Written by- where-my-heart-resides
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One Shot
ONESHOT Harry is dead, and Voldemort has taken over. Hermione and Draco are taken hostage. A little bit of DxHr, but not much.
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WARNING: Character death, minor spoilers for HBP
Disclaimer: Not mine.
NOTICE: This is dedicated to my three best friends, especially one of my best friends, Rose. Thank you for always reading my stories (no matter what the category, or ship) and for always being there for me!
I’m listening to my music box.
The music box that my mother gave to me.
Soft, eerie music floats around the room.
I’m watching the small, magnetic ballerinas twirl around inside of it.
A boy and a girl. Dancing. Spinning around and around, as if they don’t have a single care in the world.
Moving to the beat of the music that is flooding my body. I’m absorbing it all.
I could be that ballerina girl.
Me, Hermione Jane Granger, spinning around in the music box.
Too bad I have no one to dance with.
I’m all alone.
And, I like it that way.
Nobody to worry about.
Nobody to worry about me.
Now that Ron is dead.
Now that Harry is dead.
Yes, Harry Potter is dead.
The world is in a panic.
We are doomed without him.
Yet, somehow, I don’t really care.
I’m sitting in this room, a prisoner of war, with one of my least favorite people in the world.
I think that the death eaters put me in a room with Malfoy just so I would suffer.
He is watching me.
He looks a little angry.
I know why too.
I’m not supposed to have any personal belongings.
And, I’m guessing that my music box falls into that category.
But, I’m going to die anyway, why not die with it?
The death eaters have entered to room.
I don’t care.
I’m thinking about Malfoy.
He smiled at me two days ago.
He’s been rather nice to me ever since we got stuck in this place together.
I hope that we make it out alive, even though I know we won’t.
“The Mudblood dies first.” I hear them say.
I’m prepared.
I know what’s coming.
I hear them shout the killing curse.
I don’t even try to more.
Suddenly, I see a body, one with blonde hair, jump in front of me.
I look down.
Malfoy is dead.
The death eaters laugh and say something about only having one death a day.
They leave.
Malfoy is lying on my lap.
He’s dead. So dead.
His face, which is pale anyway, is down right colorless.
His blonde hair is spread messily over his face. So dead.
He just gave his life for me.
Suddenly, I get this feeling that I have never felt before.
I think it’s guilt.
But, it’s not like I care.
I mean, it’s Draco Malfoy.
My self proclaimed enemy.
I hate him.
I don’t care that he’s dead.
I’m just crying because that was such a big shock.
I really don’t care.
A deafening silence fills the room as my music box suddenly stops playing.
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