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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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Hermione tossed and turned, sleep eluding her even after the settling night she'd just had. Her thoughts drifted to her parents. She was sad that she would never see them again, but pleased that they were safe and far removed from all of this, their memories erased from the fact that they'd ever had a daughter in the first place. At least she could spare them that pain.
But more than anything, bright blonde hair and smoky grey eyes devoured her thoughts. Draco. Oh, how she ached for him in this, her final moment of need. She needed his touch, his warmth surrounding her, lulling her to sleep. She wanted to feel his strong arms holding her one last time, to hear the words she so desperately wanted to hear though she knew he'd never feel.
Resigned that she would never get any rest in this fashion, she got up silently from her bed and crept into the hallway, heading for Harry's room. One last night being held by someone who loved her, one last comfort.
Her heart leapt to her throat when she was grabbed from behind and dipped almost as if she were in a romantic dance step. She tried to cry out but she'd been Silenced, nothing came from her gaping mouth. She struggled and choked when a tingling liquid was poured into her open mouth and slid down her throat. She tried to spit it out but a hand covered her mouth and nose, forcing her to swallow or choke and suffocate. Terrified, it slid down her throat, an aftertaste of seaweed nauseating her. She fought, kicking and throwing elbows to knock her perpetrator off, but they just held her tighter. A pair of lips descended to her exposed ear and whispered "Where can we go that's private?"
Oh. Dear. Merlin.
Draco. Her dream had come true in a nightmarish form. Her body jerked and she turned in his hold to look up at his face.
It was him. The man who had been haunting her dreams, every pale, perfect inch of him. She stared at him, tense, ready to fight this man who had betrayed her, until one long fingered hand cupped her cheek, his eyes blazing with desperation, and again asked for a private place.
Hermione led him silently to the empty rooms on the top floor of the creaky sanctuary that they'd never bothered to clean or decontaminate.
She pulled him into one of the dull, dingy, sparse rooms and his hands waved over the door, casting silent charms and lighting the candelabras. When he was done he cupped her cheek once more, his thumb caressing over her lips and she felt the ability of speech return to her. She had so many questions she didn't know where to start. As she opened her mouth to interrogate him, he shook his head and at the look on his face her words escaped her.
With a haunted look in his eye, Draco closed the distance between them and took her into his arms again.
This was what she had been waiting for, this feeling of completeness, of love. She didn't care what was between them, not anymore. It didn't matter when in a few hours she would be gone.
"You came back for me," she whispered against his shoulder.
"Yes."
She shuddered in pure joy and his grip tightened around her momentarily before he set her back.
"Hermione, we need to talk."
At the tone of his voice her heart sunk and she was reminded of the reality of their situation.
"Yes, we do."
He was tense for a moment before he spoke, his voice strained. "You can't go tomorrow."
She was stunned into silence. Taking a step back she eyed him wearily. How could he possibly know about their planned attack? Had he already informed them, would they be ambushed at the door?
"How do you-"
"It doesn't matter-"
"Of course it matters, Draco! What did you tell them? How do they know we're coming?"
Draco pursed his lips, his expression one of pain and guilt. "They have no knowledge of your plans to infiltrate. Snape and I have been working with the Order. I will be letting down the defenses so that you may enter. They'll be expecting me to bring you in for questioning at noon, but you will attack before then."
Hermione eyed him wearily. He'd been working with the Order? But…what about his betrayal, selling her out…
"You told your father," she accused and the shame that overcame his features was startling.
"Yes. But I swear, Hermione, if I'd had any idea what would happen…I didn't know about the Horcrux, I had no idea…I swear, I never would have put you in danger-"
"How can I trust you?" she snapped. "You told me that day in the field that it had all just been an act and then you turn around and sell me out to Voldemort, you told him I was responsible for the Horcruxes! You sentenced me to death!"
"I KNOW!" he thundered, turning away, his hands in his hair. When he spoke again his voice was harsh, as if he struggled with the words. "I know. And it killed me to do so. But how do you think I got that information, Hermione?" He turned to her, eyes full of pain. "I didn't even know about the Horcruxes until we got back. How do you think I found out about your involvement in them?"
Hermione felt as though she'd been stabbed in the chest. Realization barreled over her until she felt faint. How hadn't she caught on before?
"Snape…" she breathed. Draco nodded. "This…this was all a set up. He made you tell Voldemort so he would be angry, so he would focus on me…"
"Yes."
