Drabble 08: They could never have their happy ending.
Set: After the seventh book.
Rating: T
Notes: Sorry it has taken me so long to update, and this update sucks. It will be better next time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
There were two Hermione Grangers that Draco Malfoy knew.
There was the studious one. This Hermione Granger was ambitious, observant, and a pain in the ass when you interrupted her. She was the one that he fell in love with first. He would watch her in the library as she studied for something or other. The way she would have to pull all of her bushy hair into a ponytail and away from her head about ten minutes into studying would always fascinate him. Why wouldn't she just put her hair up to begin with? It was common sense, wasn't it?
The second Hermione Granger was different. She was passionate, head strong, and there wasn't a single bad bone in her body. He had seen this side during the war. His heart had broken when he saw the looks she gave the dead. He could practically hear her berating herself for not being a good enough witch.
He tried finding her after the war, but he couldn't find the first or second Hermione. They were kidnapped and being held hostage by a third Hermione. She was bitter, crazy, and apathetic.
All passion, stubbornness, and studious Hermiones were now gone. This third one was like everyone. She had changed after the war. The scars on her arms showed just how changed she was when he found her in a filthy alleyway with a needle poking out of her arm.
"Hermione." His voice broke, and she tilted her head. Her bushy hair was greasy and scraggly. Her clothes were dirty, and there was a pungent stench to her.
Lights went on her eyes when their eyes met.
"Draco, you came to save me." It wasn't a question. She knew he would find her.
"Of course. I always save you. You know me." A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the words. He had saved her from death during the war, and in school, he would save her in little ways. She owed him so much.
"You're too late though." The lights were dying. The needle was empty.
"Don't lie to me." He reached out to cup her cheek. "You're freezing." He picked her up in his arms. Had she ever been this light?
"Tell them I'm sorry. I should have been stronger. The screams just kept echoing in my head." Tears were falling now.
He was racing to the hospital with her in his arms when she died. A sigh escaped her body, and she was gone.
No matter what the two could never have a happy ending.
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