It Was All Just A Mask [A Dramione Story]

Epilogue -Draco-

-     I will forever be in love with Hermione Granger.    - 

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Bellatrix Lestrange had destroyed every part of Hogwarts she could. From the Great Hall to the oaf Hagrids hut home, it was all shattered. Only the common rooms, dormitories, and classrooms remained untouched. I had to hold in all the fear I had. What is going to happen now? What will The Dark Lord say? Am I to blame for this?  The only question that I had a definite answer for was the last one. Yes. Yes I was most definitely to blame for this.

I followed Professor Snape, copying his stride, his stance, and his actions. He is who I looked to now, not my father, not my mother, not The Dark Lord, but Professor Snape. He proved to me that you can be brave and be a Slytherin, be honorable and a murderer. I knew that my path was destined to be dark, but if I had the professor to guide me, I knew that I will make it out alright. After all, he could have just stood by Bellatrix Lestrange and demanded me to kill the old man myself, but instead he stepped in my place and did the horrific deed for me. My soul, my consciousness, my everything was in his debt.

As we left the castle, I thought about Hermione. She would be waking by now, confused and scared, but safe. Safe from us Death Eaters, safe from any danger, and mostly safe from me. Wiping her memory was the most merciful thing for me to do, however difficult it was. I knew I had chosen correctly. She is going to hate me when she finds out what I have done, even if it wasn't by my own wand. I had killed Professor Dumbledore, it was my plot. I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, am a murderer, and Hermione can't be in love with a murderer, no matter how 'good' I used to be. 

I knew I would be dreaming of her tonight. For tonight and the rest of my life, my dreams will be filled by her softness. Her voice, her hair, her skin, all of it. That memory of what once was will be my motivation until I take my dying breath. I knew that I loved Hermione Granger, and that she had loved me. That knowledge will console me in my darkest nights, lighten my load in the mornings. Every day for eternity, I will be able to have Hermione and my family.

I didn't have anyone standing in my way now from me choosing my family. My task has been finished and my innocent girl doesn't know that she kissed me, fell in love with me even. She will be my only love, as I know, if I survive this war like I plan to, my father would have me marry a pureblood. I have met all the female purebloods and none of them I fancy, nor will I ever, so I know that I will never marry for love, just for status.

I had chances to change my fate, but I never took them. I always bowed down to my fears and worries, never believing in my capabilities. I have learned my lesson, but now it is too late for me. There is no going back to the beginning.

The future is uncertain, but there are a few things that are;

I am officially a part of The Dark Lord's ranks.
I have made my family proud.
My new role model will not lead me astray.
And I will forever be in love with Hermione Granger.

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