#DRAMOINE || SEQUEL || COMPLETE
Hermione Granger is asked to complete a task that has never been done by a muggle-born before, but comes with consequences that will challenge her strength and loyalty.
Draco Malfoy is torn between two worlds: One wit...
He was looking for something. His entire life, Draco was looking for something. He knew little of what it was, but standing in the bathroom, huddled over a sink, the realisation hit him like a curse.
All he was looking for was someone's demons who played well with his own.
He knew Hermione was the girl he needed. They wrapped together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. Each curve and crevice was a match, filled spots to make themselves feel complete.
But when Draco looked up into the mirror, eyes hollow and heavy, he saw cracks not only in their relationship, but within his own heart and soul.
There were voices outside the bathroom, but his mind blocked them out. He couldn't remove his eyes from himself, disgusted with the version that stared back.
All he could see was his father in his features. Silver white hair, straight pointed nose and a glare that could scare an army. He did, however, have his mother's sharp cheekbones, the only feature he got from her. He wished he got her grace and kindness, but with each day he spent in Hogwarts, the ugliness of his father began to show through.
"Draco?"
Voices echoed off the tiled walls and floors, marble carrying the vibration through the room.
A melodic voice resonating around Draco mimicked an angel more than it mimicked Hermione. But when Draco looked beyond his reflection, his heart eased slightly at the sight of Hermione in the entrance. Her skin seemed to glow from the reflection of the sun on the tiles, proving that she was in fact his saving grace.
She was an angel.
"Draco?" she called softly, worry lingering in her voice. "What's wrong? Is everything ok?"
No words could describe what Draco was feeling.
Sad was an understatement. Disgusted seemed wrong. Haunted was too melodramatic. Therefore, he stayed silent, his eyes turned down as he battled away his tears.
There were footsteps that echoed behind him, the sound getting closer with every step. But as they got closer, his body became electric. Warmth kissed his skin and her hand gently caressed his back. The smell of her hair wafted around him and he felt enveloped with her presence.
He didn't want it to end but was afraid that it would much quicker than anticipated.
His response was empty, but the hug he received was sufficient. He turned around in her grasp, arms tight around his waist. When he returned the embrace, he dug his nose into her neck and inhaled sharply.
Her aroma was comforting and assisted him to stay strong and hide his tears. The hug was enough to rebuild his strength, knowing that she was there and wasn't going to leave him.
"I'm sorry" he muttered, voice muffled.
"You don't need to apologise for your father's actions."
"No, I do" he sharply replied pulling away to look at Hermione. But his arms never left her waist. "I am my father's son and I hold responsibility."
Hermione refused to give in to Draco's hysterics, but knew she must otherwise it would consume him. And so, she nodded her head and smiled at him gently.
"Hermione." He looked at her deeply. "Everytime I look at you, close or from afar, I see everything I ever wanted. But when I look at myself..." he stopped himself from looking behind and into the mirror, instead turned slightly so he didn't have to see the ghost before him. "I look at myself and see nothing that you deserve. You're Gryffindor, made for greatness and leading. But I... I'm Slytherin; I'm nothing but cruel and dark."
The words stung Hermione slightly, but when she cupped his cheek and let her warmth bleed into his own cold skin, she felt the connection heal.
"Draco, I love you and you love me. I know it's not that simple. But our house doesn't define us. There are brave Hufflepuffs, twisted Gryffindor's and even stupid Ravenclaws." The two chuckled lightly, humour curing each other. "But there are kind Slytherins. You just have to be a Gryffindor for a second to find the courage to be who you want to be."
Draco grinned and rested his forehead against hers, letting his minty breath tickle her nose. "What did I do to deserve you?"
Hermione grinned and let her brown eyes meet his. "You were the boy who had no choice. You didn't choose between pure or dirty blood. You did something that no one else was brave enough to do."
Draco frowned slightly but never removed his eyes from hers. "And what's that?"
Hermione grinned and moved her lips closer to his until they were only a breath apart.
"You chose both."
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Author's Note:
Whenever I post on my announcements, I update shortly afterwards...
But this is a very emotional episode between the two, but it had to be addressed! From now on, hopefully, they'll be in a good place. Yes, it was quite short but I didn't want it to drag on for too long. Until then, let me know what you think and what you would love to see!
