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Title: Silence
Livejournal username: jenl3227
Prompt: skull
Rating: K
Word Count:
Notes: WELL. Let’s be serious. I tried my hardest at coming up with an actual plot, but I definitely didn’t have enough time, so hopefully the contents of this make up for the word count! Also - thanks to namelessamelie for looking through it for me, and everythursday for giving me her crazy comments on it as well.
They watch the colors float above them.
Green. Red. Purple.
But all she can see is death.
She feels death.
Hears death.
Knows death.
It is silent around them, so quiet she knows the rhythm of their breathing, and the darkness engulfs even the simplest things, like their thoughts. She feels the cold seep through her uniform, her black coat, and the scarf around her neck, but nothing can make her move from her position.
Not if she would have to miss this.
These moments are what remind her to keep fighting; to live with the sadness, the death, and deal with everything that comes with war.
This silent reprieve is the only thing they have, no matter how utterly disgusting the scenery is.
She feels fingers skirt hers, feather-light, and she turns her palm into his before he can retreat. Draco has never been good with affection, let alone conversation, but he has secured her to life more than she can count in recent months.
And she reciprocates.
“It’s almost over,” he whispers, bringing her closer.
She shoves her forehead in his shoulder, breathing him in, desperate for comfort.
This is what it’s like after every battle, the lucky ones standing in the aftermath. Ten more minutes will pass before they all come to their senses and finally start to clean up, depositing the injured in infirmaries at the Ministry and taking the dead to the morgue.
But for right now she is content to have her silence. Their silence.
The only they get.
She turns to him to make sure her appreciation is conveyed, but he’s already watching her. Their eyes meet and…understanding. Hermione smiles faintly, because that’s all she can do at a moment like this, and grabs him closer, closer, until they are forehead to forehead.
Silence.
Blissful silence.
Minutes go by, and finally, when the cold begins to get too much, they turn back to the face of the Dark Mark, the green skull overwhelming the almost perfectly silent night.