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Tales of Tragic Ends	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: referenced kidnapping, evidence of torture, blood/injury, MCD
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The Lovers' End
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“Ron!” Harry bolted upright from his reclined position on his bed.
“What? What’s wrong?” Ron asked fearfully, looking up from his book. Harry shook the map at him.
“Hermione and Malfoy! They’re on the map!”
“What!?” Ron leapt from his chair over to where Harry was and stared down at the Marauders’ Map. Sure enough, there right in front of the school’s main entrance, were two small, slowly rotating dots labeled Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.
“How come they’re just staying there walking around each other?” Ron asked confused.
“I don’t know, but we have to tell Dumbledore!” Harry yelled as he darted to the door, Ron right behind him. They sprinted down the main hall and saw Snape walking just ahead of them.
“Professor!” he shouted hoarsely. Snape whirled around and scowled.
“Potter, is there a reason you feel the need to shou…” Snape began to scold, but Harry cut him off and thrust the map at him.
“Malfoy…and…Hermione,” he panted as he grabbed a stitch in his side. “They’re…they’re just outside!”
Snape snatched the map from him. He took one look, his eyes widening, and then took off towards the main entrance. Harry and Ron ran after him. As the three of them ran, Snape cast a Patronus and his silver doe went bounding away. They all skidded to a stop before the giant, oak front doors and Snape frantically performed a series of spells to unlock them.
When the last lock clicked open, the three men hurled themselves out into the overcast grounds in search of the two students that had gone missing from Hogsmeade nearly a week prior…and then stopped dead in their tracks.
Ron bent over and vomited. Harry stood still, paralyzed by the horror of what he was seeing. Snape’s face contorted with equal parts dismay and disgust.
Not more than twenty feet in front of them were Draco and Hermione… recognizable only by their distinctive hair.
They were suspended in the air a few feet off the ground as their bodies slowly rotated in place. They were both naked and bound together, chest to chest, arms tied behind the other’s back so their hands came to rest just above their backsides. Hermione’s head rested on Draco’s shoulder, her face turned towards his neck, and Draco’s head rested on Hermione’s shoulder with his face turned toward her neck. One might have thought they were embracing…
But they were swollen and bruised and blood trickled down their legs and dripped from their toes onto the soft grass below them. As they rotated it became clear where the blood was coming from.
Carved into the flesh of Hermione’s back, right down the entire length of her spine, was the word MUDBLOOD.
Down Draco’s back was TRAITOR.
Dumbledore came sprinting out the door. “Severus, I got you Patro…” The words were lost as the headmaster joined Harry, Ron and Snape in staring in shock at the blood-covered and seemingly unconscious couple.
“He killed them,” Snape said quietly as Dumbledore approached them. Harry picked-up the map that Snape had dropped at his side.
“But they’re on the map,” Harry choked out. “They can’t be dead…they’re on the map,” he pleaded to the scene.
“My Gods…” Dumbledore said softly. He waved his wand over Draco and Hermione as they hovered.
“What!?” Ron asked panicked as Dumbledore’s face went pale.
“A curse,” he whispered. “It’s-”
“Get them down! Fix them!” Harry exploded, interrupting the headmaster as he lunged forward, hand outstretched toward Hermione’s legs.
“Don’t touch them!” Dumbledore roared. “They’re surrounded by a deadly ward.”
Harry stopped and shook uncontrollably as Ron tried to calm himself.
“What’s happening to them?” he managed to ask miserably.
Dumbledore’s face looked pained as he watched his doomed students slowly turn about. “The Lovers’ End,” he answered and Snape made a strangled noise of disbelief.
Ron and Harry both looked at him. “What?” they asked at the same time.
“It’s a curse,” the headmaster said gravely, “one once common in the middle ages to discourage young men and women from defying arranged marriages. Once inflicted upon a couple, The Lovers’ End will cause excruciating pain to both people until one of them denies his or her love for the other. The one denied will then die and the curse will end for the survivor.”
“So, they’re still in pain!?” Ron blurted out.
Dumbledore continued to forlornly watch Draco and Hermione. “A crucio would have been kinder.”
“You have to do something,” Harry demanded desperately as Ron’s knees gave out and he sunk to the ground.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. “If we try to end the curse it will kill them both. Only death will end their suffering…either by their decision or ours.”
Ron started crying and Harry’s face shattered with grief. “They’ll never deny each other,” he said despondently.
“A life without love is a fate worse than death,” Dumbledore said, his anguished voice laced with pride.
They all watched the bloodied, star-crossed souls for a silent, stricken moment until matching tortured sobs suddenly ripped from Draco and Hermione’s throats as they spun.
Dumbledore pursed his lips at that and nodded once at Snape who nodded back grimly and they both raised their wands.
“No!” Ron and Harry screamed together, but the two professors had already cast matching finites that sent Draco and Hermione plummeting lifelessly to the ground in a heap.
Ron immediately scurried forward on all fours to their side and pulled both of their bodies into a hug as he sobbed. Harry merely blinked in shock down at his map…
Draco and Hermione’s dots were gone.
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