And they all knew. The Order knew. They'd purposefully planned her death to give them the greatest advantage.
Draco strode to her, grabbing her face and raising it to his. "They didn't want to do it, Hermione. None of us wanted to put you in danger, but they thought it was the only way. But I'm not going to let them follow through with it. I'm going to get you out-"
"No, Draco," she whispered. "I have to do this now. It's the only way-"
"No, dammit!" he yelled, his fingers gripping her hair hard, his eyes desolate. "I'll get you out of there, I'll take your place, tell him-"
"It won't work, he'll kill you instantly. Then they won't have time to-"
"I'll drag it out," Draco said desperately. "I'll goad him, fight him, do whatever it takes-"
She shook her head. "No, Draco. This isn't your fight. It's mine. You don't understand-"
"I understand perfectly, Hermione! I understand that you're willing to give your life for some false sense of responsibility! But you can't, not now…not when you might be endangering more than yourself tomorrow."
Confused, Hermione stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
Draco let out an enraged yell and covered her flat stomach with his hand. "I'm talking about this!"
She looked down at his hand, bewildered. "Draco, what are you-"
"I didn't use a Contraceptive Charm, Hermione!" Her eyes widened with horror. "Do you get it now? If you go out there tomorrow you could be risking the life of our child!"
Hermione covered his large hand with both of her small ones. A baby. It was possible, she hadn't had her monthly flow yet, but then again she wasn't due for her next one for another week, and hers had always been abnormal due to poor eating habits and excess stress.
She couldn't believe they'd been so careless, she'd never once stopped to think…
A baby. She looked up into Draco's pain-filled steely eyes. They pleaded with her to heed him.
She didn't know what to say. She'd had no problem committing her own life to the gallows, but that of an unborn child? How could she know for certain? She didn't know any magical methods of checking, never having had to even think about it, and it was far too early for any Muggle means…
"Are you? Pregnant?" he asked.
"I-I don't know…I shouldn't, you know…start until next week…I don't know how we'd check…there's no way to be sure I suppose."
"Well, have you had any…you know…symptoms?"
"Draco, I don't know anything about being pregnant! Women present in all kinds of different ways…I just don't know!"
"Then that's it, you can't go."
She looked up at him, her heart full of pain. She considered, for a moment, of consenting. The thought of sentencing an innocent baby to death because of her mistake was sickening.
But then she thought of all the other babies who might never be born if they didn't succeed in this mission. The children who were even now being tortured and slaughtered, something she could prevent from happening if she distracted Voldemort enough for them to finish the mission she'd failed. If she had to give up one unborn child, even if it was hers and Draco's, in order to save thousands…it was a choice she had to make.
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I can't let this stop me. I can't risk the lives of thousands for my own life and the possibility of one other."
He gaped at her and grabbed her wrists roughly, pulling them to his chest so that they were eye-to-eye.
"You're telling me you would sacrifice the life of our child for this?" he growled dangerously. She closed her eyes, not able to stand the hurt in his gaze.
Please, forgive me for this… "Yes."
He threw her bodily away from him and stormed around the room. Clutching her stomach, Hermione contemplated the situation. She was numb, her overwhelmed mind unable to take in any more. How much suffering could one person endure before they shattered?
If he never forgave her, it was a pain she would have to bear. She knew her decision was a heinous and loathsome one and she knew she would burn in the very depths of hell tomorrow when she finally succumbed.
Unable to bear the weight of her anguish any longer, Hermione sank to her heels and clutched her stomach, silently begging whatever may be in there for forgiveness.
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Draco fumed, pacing the small dank room. This was ridiculous, bloody, fucking, ridiculous.
He couldn't believe her, what the hell was she thinking? He slammed his fist against the wall next to the window. He saw her jump in the corner of his eye but he didn't go to her, not yet. He had to get himself under control and right now he couldn't stand to look at her.
He had thought his plan would be fool-proof. He had thought, known, that Hermione Granger would never put the life of a child at risk. Especially her own! How could she possibly…?
Her words rang through his head and he knew with a sinking feeling that she was right. She was the best weapon against the Dark Lord they had, he'd seen to it personally. She was much more likely to cause a long and brutal distraction than he. And if she succeeded, if the Order destroyed the Horcrux, Potter would have free reign…it could all be over tomorrow. Thousands if not millions of lives would be saved. What were two lives against the rest of the world?
