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Memento	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes:
The story is available at:
ff.net and adultfanfic.org
Anyone willing to beta this, just send me a message.
This is a slowborn WIP Dramione.

Opinions are free to be expression just no violent reactions please. Thank you!!!

Prologue

“All is never fair in love and war. Isn’t it?” his deep voice asked from the shadows.
She halted by the doorway, her eyes slightly wide at the object in his hands.
“Where did you.. where did you get that?” she slowly asked him mustering the courage to enter the darkened room.
He didn’t answer her.
Her heart was beating fast within the silence between the two of them.
His back was turned to her and he remained standing still as if he was thinking how to further go about the situation.
“I knew this was coming.” he whispered but it looked like he was talking more to himself than towards her. “I knew this was coming. The signs were everywhere. How naïve of me.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” she slowly said making a few steps forward. “Please put that down. We can talk about this.”
Her voice barely wavered to show her fear at that moment.
She still believed that the good cause could win out of this despite all that has been happening in the past weeks.

“Talk about this.” he drawled in repetition and she watched him inhale deeply and exhale his stress out. “Now you want to talk about it.”
“I told you I wanted to talk about this.” she slightly argued with him seeing him from the shadows as he slowly walked away from the window where he had been standing next to the long table. “I didn’t want it to lead up to this.”

He gave a scoff and a cold restrained laugh.

“You didn’t want things to lead up to this day.” his voice was laced with poison and she knew that she was threading a very thin line at the moment. “But you did let things lead up to this day!”
“I always wanted to talk about it.” she told him her tone determined. “I told you time and again but you never listened.”
“This makes it my fault now?” he sarcastically told her. “I am amaze at how he had tarnished that brilliant mind of yours. How he manages to play you over his hand time and again-“
“He doesn’t play me. I would never allow that.” she told him with a tone. “I would never allow anyone to play with me or my feelings.”
“And how about my feelings?” he suddenly screamed at her. “How about my feelings?!”
She opened her mouth to argue again but out of the dark shadows, his strong arm had come out of nowhere and had grabbed her by the neck.
Out of her surprise, she was unable to defend herself and she was painfully and forcedly pushed back against the wall.
She screamed out of shock and pain but his other hand was fast as his sporty reflexes allowed of him.
She knew that the pain had caused blood behind her head as she felt the warm drizzle of something from the back of it.
She felt dazed and her visions blurred a little.
And before she could even scream for help, his other hand was tight with a cloth over her mouth.
Her eyes widened as she met his gaze aware of the emerald cloth in her mouth.
“Some promise of love.” he taunted her retelling her of what she believed the cloth symbolized to be. “Until the end. Isn’t it? Isn’t that what you had promised?”
He was staring back at her – a mixture of fury and fear evident in his eyes as she looked back at him, begging for her life.
Tonight, it was an all or nothing.
He was going to lose her forever if he doesn’t make up his mind to man up enough to make this decision.
She had seen that mad look over his eyes only once before when they were at Hogwarts and never thought she would see it again.
He was beyond reason and beyond the borders of sanity.
He scared her.

“Please.” she cried beneath his hard grip over her mouth. “Please don’t do this. The war is over. We can all start again. Isn’t that what we all wanted?”
“I thought..” he breathed heavily against her skin. “I thought.. you.. you didn’t judge me. I thought you believed in me. I thought that-“
“I do.” she cried softly against his hand. “I do, I still do.. please. Please don’t do this. Please let me go. I need to go back-”
“Go back where?” he suddenly raged at her tightening his grip around her neck. “Back to him? You think this whole – this whole pathetic little event will cover up everything-“
“Please, please don’t hurt me-“ she begged him tears now in her eyes. “Please don’t-“
She suddenly screamed.
A hand so heavy came crashing down against her face and she fell back forward the ground tasting blood at the side of her mouth.
Before she could even recover, she felt his strong fingers grabbed the ends of her dark tresses and by her hair, he dragged her against the floor towards the end of the room.
She tried kicking, screaming and begging him to stop.
But he was stronger now.
The war had evidently changed him in many ways more than one.
If there was anything she knew, it was how the war had changed everyone she knew – physically, emotionally and mentally.
And he was nowhere immune to the effects of the war over the rest of them.

