Pansmione One-Shots

Wars don't have happy endings for everyone

OoOo. Pansmione + Drarry Angst with DEATH in about 500 words.

"Love?" Hermione shook the body of her lover in her hands. "Oh Pan..." Her voice trailed off. She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks and onto her chin. She silently sobbed into her partner's shoulder. Wishing she could have just another second with her. Hoping for it all to be a dream. A horrid nightmare that she would wake from soon and find Pansy tightly wrapped around her. Winning the war was something she thought was happy. Where's the excitement of defeating him? All she can feel is tired. What does she do now? Gently she placed one last kiss on her lover's lips. Hoping for them to still be warm and soft, so maybe their story didn't have to end here. So that this wasn't the goodbye she got. But they were cold and cracked from the cold winds that were beginning to leave, signalling the start of spring.

Spring meant new beggings. This was meant to be theirs. They made plans to travel the world together when they finished school this spring. First, an easy start in one of Pansy's parent's France houses, staying there only a few weeks before eventually going everywhere in Europe. After that, it was Asia, Africa, and ending somewhere in the Americas. They hoped to find a place to settle and later start a family.

Her heart sank further into her chest as she thought of the two of them making plans until they both fell asleep still holding maps. Memories of nights she wished to never forget flooded her mind. The tears started to pour from her eyes again. "Love..." She softly whispered again, for the small hope that it was all a dream. She felt someone place a hand onto her shoulder. Hermione quickly whirled around to see it was Ron's. He hadn't needed to say a word for her to know that he knew and, it didn't matter to him. He opened his arms up to her. She immediately took up the offer, weeping into his shoulder until it was soaked with her tear. Then she did the same with the other.

It seemed the tears and hurt were endless. Every memory Hermione thought of only caused more of both. Eventually, her eyes ran dry. Not because she wanted to stop. Her tear ducts ran dry. Her lip quivered as she let out one last dry sob into Ron's chest. Hermione knew that Harry needed as much support as she did at the moment. How he felt she could never imagine. Knowing if she didn't do it now, she would start dry sobbing again.

She abruptly stood, letting go of Ron and heading to where Harry was duelling.

Only she didn't just find Harry. He was being held by Draco. The way she did before to Pansy, mere minute prior. Assuming the worst, she quickly sprinted to them. Dripping with tears, Draco looked at her shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, I did all I could."

Hermione stared blankly at his lifeless body. Refusing to believe she lost her best friend and girlfriend on the same night, she fell to her knees next to Draco.

Winning a war sounds easier when you don't think of what can happen to the people you love. People you thought of as family. 

Angst be fun to write!