TRIGGER WARNING - suicide and mental health issues
The song - the usual - Sam Fischer is the inspo - Listen to this song as you read, will make more sense
I own none of the characters.
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saw this coming in a vision, all of a sudden
She walked into their shared apartment, by the floo in their living room.
"I'm home" she shouted absentmindedly as she put her bag on the sofa and took off her coat. She was glad to be home, it had been a shit day at the ministry and she was looking forward to a glass of wine on their balcony and an early night.
She pulled the bottle out of her bag and headed over to the kitchen, looking through their drawers to find a bottle opener. She would usually use accio to find something but she was feeling oddly humane today and wanted a break from magic.
As she poured the red liquid into a glass and took a slip, she felt her shoulders relax. Rubbing her hand over the strain in her neck she kicked off her heels and let out a sigh in comfort.
Whoever invented heels were miserable human beings.
The realisation of nobody being in the room hit her, he should be home surely? She checked her watch. 5:24. He finished work an hour ago, he should be home by now. She was starting to feel uneasy, unsure of why the feeling was there.
She wondered through into their bedroom, finally hearing the water running in their adjoining bathroom.
Of course, no need to panic Granger.
She made her way into the bathroom, wine in hand.
"You will never believe the day I've had, I swear it's almost as if Kingsley enjoys seeing me sweat with stress." She started as she opened the bathroom door. "A shower is just what I need after my da..."
She couldn't move at the sight. The wine glass slipped out of her hand and smashed against the floor. Red liquid and glass spreading all over the tiles
......
Everything would be so easy but it's not
She wanted to throw up, the visual infront of her was churning her stomach.
Her fiancé, arms dropped over either side of the bath, head slumped backwards.
He can't be, Merlin no no please
She ran over to the bath, turning off the running taps and brushing his hair out of his face.
No you are not dead, you can't be.
"Draco," she sobbed, shaking his shoulders. "Draco please wake up, please"
She mustered all the strength she had to pull him out of the bath, and they landed on a heap on the floor. She quickly got him in a recovery position and pulled her wand out it's holster.
Please breathe... don't you dare die
After running all the healing charms she could think of, she resulted to muffle tactics instead.
1-push
2-push
3-push
4-push
5-push
Placing her ear against his mouth, praying that he would breathe, that this was all some kind of sick joke.
Fucking breathe, breathe you bastard
Nothing. Silence.
The sob ripped through her like knives, her heart shattering as she held him close to her. He was dead, and she couldn't bring him back. He was gone, the love of her life, the man she was supposed to marry.
She held him, she was never going to let go, she was never going to leave him.
