel window and shrugged, almost helplessly, "Don't try and be funny."
"I'm not."
She turned to face him scowling, "I couldn't. You and I both know that!"
"Why!" He pushed aside a chair and moved toward her menacingly, "Why couldn't you?"
"Because I'm a muggleborn! And yes that has nothing to do with, but it has everything, to do with it!" She brushed her hair out of her face in frustration, "I'm contradicting myself now, I know, but we wouldn't work."
"Granger –"
"What, Draco? Tell me, what ridiculous plan do you have working in that head of yours?"
He scowled, "You know what. Fine, it's over, go get married. Have children, be the best wife you can be." He started for the door before she grabbed his arm, whipping him around to face her.
"You meant it didn't you?" she asked.
"When I said that I loved you?"
She waited.
"Yes I meant it."
They didn't say anything to each other after that. They sat together, and enjoyed the simple silence. It took awhile to leave each other, but when they did, for two months nothing went on, no letters, secret meetings, nothing.
Not until Draco went off the wire and showed up at her wedding.
"I want to get him out," she said to Blaise as they sat in the library.
"Don't be crazy."
"I'm not, but we need to find a way to get him out."
Blaise took in a deep breath before turning to her, puzzled, "Is that what you want?"
She raised an eyebrow, "How dare you ask me that! Of course it's what I want."
Blaise had noticed how dark she became over the time period. He had become afraid of her fury; the way she lashed out for no apparent reason at all. Draco had corrupted her. But after what she had been through, Blaise couldn't blame her.
"Fine. Then you conduct a meeting with the deatheaters."
"Why not you?" She spat.
"Because, Hermione, they don't seem to respect me anymore. You on the other hand –"
She tilted her head, "And what does that mean?"
"It means they don't want to piss you off."
Hermione quirked a curious brow. Her? They didn't want to piss her off? When had this miraculous fear come over these people to be afraid of what she thought? Brushing the entire incident off she started thinking if she was crazy. And in the end, she knew she was. Everything she did was for Draco now. He lived in her and her in him. Without him she really didn't have a purpose anymore. She just stayed around the manor, waiting for the next move.
…
Never had he imagined that the dementors couldn't have gotten to him. They didn't make him feel eerie, or scared, dark. He was all of that already, and unlike his forefathers who had been put in Azkaban before him, he didn't feel guilt for what he did. He did it for love, and he had to stay strong for her.
They sentenced him to a lifetime there, how ever long that might be. And if they found Hermione, and she told them any more about what had happened, he'd get the dementors kiss.
Was he worried? No. Draco thought of nothing but her.
They way her hair smelt, her secret smile she gave him behind his back that he always caught, their child that he didn't know about. The news still was unreal to him. And he did feel guilty for partly being the cause of her losing their child. He would give her the world if she wanted it, but he could never give that back to her.
He ran a hand through his hair as he stared at the wall in front of him.
Through all of this he came to one outcome over and over; he let her down and he loved her.
Both of those he stuck by faithfully. He didn't know if she was at the manor, he didn't know what had happened. Only rumors flooded his ears. Her committing suicide, running off to America, hiding with muggles that were friends of her mothers or fathers. All nonsense in his eyes.
She belonged with him, and he knew that she was hurting just as bad as he was.
"What, Potter?" Draco spat as he stared at the dark-haired man in front of him.
Harry shoved his hands in his slacks and ran his eyes over Draco, taking in the familiar scent. That's when he knew where he had been, and the pain he felt was far from anything. She was the one person he confided in and she had let him down. He kept his cool in front of the blonde though, "I just asked a question."
Draco kept that smirk upon his face as he advanced towards Harry, "Potter I'm tired of the games we play. Be a man, let go –" Intertwined in his words were Hermione.
Harry noticed. He threw his hands in the air and started to walk away.
"Scared Potter?"
He didn't' stop, even at the age old statement Draco had shouted out so many times before at school.
Then Draco couldn't take it anymore, "She's done with you. She's been done with you!"
The words hit Harry hard. He took in a deep breath and turned slowly to face the man who Hermione was going to leave him for, or so he thought, "Malfoy, just leave it be alright? I want her to be happy and if she wants to be with you, fine! I won't begrudge her."
Draco could tell he hit home with Harry, "You're pathetic, Potter. Real pathetic. You're jealous and you can't admit it to yourself that I took her away."
"IS that what you want! A surrender? Fine here it is. Here's my white flag, take it and bask in it." Draco had never heard Harry yell like he was at that moment. Harry started off once again leaving Draco there.
Harry lifted his glasses to wipe a tear away. The feeling had been right. The times she lied, he knew, and he had lied to himself. He would keep lying to himself. This never happened; Harry was wiping it away from his brain.
They were getting married and that's all that mattered.
Draco also knew Harry well enough to know he wouldn't let Hermione go.
That night he planned the biggest mistake he ever made.
Hermione tossed and turned. Draco's bed was even uncomfortable to her. The silk made her sweat and it was a musky smelling room. With the window open though the cool air made everything seem okay. But that night she couldn't sleep.
Her dreams were too vivid.
It seemed as if everything happened a lifetime ago. It didn't even seem like her own life anymore. She wasn't aware of who she had become, who she used to be, who she loved, who she hated. Never had she had this many doubts, never had she forgotten where she had come from, who her parents were, anything like that.
Hermione opened her eyes and arose from her bed. She walked out of his room, through the corridors. Nowhere in particular was she headed, but something made her keep walking until she was in the library. She traveled to the vase containing Draco's most hated way of traveling, stuck her hand into the flakes and stepped into the fireplace.
"The Ministry!" She shouted as she slammed the flakes onto the ground, and immediately she was pulled into the vortex.
Even so late at night, workers were there, and as Hermione came in, almost like a dream, they stared in awe, wondering what to do. One woman at the front desk called out to her, another man started for her, but as Hermione collapsed on the floor:
They knew that she couldn't go on any longer.
A/N: Short chapter I know, but this was just the updates on their lives since what happened. Next chapter might be the last, but there might be sequel. If I can get a good plot going. Well I hope you all enjoyed, thank you SO incredibly much for all your support!