but_im_a_poet
(Hermione Granger x FemOC(Malfoy)
After the second war, the wizarding world in England was left in shambles.
Death Eaters were locked away and their children left destitute.
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"Let me help you!" Granger yelled. "You know this isn't right why won't you fight it!"
I grit my teeth and turned back towards her. "YOU ARE THE BLOOD SAVIOUR GRANGER! You can do whatever the fuck you want. I CANNOT! THEY'LL KILL ME!"
"But I can protect you!" She yelled back.
The sound of the rain became thunderous the droplets feeling almost like knives on my skin.
I looked at her almost pleading with her to let this go. To let me go. This will only end in disaster.
I surged forward and she did the same out lips meeting in a desperate attempt of reconciliation. Me, trying to let her go. And her, trying to pull me as close as she could.
I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers and just for a moment I felt my childhood return. I wasn't a wanted criminal and she wasn't a minister... We were just Hermione and Lyra...
But that wasn't true. I'm a criminal, an outcast. The scourge of society.
There's no happy endings for me.
"Don't save me Hermione... I can't be saved."