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Dramione Challenge 019- Alternate Universe

Draco and Hermione as Tributes

Hermione sat on the damp Earth. Her hair fell like cascades of muddy waves down her arched back. Beside her, laid an unconscious Draco Malfoy, soundly sleeping. Hermione watched the rise and fall of his chest, the small flutters of movement he made. We’re safe for now, Hermione thought.

“Go to sleep, Granger,” muttered Draco as he stirred awake. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp at his appearance. Back home, Draco had been different. Being the son of the wealthiest family, Draco never suffered the same kind of labor she did. He had always lived a charmed life.

The Draco that sat before her was different. His arms were pocked with scars and burns, his normally well-groomed hair in a tangle of mud-streaked chaos. His once tailored-clothes were replaced by fighting uniforms assigned to each Tribute.

“Stare all you want, Granger. It may be the only chance you get.” The contempt in his voice was rich. Hermione couldn’t help but wince. Draco quickly gathered his things into his pack. “We’ll probably be dead by tomorrow anyway.”

“What makes you say that?”

“There’s 24 of us, only one gets out alive. Don’t you see? This is a game, a frenzy of planned attacks and strategic battles. It’s every man for himself.” 

“Then why did you come back for me? I was dying and you came back for me.” Hermione searched his eyes. “You would have to kill me soon. So why?”

For a second, Draco held her gaze. Then he looked away. His eyes wander the perimeter of their makeshift camping ground. “What I said out there, it’s true. I do want to survive. But I can’t…I can’t lose you.”

Hermione stared at him, searching for mockery in his eyes. But there wasn’t any. A moment passed before Draco blinked and moved away slightly. In the eerie silence that followed, Hermione crawled back inside the cave and leaned her head towards Draco’s shoulder. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to her then. Draco shuffled, but didn’t say a word. He simply looked outside, his eyes watchful. His fingers laced around hers.

She heard the faint rumble of thunder from a distance. She fell asleep to the whisper of the wind and the beating of Draco’s heart.

She woke, hearing the rustling of the leaves outside.  Harry and Ron have succumbed to slumber, and she mentally slapped herself for falling asleep on her watch.  Their bodies were spread out on the floor, and a map was splayed as well.  They had fallen asleep waiting and watching on the Marauder’s Map, and Hermione sighed as she walked over to check on the boys.  She saw a glint of silver emit from Harry’s chest, and she exhaled in relief. 

The rustling grew louder, and Hermione’s heart jumped in her chest.  Was it too soon? Had they been found? She tiptoed slowly to the front of the tent with wand in hand, and she recollected the spells that she had casted upon their arrival there.  She did not have the luxury to check the books anymore, as they were tucked away in her drawstring purse along with the other things.  She would have to face the demons alone, and prayed that her intuition and quick thinking could save her, just as they always had.

She parted the folds of the tent slowly, and clutched her wand tightly.  She gingerly poked her head out, and expected the ever snarling Fenrir Greyback with a child for a meal in hand.  But instead, she met a lean chest hid behind a black turtleneck, and immediately her nostrils were filled with a most strange sense of familiarity.  

“Granger.”

She immediately looked up, and brown eyes met tempestuous greys.  She felt her throat lock, and she pushed him out of the way, meeting the wet, fresh batch of sleet that had fallen.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered furiously, pulling her coat closer to her body.  “Have you gone mad?”

“Apparently, I have,” he replied, his look stony.  “Seeing as I came to visit you, and you receive me with a most questioning reply.  Do I not deserve a how are you? Merlin, Granger, have some manners.”

“Do we really have to get into an argument right now? Do you deem this more important than the impending Wizarding War?”

He neared her, tilting her face to look at him.  “One of the many things I’ve missed about you.”

