The last thing Lord Voldemort did before his death was look towards Hermione and mutter something beneath his breath, his wand pointed in her direction.
Though, nothing happened. Nothing at all-A botched spell, or so she and everybody else believed.
Yet, on her 19th birthday she woke up and saw a sea of red, bright and crimson above every head, reading "car crash, botched curse, suicide, dragon-pox, old age..."
The only person who didn't have their cause of death floating above his head was Draco Malfoy.
18+ mature content. [8th year.]
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Enemies, Friends, Lovers
Harry never knew those three words could be synonymous, but his sixth year at Hogwarts has challenged everything he has come to know. Draco Malfoy , who Harry had loathed for five years, is now progressively preoccupying his every thought. Harry doesn't know why his mind keeps creeping into these forbidden fantasies, but he knows it needs to stop. Because if there were ever a time appropriate for Harry to fall for Draco Malfoy, it certainly wasn't when the wizarding world was crumbling to pieces.
Note: I wrote this when I was twelve, sorry for the poor writing :)