Summary: This story is inspired by the scene between Draco and Snape talking in the hallway, after Slughorn's Christmas Party. I was watching the sixth movie and I wondered what if it was Hermione listening instead of Harry? So I wrote this. Here's the scene if anyone has forgotten:
"I swore to protect you. I made the Unbreakable Vow." Snape
"I don't need protection. I was chosen for this. Out of all others, me! I won't fail him." Draco
"You're afraid, can pretend to conceal it, but it's obvious. Let me assist you." Snape
"No! I was chosen! This is my moment!" Draco
Rating: T
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His words pounded in my head.
"I was chosen for this."
They wouldn't go away. I couldn't make them go away. It was like they were ingrained into my brain; fixed into that small part of my memory so they could never leave.
All this time, he had been lying to me. He told me that he hadn't become a Death Eater and he had.
He must have.
"You're afraid, Draco."
He had told me of how Voldemort had threatened to murder his parents if he didn't complete the task. But he had me convinced that I was more important than his parents.
Maybe I was more important than his damned father. But Draco would die before he had to watch his mother die.
Why me? Why is fate, destiny, whatever you wish to call it, so unmerciful that I have to be the person to fall in love with this monster? I thought that the man behind the beast was beginning to show; a man who hurts just like every other human being, a man who has flaws.
But I was so terribly wrong.
"I won't fail him."
Draco had spoken of his task before this, but I had never realized that he was going to carry it out. Maybe I was too daft or too oblivious to note how his well-being had faltered. He looked sicker; paler, the dark circles under his eyes were larger. The late-night excursions to meet me could have a hand in his appearance and attitude, but I didn't look or act like that.
More likely, it was because he was too worried to sleep. What if I do fail? What if he does kill Mother? What if he kills me?
Words had never bothered me before. But never before had someone so blatantly lied to my face. Emotion had begun to cloud my judgment and that is something that had never happened before. Not with Harry, not with Ron.
But then, why do I still love him?
I tried to convince myself that I don't. But it was a fact.
You can't lie to yourself about what your emotions are. You can only keep them at bay.
But I can't abandon Harry and Ron because of my own selfish desires. Draco has chosen his side. And it's not with me. I must learn to accept that and, if it comes down to it, face him on the battlefield.
I know he had lied to me in order to keep me safe; I know he lied to me in order to keep me at his side.
But he had lost me. Forever.
If only he had used his words.
A/N comment on any mistakes in the plot or writing you see!