She tried to scream again but this time, she felt her voice left her as he fisted his hand and with a very precise manner, he punched her straight to her stomach.
He watched in silence and breathless form as she fell back towards the ground, clutching her stomach.
He raised her hand ready to strike once more at her agonizing form when his eyes caught sight of something that she too felt in her.
They both stared as something crimson and glimmering began to drop all the way down to her legs from her nude pink dress.
Horror passed his eyes at the realization.
Her voice caught in her throat and she looked up at him with fear and now, a mixture of anger.

“No, no….” she cried miserably staring over the blood that continue to drip down between her legs. “No, no… my child.. no, my child..”
“You’re..” he began, eyes wide at what he had done. “No, it can’t be.. you didin’t.. “
“My child, no.. please.. please.. no..” she cried unable to hear the evident fear and shock in his voice as he knelt down next to her unable to comprehend what to do next.
“This isn’t..” he forced himself to say as his mind, despite its confusion, tried to focus and calculate the possibilities of being the child’s father. “This is.. it isn’t..”
“It’s yours.” she managed to whisper looking back at him as her soft fingers reached for his arm. “It’s yours.”
“But.. “ he tried to find his voice as he realized that he has done. “But you.. I heard you..I just heard you!”
“I left.. I left him..” she cried as her fingers tightened around his arm. “I left him for you.. for our child.”
His eyes burned with tears at what he had done.
He felt his chest heavy, consumed grief and anger mixing all throughout the veins of his body.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with emotion and love for him.
She was begging him to stop the madness because it obviously had gone very, very far.
Perhaps it was out of fear or out of his deep love for her or maybe both that he immediately gathered her in his strong arms and lifted her from the floor.
She started screaming in pain that was growing inside her stomach trying to tell herself that everything would soon be better.
That he would understand and he would let her be with her life.

Everything would have gone well and perhaps back to normal until he stopped carrying her because they both heard that familiar voice.

“Hermione?”

He called her name.
His eyes went back to Hermione and all the worry and fear in them had quickly vanished and was replaced by the hate that has consumed his heart.

He looked back down at her and her eyes focused back at the man carrying her who was just about to save her and her child’s life.
But he called her again.
His voice was as it had always been – gentle and warm towards her.
His voice was getting closer and it told her that he had been looking for her and he was nearby.
He was going to find them, he was going to find her.

Her eyes returned to him and the gleam that passed her eyes made him understand.
She opened her mouth to scream again for help but he had had enough already.
All the guilt, fear and love in his eyes had completely vanished and was replaced by nothing but anger and madness.
Instead of taking her back towards the front door to seek help for her condition, he immediately stirred her and carried her to the back door to the other direction.
Despite her pain she struggled, she tried her best to push herself off from his arms and as he reached the back door, the moment he stepped outside the cold slippery snowy ground, she managed to free herself from his grasp by clawing over his face.
He screamed in pain and he accidently let her go.

They both fell forward but out of her exhaustion and pain, she barely made it far from him.
She crawled and cried against the thick blanket of snow around them, clawing her surroundings apart to gain distance from him.
But she was weak now and he was fast.
She felt his hand back behind her long hair, grabbing every handful of hair he could and pulling it as painfully as he could do so with his strength.

The struggle had exhausted a lot of effort from his part because she was willing to exhaust all the little energy she had to escape him despite her condition.
She clawed and kick against him and tried to desperately go through the thick snow to keep herself away from him.
They were going farther into the back and closer to the woods for which she knew once they enter, she was never going to get out of alive.
She deeply regretted leaving her wand behind for just this time.

Was she meant to die tonight?