Draco was tormented with thoughts of her growing large and round with their child, her bringing home bags of toys and little clothes, picking out names. No, he didn't really want a kid right now, but he'd always thought of being a father one day. And the thought of Hermione being the mother of his child swelled his heart with emotion. It would be beautiful…
But he knew as well as she that there was no way out. He had hung her noose himself only hours ago. The plan would go forth, regardless of the possibility of her condition. There was no way of stopping it now.
In his peripheral vision he saw Hermione sitting quietly on the floor in the middle of the drab room, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach, her head bowed in grief.
His heart ached. He didn't know what to say to her. He knew the decision probably destroyed her even more than him, but she'd made the painful choice for the sake of humanity, just as she always did.
He searched for something, anything, to say to break the tension, so he settled on something he'd thought of during their struggle in the hallway.
"Where were you going?"
"W-what?" she asked, sitting up and turning to him. "What do you mean? When?"
"When I caught you in the hallway. Where were you going?"
There was a slight pause. "To get a drink of water. I couldn't sleep."
"The kitchen is the other way, princess."
"How do you know?" she demanded, glaring at him suspiciously and rising slowly to her feet. "Have you been here before? Spying on us?"
He sneered. "Of course you would think that, my suspicious Gryffindor. But no, I have never stepped foot upon these premises before tonight. This place is still safe from Death Eater eyes, I assure you."
"Then how did you get here, passed the barriers?"
"You are eluding the question. Where were you going? Who was going to benefit from your midnight escapades?"
She eyed him for a moment. "Harry," she said finally. "I was going to sleep with Harry."
His blood boiled. So she was shagging the Golden Boy now? That had happened fast enough. She'd gotten one taste of sex and now she was screwing bloody Potter!
"It's not like that!" she said suddenly, her eyes wide, waving her hands as if she could swipe away her declaration.
"Pray tell, what is it like, then?" he growled dangerously.
"It's not what you're thinking, we're not like that. We just sleep together!"
He snorted derisively, his arms crossing to keep him from grabbing her and shaking her. This was just getting better and better. Had what they'd shared meant nothing? Had she really moved on that quickly?
"Not like that! Goodness, are all men this sick minded?" she snapped, shaking her head. "Look, we both have trouble sleeping; it's just this thing we do. Sometimes when things are bad we just…hold each other. Nothing has ever come of it, I don't think about Harry that way and he's in love with Ginny. We're just friends! You're the only man I've ever wanted to do those things with."
Draco looked away from her, jealousy burning through him at the thought of Potter holding the woman he loved, and on this, her last night on earth. He should have been the one she turned to.
But he hadn't been there. He had made damn sure she knew how much he loathed her.
"Draco, look at me," she said gently, stepping forward and easing her arms around him.
Struggling with himself, Draco looked down into her beautiful face. She was just as exquisite as he remembered, her brown waves flowing loosely around her face down to her waist, her dark eyes wide and bright, the thin fabric of her nightgown clinging to her every curve.
How had he possibly thrown this away? He knew he had done it for her safety, for her welfare. But it didn't matter, not tonight. Tomorrow he would find the strength to snub her as was necessary, but tonight he didn't have to hide anything from her. They could just be and they could pretend it would be like this forever.
He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her into his chest, holding her as he'd longed to since the moment he'd turned away from her. He buried his face into her hair, memorizing. Then she pulled away enough to see his face, her gaze serious.
"I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I've never met someone who could make my heart flutter the way it does when you look at me or make my body come alive with just a touch." She smiled, her hand coming to his chest. "You've brought out in me things I didn't even know were there, things I didn't even know I could feel. I was numb before I met you and for the first time, I feel alive. There's no one else, Draco. I love you."
He swore his heart stopped. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She loved him… Hermione loved him.
His brow furrowed with confusion when her face fell and she looked down to the hand toying with his shirt on his chest. Guilt assailed him as she continued.
"And even if I make a fool of myself and am imagining your feelings for me are reciprocated, I can't go into that battle tomorrow without telling you how much I love you. Irrevocably, no matter how wrong it is or the differences between us. Because in spite of all that we… well, I mean I thought we'd found something, something real. Surely you felt it too?"
She looked back up at him with such longing he nearly knelt before her, ready to beg her to forgive him for the things he said that day on the field.
