Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran
Following on from the Memory of Draco by Hermione's bedside she witnessed a quick succession of images. Flashes of memories and thoughts from the war swirled around them, but one thing stood out in her mind; Memory Draco had watched the scene unfold in front of him, Memory Hermione on the Manor floor, without a word. As soon as he knew it was safe he had made his way up through the Manor to his bedroom and had torn the room to pieces until his hands were cut and bloody.
Only one thought had cut through the otherwise silent and erratic scene as Memory Draco looked down at the blood that stained his hands.
I wish I'd known sooner that we'd bleed the same blood.
They were in the Room of Requirement now.
'Why didn't you tell her? Bellatrix?' Harry asked as he stared at Memory Draco's raised wand.
Well, that's a loaded bloody question isn't it Potter? Can't exactly tell you I did it to save her fucking neck, can I? Think of an answer, quick, just need to think of something, make sure she's alive and not let Goyle kill Potter. Potter would think I'd gone mental and I'm not about to let it slip in front of Goyle that I'm in... that I saved Potter to keep her safe when he already wants to Avada someone, he'd bloody turn his wand on me!
'Come on Draco, don't be a prat.' Goyle whispered in Memory Draco's ear.
Nice job of stalling, Blaise, how the fuck are we going to stop Goyle from killing Potter now? Just need to make sure she's alive. Think, Draco, how do you stop a raving lunatic from killing The Boy Who Lived? Just need to make sure she's alive. Blaise was sure we wouldn't even run into them in here, the chances of finding them in all these piles of shit was small but Goyle was determined. Just need to make sure she's-
'Expelliarmus!'
Hermione watched as she disarmed Memory Draco and he made a run for it, pulling Blaise along with him, leaving the Golden Trio to deal with Goyle themselves.
Then a scene she never wanted to relive replaced the Room of Hidden Things.
Hagrid had a body in his arms. Voldemort was bragging about killing Harry. Memory Draco's face was set like stone but his mind was racing.
Bloody fucking fuck Potter, we were counting on you you bastard. I hope she's alive. Did she go with Potter? How in the name of fucking Merlin are we supposed to win now you're dead? Haven't seen her anywhere yet. The Boy Who Lived my fucking arse. Can't make it obvious I'm looking, can't draw attention to myself or-
'Draco.'
Fuck. Off.
'Draco... come.'
Mother, I've already told Father to fuck off in my mind I don't want to have to tell you too.
Memory Draco looks around then, for the first time, at the crowd he is currently standing in, in the hopes he will find his reason to stay.
If I could just find her, make eye contact, plead with her to look at me with those eyes and believe in me to make the right choice. Fuck, Mother's giving me that look... maybe... maybe I should just go to her. If anything, at least I'll be with my Mother.
Memory Draco made his way through the crowd, head down, avoiding every judging stare that burns into his skin and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Merlin I just want this over, I want the Dark Lord dead, I don't want to walk over to His side. Mother looks like she's hiding something, I've never seen her look so calm and collected in front of the Dark Lord before. What is she up to?
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Inside Your Mind
FanfictionThe Battle of Hogwarts is over. Voldemort is dead. But the war has just begun. *Dramione* (All rights to Harry Potter belong to a person who is not me)