Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Setting: The War AU
Word Count: 637 words
Tag: Order!Draco
Hour One
She could feel her heart in her throat, suffocating her, spreading the fire into the depths of her lungs.
She wasted her breath yelling his name.
Hour Three
He dodged the green flash, but his waist took the blunt of the blue. He landed hard on the ground, and a crack resonated through his ringing ears like the snap of a chestnut.
He asked himself whether the shade of her hair was the color that morning.
Hour Five
Harry, Harry, Harry!
Ron! Ron, Ron, Ron.
Hour Five
Tonks, Lupin's down. Get him out. Tonks! Just get the fuck out of here!
Hour Seven
Half of her braid was seared off and it was all she could think about. Her wand was still in her hand, but it was slipping quickly from her fingers because of all the potion spilt across the floor. Glass sunk along her spine as she scooted backwards, away, away.
Then she was mesmerised just how familiar her hunter brandished her wand about.
Hour Eight
Protocols be damned. He didn't care.
He hauled Weasley up, shoved his wand in his pocket and attached the Portkey into his limp hand. There was no urge to go with him while she was out there somewhere.
He turned after he was sure Weasley was gone.
Hour Nine
When this is all over…
What makes you think it would ever end?
And here I thought I was the pessimist.
Realist.
I can't argue with that.
You will come back?
Yes. Where else would I go?
Hour Eleven
I shouldn't even be here: you started it first.
I was just stating the obvious: this plan is fucking stupid.
Language, Malfoy. Have some respect.
You know it's true. I don't want anyone else to die.
… we won't.
We? Thanks for that.
Shut up. I don't want you to die.
Stop trying to convince yourself.
Shut up, Malfoy. Just… come here.
Hour Twelve
She didn't know how she left the classroom but she did. She couldn't feel her right arm but she could use from her elbow up to stop the bleeding. She was dizzy, everything was spinning.
A flash of white finally blinded her.
Hour Fifteen
They were all sheep raised for slaughter: what the old generation couldn't fix was bestowed upon the young the minute they were born. He was not the only one who stood and stared as Potter and Riddle circled each other, a decade-old dance. He tightened his own wand and gave his fate to whomever was still listening: he did his part, now he had nothing else to give.
Hour Sixteen
Whenever she breathes, the debris stab at her holey shirt, and everything just itches even more.
She wanted the itch to stop more than the pain.
Hour Seventeen
If they were not hugging him so tightly his ribs would shatter, he wouldn't have recognised his parents. They held him even tighter, and he almost forgot who he was.
Hour Eighteen
She saw mist formulated and solidify, and then the wasps of smoke disappeared. She thought she saw shadows of those she had known, and she smiled.
Hour Twenty
"Do you trust Kingsley?"
"I trust him enough. Are they all rounded up?"
"Hardly. Half of our team is chasing their tails as we speak."
"Our team?"
"Shut up, Potter. You already have my wand."
Hour Twenty-One
It was impulse that made her want to tell Neville his parents would be proud. It was also why she impulsively closed her eyes. She was safe.
Hour Twenty-Two
He staggered up the staircase and came face-to-face with the Patil twins.
His nails pierced his palms.
Hour Twenty-Three
Wait. A four-letter word that could never rival Hope, or Love, or Hold, or Home.
Dies triumphs all.
Day Zero
Gone.
A/N: been obsessed with this style of writing lately ?