"Yes," he choked out. "It's real. It's real, Hermione. I only said those things because I thought it was for the best, I thought that if you hated me then it would make it easier for you to move on. But I can't pretend anymore. I love you too, Hermione. I've loved you since the moment you jumped onto those blasted gallows, all wild-eyed and screaming." They both laughed softly at this memory and her eyes shone with happiness as he cupped her cheek. "You've helped show me the man I want to be. You floored me at every turn with your strength and courage, your selflessness and understanding. You fought for me when no one else ever had, even after everything I put you through. How could I not love you? You've given me the strength to finally become the man I was meant to be. I never would have found him without you."
Hermione smiled. "I've always known you were better than what you made yourself out to be. And now I've seen in it your eyes and your actions. You are more than a devious man's pawn. You are your own man, with your own mind and a beautiful heart that's been buried for far too long. I am so proud of you, Draco."
Draco was broken. How could she have seen the fear he'd held of never being his own man when he himself had just realized it? How could she understand him so deeply?
Because she loved him. His heart swelled and shattered simultaneously in his chest, a lump rising to his throat. She had completely unraveled him and allowed his true self to come forth as the person he really was. Never, until the day that he died, would he forget the words she had said tonight. She loved him, not the outward projection of Draco Malfoy, but who he really was. For that, he would always be indebted to her.
Unable to come up with the words to say how he felt, he captured her lips instead, drowning himself in her, telling her wordlessly how much she'd moved him, begging her forgiveness for his words in the field. He held her close, their bodies melding together until he was unable to discern whether they were two separate people or one complete person. Because now, with her, he was whole.
He released her lips and pulled his face away from hers just far enough to look into her eyes.
"How am I supposed to just let tomorrow happen?" he whispered harshly. "How do you expect me to just let you go?"
She turned her head and kissed his palm, her eyes closing. "Because you have to. It's the way it has to be."
"Goddamn it, Hermione! This is bullshit and you know it!"
She pulled away and turned from him. "I don't want to fight. I can't handle it…not now. I only have one night left, can't we just…be together?"
She was right, he was being an inconsiderate prick. Again. He could only imagine the turmoil she was going through and here he was taking his frustration out on her. This wasn't her fault, none of it, and yet it was her burden to bear.
Draco walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He laid his chin upon her shoulder and she turned to rest her cheek against his. She would never remember this night, so he could say what he needed to say without consequence so that if he lived through tomorrow he could die knowing that somewhere inside of Hermione, she knew his true feelings, even if he had to project others.
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Kiss me."
He grinned, thinking about the day by the apple tree. Draco turned her around and lifted her face gently towards his. "With pleasure."
She whimpered softly in her throat as his lips teased hers. He could feel the subtle change in her body as she melted to his touch. He loved that he could do that to her, loved her reaction towards him, letting Draco know that she was as consumed as he.
Her hips pressed against his and she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. She wanted much more than a kiss but she was not brazen enough to ask for it specifically. He loved that about her, that innocence. It was more intoxicating than a vat of Firewhiskey.
He slowly walked her back towards the old bed which he was sure probably hadn't been slept in or washed for at least 20 years. With a wave of his hand the bedclothes were pristine and he laid her upon it, reveling at her contented sigh as he began his expedition of her body. He stroked her long, soft arms which snaked around his neck and played with the fine hairs curling there while he moved down to her collarbone. Her breath caught when he indulged himself with her warm, soft breasts, gently nipping the tips over the fabric of the gown. She arched up at his touch and he growled low in his throat.
Grabbing the bottom of the thin nighty, he pulled it up and over her head in one swift move. She lay before him bare, perfect. Never had he seen such an exquisite body, every subtle curve begging for his touch.
And touch he did.
Diving in, he retook her breasts making her hiss and grip his shoulders. He bathed them in his appreciation before moving to nibble down her ribcage. He inhaled her scent, tasted her sweet flesh, emblazoning every piece of her into his mind as he placed hot, open mouthed kisses on her stomach. He came to the pink scar on her side and laved it, sending up a silent thanks to Alvida for saving her that day so that he could have her now.
When he felt her shove at his robes he stepped back to discard of them and realized this was no setting for her last night here on earth. With a snap of his finger the candelabras went out and a quick flick of his wrist later, twenty tallow candles floated into the air above them, their soft light accentuating Hermione's flawless form. She gasped and he realized that he had never made any kind of romantic gesture before. All their sexual encounters had been in a somewhat less-than-perfect circumstance.
Grinning to himself, Draco waved a hand over her body and blood red rose petals floated from his fingertips onto her skin. He followed their trail with his lips as she sighed and smiled, her eyelids heavy with desire. Standing again, he slowly divested himself of his shirt while she watched, lifting herself onto her elbows for a better view, the rose petal falling around her.