She coughed out the coldness of their surroundings and just as she reached the fence that bordered the cottage to the woods, he had reached her.
He grabbed her hair and painfully grabbed her jawline.
“Please don’t.. please..” she begged him knowing that the boy she loved was gone now. “Please don’t kill me.. I’m sorry.. please.. I’m sorry.”
How she had ignored all the warning signs around her about their relationship.
And how badly it had gone now and how everything realized now is too late.
“I have given you everything.” he spitefully whispered against her face as he painfully dug his fingers around her face as he held her by the jaw.
“Please, don’t do this.” she begged for her life already knowing how this was going to end up.
“Have I not given you everything?! Have I not given you enough?!” he angrily screamed at her face, tears damping her cheeks.
She cried and apologized but she knew there was nothing she can do now to stop the inevitable.
“I have lied for you, I have abandoned everything that I knew to be right all my life- “
“Please let me go, please-“
“And you repay by slutting yourself around that –“
“No – please, let me go – you’re –mistaken –“
“Mistaken?!” he screamed against her face again. “Mistaken? You cheated against me – you- “
“I never cheated on you!” she cried back at him as she fought hard against his grip with the very little energy she had left. “I never lied to you – I never cheated on you – I told you-“
“You told me lies!” he yelled at her ear as he held her tighter and tighter to the point of choking her. “You told me lies! You cheated on me – you would choose a life with him after everything that I could have given you – have I not given you enough? Have I not given you enough-“
“Please-“
“Answer me!” he murderously stared at her shaking her and choking her. “Answer me!”
“Please.. I’m sorry.. I beg you.. please-“
“You put this in that little intelligent mind of yours..” he murderously whispered against her as he slowly took his wand out pointing it directly over her throat. “If I can’t have you – no one else in this goddamn world will ever have you.”
“No – please-“
“Do you understand?” he screamed at her the wand’s edge pointing painfully against the middle of her throat. “Do you understand that you filthy little Mudblood!”

Her pain was beyond her own recognition.
Despite and beyond everything that has transpired tonight, perhaps that was the most hurtful thing she had endured and heard from his lips.

Her face began to pale at the lack of oxygen and all the blood she had begun to lose from earlier.
She had lost her voice and the colour from her eyes had slowly vanished as she began to lose her consciousness.
He blinked his anger and tears away and he recognized what he had done.
His chest palpitated in panic and fear at the sight of her almost lifeless form in his very arms.

“I’m sorry..” he began crying seeing her and quickly loosening his grip around her neck and gently holding her in his arms. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry…”
He slowly laid her back down the thick snow as he gently pointed the tip of his wand over her forehead to awaken her when he heard his voice.
He called her name again but this time with the distant shock and fear in his voice.
He cursed spitefully and gently laid her head back down and slowly turned back to his face him.
He too had his wand in his wand and ready to duel with him.

“What have you done?” he slowly asked him his own eyes slowly being consumed with tears.
He crossed the fence and stared at him, his wand in his hand and at her unconscious form.
“What have you done?” he repeated but this time his voice was demanding and strong.
He looked back at the boy in front of him.
How school grudges felt very much like a joke in a distant memory.

They stood a few feet apart over her unconscious body.
His eyes moved from him, towards her and the bloody trail from her and back at him putting things together.
His eyes flashed with fear.

“Give her to me.” he said gesturing him to move away from her form. “She’s not going to be happy with you. She was never going to be happy with you.”
“She left you.” he whispered back holding his wand tightly in his hand. “She had left you for me.”
“No.” he told her as his eyes passed at the blood trail from her body and back at him with horror in his eyes. “She left me for your child.”
He stopped.
The verification came from his eyes and the horror of what he has done became obvious from his.
He stared back at her bloody form and then back up at the boy he hated all his damned life.
Their eyes met in an agreement of life and death.
The quick ones at dueling, at the art of the wands, always won.
One of them was bound to walk away tonight and one bound to lose everything.
For one of them was trained to become a murderer and one was taught to save lives.
There was a revulsion of hatred from both their eyes and at the very exact moment, they both drew their wands up, opened their mouths as hands moved in accordance of the expelled magic.
Lights erupted from their wands at the executed spells from either end.
And then there was darkness.
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