Hermione shivered under his touch, his cold finger sending jolts of electricity through her veins.  “You’ve missed me? Oh, cease with the lies, Malfoy.  The only thing you’ve missed about me is how easy times were before for all of us, or for you.  You were only the biggest prick in school, and you always loved to single me out with your Mudblood taunts.  Well, guess what, I’m over and done with you.  I’ve a War to fight, and apparently, we’re supposed to be at each other’s throats.”

He laughed deeply, and set his mouth on her ear, and whispered, “At each other’s throats or in each other’s throats? Watch your grammar, Granger.  I do recall that one time when you pulled me into that closet in the Room of Requirement dressed only in a nightrobe.”

“Well I never—” she flushed a most maddening shade of red.

“And judging by what happened that night, that you’ve got everything you wanted, or rather, asked for?”

She felt a moan coming up, and she swallowed hard.  The day had aged, and nightfall had come.  Hermione tried to turn away, but felt her body twisting to face him.  He looked especially handsome tonight, and the moonlight highlighted his features.  She shut her eyes, and she started to walk away.  “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Granger.” He called.

She shook her head, and walked even faster.

“Stay with me.”

She woke up again, and she found herself back to where she was.  She was in the tent, and she asked herself it had all been a dream.  All her life, she had not imagined that she would even grow to love the Malfoy boy, nor could she imagine how much he loved her.  The memory of his lips on hers were so vivid, and the way she felt his arms wrapped around hers were too real to be envisaged merely by the mind.  But again, some dreams were as clear as nightmares, and she could not imagine anything that could separate the two kinds of magic the conscious could opt to choose.  

She had wanted to so badly wake up in a place where people like her would be accepted, and she would finally have him.  She ran a hand through her hair, and walked over to the desk.  Harry was outside, keeping watch, and Ron was busy souring over his broken arm.  She found her drawstring purse and stuck her hand inside, looking for that damned book.  She needed to read more, and when she looked up, she saw a flash of gold.  She blinked, slightly blinded by the light, and traced its origin to a glass jar.  She gasped, hot tears filling her eyes, and she shut them, pulling the jar close to her.

“We could never call ourselves star-crossed lovers, can we?” Hermione smiled as she laid on his shoulder, and she felt his lips buried in her hair.  The shooting stars were wildly soaring the skies, and she looked up at him and she kissed him softly.

“Where’s the originality in that?” Draco murmured, and she laughed.

 ”I’ve always wanted to wish on one, but frankly, they don’t work,” Hermione said bitterly and she focused on the beams of light illuminating the sky.  “A wish is non-existent, yes?”

Draco suddenly stood, and Hermione fell to the ground with a thud.  “You could be more careful!”

 ”Shh, come here!” Draco rushed to the side, his eyes focused on the sky.  Hermione giggled, and followed a frantic Draco.  They reached the other side, and hid themselves in a thicket of bushes.  He raised his wand and aimed for the star.  A beam of light shot out of his wand, and the star abruptly disappeared.

“Draco!” she exclaimed. “What In Merlin’s name did you do?”

He turned to her, and a gold ball of light glowed from the tip of his wand.  She looked at him curiously, and he murmured, “Accio jar.”

The jar appeared in his other hand, and the top came off automatically, hovering beside the glass case.  He put his wand into it, and the light whizzed around, and Draco sealed it quickly.

He handed it to her, and she shook her head, a puzzled look.  “Draco, I—”

“When you shut your eyes, and you call for me, you will know I will always be there for you.  Even now and even later.”

She wept, remembering the words.  It had not been a dream after all, and she wiped her tears frantically before Ron settled in the seat across from her, still groaning over his arm.  “Damned bloody arm!”

Hermione gasped erratically, and Ron looked at her with concern.  “Are you all right, Hermione?”

She smiled sadly, and she nodded.  “Of course, of course.  I’m just tired.”

“Aren’t we all?” he offered her a friendly smile, and she chuckled lightly.  He found himself focused on the Deluminator, and he flicked it.  The gold ball of light quickly dissipated and its light flickered from the lighter.