"Like what you see?" he asked sultrily, his voice low.
She nodded shyly and rose before him to work on his belt buckle, her eyes never leaving his. Tortuously slow, she worked the leather apart and pulled it through the loops of his slacks, the slight friction turning him on even more. He felt his member stand at attention when she threw the belt to the floor and smiled up at him with dark, seductive eyes. He swallowed the lump gathering in his throat when she undid his trousers and skimmed his throbbing erection as she slid the zipper down. Pushing his pants and briefs down to puddle on the floor at his feet, she took him up and stroked him with her small, deft hand. He shuddered and thought briefly about removing his shoes and socks but when she wrapped both hands around him in a tight grip the thought slid out of his mind like water through cracks in a sieve.
She pumped him slowly as he had shown her, her eyes watching his reactions intently. He was incredibly turned on by her sudden brazen nature, completely forgetting that tonight was supposed to be about her.
"It's so much softer than I would have thought, and hard at the same time. I've never felt anything so incredibly provocative before in my life," she purred.
Her voice and words made his skin crawl with delight. His senses were sharper than normal, every slight movement or sound arousing him even more. He shuddered when she sank to her knees. She seemed somewhat unsure of what she was doing and he allowed her to continue as she pleased as long as she never stopped. Visions of her plump lips settling around his cock made it jerk slightly in her hand.
"Can I-" she asked timidly, nodding to his member. "Like you did to me?"
He recalled how she'd writhed beneath his assault the day they had left and he grew even harder if it was possible.
"Gods yes!" he rasped. Tentatively she kissed the head, her soft lips teasing his sensitive skin. He allowed her to explore innocently and his mind went white with want. How could someone be so innocent when they were performing an act as carnal as this?
She explored him methodically, as if he were a new textbook she'd just bought, kissing and licking, fondling and stroking, driving him mad with lust as he imagined how her mouth would feel sealed around his raging erection.
When she finally did so he groaned like a dying man and saw stars. Nothing had ever felt as good. Her hot cavern surrounded him and the pressure of her sucking threatened to topple him over the edge. When he felt the tip of her tongue flit over the slit at the top of his head his hips jerked involuntarily. How did she know to do that? Merlin, she was going to kill him!
He realized belatedly that his hands were fisted tightly in her hair and loosened his grip only to renew it with more force when her hand joined her mouth and began to pump him in rhythm. He moaned loudly and his eyes rolled in his head as his concentration waned, leaving only the agonizing lust he had for this witch.
Just before he lost complete control he wrenched her away and tossed her on the bed, giving as she'd given, and burying his face in her cunt before she had time to catch her breath which hitched in pleasure. She moaned as he had when he shoved two fingers deep inside her, pumping her towards madness while his tongue worked her swollen hood. Her hips thrust towards his mouth and he went wild, sucking at her and lapping her juices, her taste and scent driving him senseless. He brought her quickly to climax then slid up her body and covered her mouth with his own in a hasty kiss in which they tasted each other, heightening the sensations. Lifting her hips with one hand and guiding his cock with the other, he pressed into her hot, wet passage. She was so unbelievably tight it made his eyes roll to the back of his head as her moans filled his ears and begged him on.
He took her hard and fast, the both of them rushing towards release. Hermione's hands drove him insane as they traveled his body and her teeth and nails dug into any part of him that could get purchase. He planted hot kisses on her neck and ear as he pulled her thighs to her chest, increasing the friction, while wrapping his hands behind her back and hooking them over her shoulders so he could pound her even harder. His name fell from her lips over and over and Draco thought he would die just from the sound. He felt his scrotum tighten and he drove into her harder, faster, until she was screaming beneath him. She climaxed again, her walls clenching around him and he lost control, coming with a harsh, guttural yell deep inside her.
Releasing his taut fingers from her probably bruised shoulders he collapsed on top of her, his lungs working double time to bring in much needed air. Hermione gasped beneath him and he knew he was too heavy, knew he should get off her, but he couldn't. His body wouldn't listen to him.
Draco all but purred with appreciation at the feel of her nimble fingers weaving through his hair. The simple touch was so intimate it grounded him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, their sweaty bodies sticking to one another. He roused himself enough to lift onto one elbow and look into her tired face. A half smile still lingered at the corner of her lips and her eyes drooped, the dark circles beneath them prominent in the candle light. He suddenly felt guilty for keeping her up, she obviously needed sleep, but he couldn't get himself to leave her. If things went ironically right tomorrow he would never again have the bliss of sharing a moment such as this with her.
