Return [DraMione Fan Fiction]

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

May 2 1998

Voldemort was finally dead.

There was a moment of silence. All the wizards and witches just stood at their place, eyes fully opened as their minds slowly took in the information and mouth gaping.

There was a long moment of silence.

But minutes after, the crowd broke into rowdy cheers, howls and yells.

It was a very dramatic moment.

Tears of either joy or despair –or maybe something in the middle- rolled down their cheeks. Some went down to kneel before their late loved ones, whispering affectionate things in their ears that couldn't hear anymore, kissing their forehead for the very last time before their deceased bodies would be buried 6 feet from the land they're standing on. 7 feet away from her, Hermione could see Molly and Arthur Weasley silently cry over their son.

Some rushed towards the lifeless form of Tom Riddle, and furious and enraged men stomped on his pale physique, spat on his face, threw hexes and jinxes at him while shouting profanities and things along the lines of how 'the cruel bastard deserved it' –before the aurors pulled them backwards to eventually fetch the late Dark Lord's body to place in another room.

Some went to the direction of the Golden Trio, hugging and embracing them and speaking at them with words of gratitude. Looking at the heroes and shaking their hands nervously.

Narcissa Malfoy watched as her only son watched the scene before him sadly. And seconds after, Draco saw his mother hand him her unmarked left arm-unlike him and his father's- while she said two words.

"Draco," Narcissa called to him gently. "Let's go."

Draco stared at his mother, confounded. The words she spoke were only two, and could mean different meanings. For example, when they would be breaking the rules, it were words he would say to Theo when hearing a professor's footsteps when planning to escape. It could also be the simple words you would say to a companion when planning to leave the Leaky Cauldron after having a good meal and chat with said companion. But with the swirl of emotions he saw in his mother's eyes, and with all seriousness, it could also mean 'Let's go, Draco. Take my hand and let's leave every fucking thing in our past life behind.' Except his mother wouldn't cuss, of course.

A mop of brown curls appeared in his mind.

Granger.

No.

No, he couldn't leave her. He loved –loves her, adores her and he knew she felt the same.

She said it, those 3 words.

Hermione turned to face him and Draco frowned when he saw the green silk sheet covering her body, only showing her bare collarbones and shoulders. Unconsciously, his long fingers traced her collarbones while the other rested an arm on her smooth shoulder.

He breathed against her earlobe, his lips slightly grazing her skin, and he heard her shudder, but she remained asleep.

And he whispered to her the words he was too afraid to tell to her openly.

"Darling," he murmured to her ear with a smile on his face as he thought of how lucky he was to have someone like her. "I love you."

He pulled back to lie down again, but with wide eyes, anxiety dawned over him as he saw that his Hermione's eyes were open and she was watching him.

And there was a goofy grin on her face.

"I love you too," She truthfully muttered to him sleepily. "Darling." A teasing smile appeared on her face and she went back to close her eyes, at the same time nuzzling herself to him closer.

'How foolish of you, boy,' A voice said in his mind. 'To think that you deserve her. To think that she would still accept you after all you've done.'

He felt as if someone punched him in the gut, hard.

And he felt his eyes mist.

I'm sorry, darling.

He grasped his mother's hand.

-

There were victorious, joyful, happy cries that were coming from her eyes as the fact that Tom Riddle was now dead was absorbed by her stubborn mind.

He's dead.

Yes.

But the joy she felt was short lived as the picture of a certain boy with snowy blond hair sending to her direction came into her brain.

Draco.

Her eyes roamed her surroundings and stopped on the sight of two platinum blond heads about 10 feet away from her. And she was happy to see him, so glad that he was still alive and that his blond hair remained blond, and his skin remained pale. She was just, just so happy that her Draco was still complete and alive.

She was so happy to see him that she didn't immediately realize that they were walking away.

She walked after them.

"Draco." She called, but it seemed like he didn't hear her.

Or maybe he chose not to.

"Draco!" She shouted, and he saw his head tilt a bit.

Then her normal pace turned to longer strides. She was now running, chasing.

Hermione was already near them when they vanished into thin air.

She stood there, frozen. No, maybe she was just overreacting. After this, they would meet. Yes, yes, she would send a letter to him and he would respond, and they would get together and he would kiss her, and she would kiss him too.

But the frown on her face said otherwise from the optimistic thoughts in her mind and the victorious and joyful tears that were rolling down her cheeks seconds ago weren't happy now.

-

Despite his silent cries and sobs, Draco was happy that despite all he'd done, Hermione still loves him, like she just said during their 6th year.

But the other side of him wished she didn't. Another side of him begged for her not to return his feelings of affection, because it didn't matter.

He would be leaving her.

The tinge, the small glow of happiness he had was crushed... and he felt sad.

He had to do this.

He had to leave her, he has no choice.

He bitterly smirked. He was after all, the boy who had no choice.

He took one last look at her and he felt his heart break seeing her in that state.

I'm sorry.

And Draco and Narcissa Malfoy apparated away, parting with everything they had.