“I wonder what this does.” he asked himself, and flicked it again.  The gold ball of light returned, and Hermione smiled as she watched the light whiz in the jar, the only escape from reality and the only time she knew she could hold Draco forever, in a paradise only they knew.  Full of stars, and full of hope.

for Sofia (x)

“I’m sure as hell I don’t remember that, Granger,” Draco tapped knowingly on his chin, and he frowned.  Hermione laughed nervously as she looked at her puzzled nemesis.  “I really don’t.”

“Your memory was racked badly, I’m afraid,” she replied, motioning to the bandaged portion of his head.  “I believe it was due to the fall you had.  I don’t remember who caused it, but all I knew was you ended up here.”

“And you came to the rescue?” he asked, and Hermione knew he wasn’t out to mock her.  He really was curious.  After all, it was kind of questionable that she had come to visit him.  She of all people.

“I did,” she reddened slightly, and he nodded slightly.  “I’m not at all that heartless.”

“I guess you aren’t.”

They fall silent, and Hermione sighed.  He looked from one hospital bed to another, and then he looked back at her.  It was the first time he had ever really looked at her like that, and she reddened even more.  His greys were filled with tranquility, and he didn’t know any better.  She found herself lost in his eyes, and she blinked rapidly.

“What were we fighting about?” Draco asked, and Hermione cleared her throat.  “Since you supposedly hold the key to remembering.”

“Frankly, I don’t want to talk about it,” her tone was clipped, and he laughed.  She glared at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re always so edgy, Granger,” he replied, motioning for her to come closer.  She did so, careful to avoid his feet hidden under the blanket.  “Always so feisty.”

“And so what if I am?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Hermione gasped slightly, and she coughed.  He raised an eyebrow.  “Can I get a word in edgewise? Probably seems strange that your nemesis threw a compliment your way.”

“Not really.”

They talked until the day aged, and the moon replaced the sun.  The cool, blue light streamed into the windows, and the crickets sang outside.  Madam Pomfrey would be on the way.

“Are you sure about that?” Draco laughed, and Hermione nodded vigorously.  “That was the first time you broke a rule? I never knew you had it in you.”

“Well, people always knew they had to expect much from Gryffindor’s finest.”

“And cocky too,” Draco replied, his eyebrow raised.  “I’m impressed, Granger.  I never knew you had a lot of that attitude in a goody-two-shoes like you.”

“You don’t know me too much, that’s why.”

“True, what can you get from a conversation that’s only been on for a day?”

Draco shook his head, and blinked when assorted hues caught his eye.  He saw rainbow-colored smoke issue out of her pocket, and he stared at it.  “Hey, Granger, there’s something—”

He reached out to peek at it, and she pushed him down on the bed with one hand, stuffing her other in the pocket.  She breathed heavily, and Draco smirked.  “I always knew you had a thing for me.”

Her lips hovered over his, and he caught them, entangling them in his own.  Hermione gasped, and pulled away, breathless.  “What was that for?”

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“No you did not.” She sat up, and heard Madam Pomfrey’s footsteps.  Draco laughed, and Hermione turned around, her eyes pricking up.

“And how would you know that?”

“I just do.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

She stuffed her hand into her pocket, and fished the glowing love potion in her hand, half-empty.  She would have to pay for the sin she had committed.  He will forget about her tomorrow, and the moment they had together, when he was lost only in her, and he had for once forgotten what it was like to be filled to the brim with hate for her.  He loved her only today, and she was all the while chained to loving him.  Like she always had the day he saw him on the Hogwarts train.

“If you want me there.”

But he never remembered, and he never will.

for Chryselle (x)

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POSTER FOR THE FALLOUT BY SAGE

When does redemption begin? She likes to believe it is at the top of a tower, when a boy lowers his wand, his power, his control, his future in the ranks he had been promised and walks away to never be the same again. 

The question for Draco Malfoy, of course, was when it ended.