Draco trailed the back of his fingers across her pink cheek and tucked sweat-curled tendrils of hair behind her ear. If only…
"Draco?" she murmured.
"Hmm?" His fingers lazily skimmed down her neck to her collar bone.
"What was in that potion you gave me?"
His hand froze just above its intended destination, the beautiful peaks beckoning to his immobile digits. He had hoped she would forget about it. He thought vaguely about lying but knew it would serve no purpose.
"The potion I gave you will erase your memory from the moment you took it until you fall asleep," he said heavily, knowing he was about to have the wrath of Hades unleashed upon him. "When you wake up tomorrow you won't remember any of this."
"What?" she screeched shrilly, shoving at him abruptly and causing him to topple to the floor. He threw up hands to protect himself when a rainfall of fists fell upon him.
"Why would you do that? You prat! You had no right! What purpose would it serve? Why would you do that?"
Grabbing her wrists to cease the tumble of fists on his now sore shoulder he stood and lifted her with him, shoving her back onto the bed and pinning her hands above her. She bucked and tried to throw him off of her, expletives falling from her mouth, her cheeks red with fury, her eyes drenched in pain.
"Hold on a minute, will you? Let me explain!" When she had calmed down enough he continued. "I didn't have a choice, it was the only way I could see you. We had to do it. Tomorrow, you won't remember that I came or that I love you or that I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you. Tomorrow you will remember the cruel things I said to you when we parted and still hate me. You will be able to do what you have to do because you won't know that you might be pregnant or that if you die, my soul will as well. You won't be in danger of Voldemort finding out about us and using it against you because all he will see is the pain I left in you when I had to push you away. I'm so sorry, Hermione, but this is the way it had to be."
She stared at him in silence as her eyes welled and a tear slid down her cheek. He kissed it away softly and she closed her eyes at the touch. He could see the effort it took for her to swallow back the pain and when she finally spoke her words were harsh and thick with emotion.
"Who's 'we?'"
"Snape."
She shot up again, knocking him back, but this time he was ready and landed on his feet. He allowed her to shove him away as she ranted and raved.
"Snape? You told Snape about us? That lying sack of shite! He knew all along? Why would you tell him?"
"I didn't, he figured it out on his own and used Legilimency on me to verify it. I was weak at the time that he did it, I wasn't able to fight him off."
"Weak? Why were you weak?"
Draco couldn't meet her eyes. He didn't want to tell her about what had happened the first few days he had been here.
"It's not important. All that matters is-"
"They tortured you didn't they?" He said nothing and he watched her fury mount. "Didn't they?"
"Yes, alright! Now will you just let it go? It's not important!"
She glared at him. "It is to me. I'll kill them, all of them! I'll see them dead before-"
"You won't remember any of this tomorrow! That's the point! I can tell you what I have to and tomorrow you will go in there without the bias of my words."
He watched her face fall as realization kicked in, her fury melting into grief. She was quiet for a long time as she gathered her thoughts.
"You said your soul would die with me."
"It will," he said hoarsely as his heart clenched at the thought. Tears flooded her cheeks as she looked up into his gaze and he had to fight not to match hers with his own.
"I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, too," she whispered. Draco dragged the wretched love of his life back into his arms where they clutched each other fiercely. Their damned souls ached and Draco gripped her harder, breathing her in, wishing with everything he had that tomorrow would just disappear.
"I hate you for taking this away from me," she breathed against his chest.
"I know."
She sobbed quietly and he laid his cheek against the top of her head, sharing in her sorrow. There was nothing he could say to fix the situation. The die was cast; they were in this for better or for worse. Tomorrow he would turn his back on his former life forever. He would stand amongst those who loathed him for the horrible man he'd been and fight the men and women he'd stood aside for his entire life. He'd watch Hermione walk to her death with her head held high, allow the Dark Lord to torture her endlessly until the snake was killed, and pray to every deity that ever existed that she would somehow survive.
While her tears subsided he continued to hold her, wishing the night would never end.
"Hermione, there are a lot of things I regret, but breaking that damn necklace isn't one of them."
"And I'll never regret hacking up some poor, innocent guard to save your stupid, reckless neck."
Draco chuckled softly and closed his eyes against the impossibly cruel mistress of time.
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XOXO
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