1 hour – prompts used: 'summer' 'breeze' 'wave' 'right' 'chalk'
The wave that crashed onto the beach and splashed Hermione's legs was cold and refreshing. It was making her feet go numb and so – thankful that she was wearing her bikini – waltzed further into the cold sea. The cold was keeping her awake and keeping her grounded. It was what was making her aware that certain scenarios that had happened recently, truly wasn't a nightmare. It was her reality.
The sea was up by her shoulders now and the cool breeze caused her hair to flitter around her face. It might have been summer but it was far from warm.
"Hermione! Get out of the water!" Draco called from his spot on the beach. They'd decided to go to the summer house in France and they'd barely arrived before an owl had dropped a letter, informing them of her parents' death.
Nothing felt right in the world anymore.
"Look, we'll go home and we'll talk to Potter and Weaslette. They're going to want to know." Hermione stared at him over her shoulder and though they were far away, he could see the emptiness in her eyes. She turned back though, walking slowly out of the water until he embraced her blue skin with a towel that had been charmed with a permanent heating charm. He dragged her inside and left her to sit under the shower that was spouting hot water so that he could grab her some clothes and a fresh towel.
Once she was warmed up, he dressed her like she was a baby and sat her down in her art room. After many arguments, he'd discovered that drawing with pencils or paint calmed her down and he just prayed that it would bring her back to him this time. She stared at the tools emotionlessly before grabbing some white chalk and turning to her unused chalk board. She'd never been a fan of the material, finding it annoying and messy for her tastes, but it had been her mother's favourite and for this picture, it was just what she needed.
Two hours later and the picture was complete. A picture of her parents, from memory. Glancing at Draco, he saw the light that filled her eyes normally – though it be a bit dimmed due to the sadness – it was still there and he'd get her back. Once she accepted that her parents wouldn't.