Dramione Drabbles

A.N: This is a reworked version of Drabble #4 that my friends, after reading, decided to add onto. I, finding the whole situation absolutely hilarious, decided to post it this way as well. Hope you like this as much as I did! xD

Hermione stepped carefully around the bodies, fighting the tears threatening to escape. So much destruction, so much death. It was everywhere, even pervading the air, a heavy curtain weighing down on everything and everyone. The few remaining survivors, like her, were looking through the mess, trying to find their loved ones and pick up the pieces left behind by the war.

Hermione's gaze swept across the Great Hall, searching for him. She began to panic, and bile rose in her throat as her mind began to conjure up gruesome thoughts of what may have happened to him. Swallowing her fear and shaking her head clear of those horrific images, she kept searching.

Suddenly, she glimpsed a flash of silvery-blonde. Her heart beat faster. Could it be- ? No, she didn't want to think it. It couldn't be! It wasn't… was it?

She walked faster, broke out into a run, and fell on her knees beside him. Gently pulling him out from under Colin Creevey's body, she cradled his head in her arms and sobbed.

Now, she couldn't stop the tears that flowed freely down her face. It was true. He was dead. Draco was dead. Never again would she see his cute, cocky smirk. Never again would she feel his strong arms around her. Never again would she feel that comforting warmth emanating from his body. Never again would she see those mesmerizing gray eyes, shining with the love he had for her, and only her.

"DRACO!" Hermione screamed in anguish. The gaping emptiness in her heart was almost too much to bear. "Draco, Draco, no…" She sobbed. "Don't leave me, Draco, don't leave me, no no no, don't leave…"

But it was too late. He was gone forever.

Then he shivered in her arms and she looked down. His chest was slowly heaving and color was returning to his cheeks. "Draco?" said Hermione in disbelief, hoping against hope that…

"Hermione?" he whispered, and she felt her heart thump faster than ever before. She bent close to listen.

"I… never… loved… you. It was… just… a joke."

As she stared, he sat up and slapped her across the face.

"payback," he said, as he strutted off to engage in a gigantic PDA with Pansy Parkinson. Hermione was totally crushed and tossed herself over the cliff.

Slowly, her eyes opened. Ginny was leaning over her, concern on her visage. A hot tear lay silent on her cheek. A dim light filled the room. A dream. Never again would such nightmares fill her mind. Draco was still forever hers.

"You were screaming things," said Ginny. "Stuff about Draco, and 'don't go.'"

"Where is he? Where is he?" shrieked Hermione.

"Right now, partying it up with Pansy Parkinson. Last I heard, he was screaming, 'She's so hot! I will love her forever and ever! I never loved Hermione Granger and I will never, EVER be hers! All those Dramione stories are LIES!'"

Hermione slumped back into unconsciousness.

"But I'll ALWAYS love you," declared Ron and Krum in unison.

"Back off! She's MINE! I'm the ultimate sexy beast!" said Neville, and he proceeded to defenestrate them both out the window.

Just then, the door opened and in came Draco.

"What's going on?"

"A lover's spat," giggled Ginny.

"Lovers? Plural? WTB?"

Hermione awoke and saw her love, god and idol.

"DRACO!"

"Sweet, darling Hermione!" They embraced, and loved each other forevermore.

THE REAL END.