Title:
Shattered
Author:
Miz Thang
Characters/Pairing:
Draco
Malfoy, HG/DM
Rating:
FRM / R
Word
Count:
342
Warnings:
Angst.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything but the little story's idea. Everything else
belongs to who it belongs to.
Summary:
There
was nothing special about it. One of my entries for
dmhgldws.
There was nothing special about it. Nothing beautiful or glamorous. Nothing to catch his eyes, to make him stare at it the way he did.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing, there to explain why he felt the way he did when he looked at it. Nothing to tell why he had this sharp pain in his chest that wouldn't go away, or why he contemplated for hours upon end to break it – only to never do so.
There was simply nothing there. Nothing but his reflection – and it didn't even do anything itself; it didn't grin smugly, or sneer, or raise its chin in a haughty or confident manner. It did none of these things…and yet, there he was…staring at it, enraptured.
It was a horrifying situation, according to his mother, to have that Muggle thing hanging in their foyer. She didn't care where he'd gotten it from, or why he had it – she wanted him to get rid of it.
Or she would.
So, he decided to get rid of it, show some kind of control over his life. It had been a symbol of his relationship with her, and no one else's, and she had given it to him as a symbol of faith when they first started, fumbling through the ups and downs of love, only to crash harshly and not be able to survive.
Why had they been stupid enough to believe it could last, anyway? Draco Malfoy wouldn't dare marry a mudblood, and Hermione Granger wouldn't sully herself by spending the rest of her life with someone who had hated all she stood for. They had been setting themselves up for disappointment (or so he told himself).
A simple spell sends the glass into several directions, shattering the offending the object, destroying it so that there is nothing left.
He stares at it for the longest time, kicking stray bits of what had been a Muggle mirror, and remembering why he'd always been told not the fall in love.
Ironic how this looks just like my heart.
