White Lies, Day 5.
Title: White Lies
Author: savepureness
Rating: G
Word Count: 368
Notes/Warning: Post-DH, EWE, set within the already familiar ‘verse of a the seventh year of one Hermione Granger, who has the surprise of her life when she meets a certain Draco Malfoy, her former sworn enemy, again.
{+ written for the Valentine’s 2009 Fairytale Challenge @ dramionedrabble, Day 5, on prompts If I had one more night to live… I’d wanna spend it with you & You know, the only thing that scares me is that you might love him more than you love me}
Back in their glorious years at Hogwarts, they were known as the Golden Trio; there was gossip upon their deeds, and praise was easy to be found in the eyes of onlookers; praise and envy alike. But now that the War is finally over, there are so many heroes and heroines that they can find swift ways to be leaped by curious gazes. Moreover, they’re now four.
At times when everyone is trying to understand the new shape of things, they still find spare hours to spend playing by the fire, in the long winter nights. Hermione comes with fresh Muggle ideas, thus Spin the Bottle becomes quickly popular within the Gryffindor Common Room. They sweep in a casket of firewhisky once, and the boys get as close as decent to being completely pissed.
“If I had one more night to live… I’d wanna spend it with you” declares Harry, and Ron pats his back in acknowledgement. For one thing he’s happy: there’s no more talk of leaders; chances are equal for everyone now. On the other hand, he’s contemplating Hermione with melancholy; he’s lost her somewhere on the road, and he can’t put his finger on it.
Exams come and go before Christmas holidays. The last day finds a nervous Draco waiting by Professor Flitwick’s door. He cocks his head at the sound of steps, and meets Hermione’s inquiring raised eyebrows.
“Still nothing”, he gestures. She nods and gulps.
His hand locked in Lavender Brown’s, Ron plays the casual spectator. He can’t tell which one is paler: his nervous friend, her bushy hair becoming messier by the minute as a consequence of her restless hands finding their way through it, or his sworn enemy, the white of his eyes showing on the transparency of his face.
“Well done, Malfoy”, tweets Flitwick, shaking Draco’s suddenly relaxed hand. Hermione’s chest heaves and falls quickly; her eyes damp, she turns on her heels and disappears round the corner.
“You know, the only thing that scares me is that you might love him more than you love me”, she meets Ron’s reproachful eyes.
“Than I loved you”, Hermione corrects him calmly; she doesn’t deny; no one would believe such white lies.
Author: savepureness
Rating: G
Word Count: 368
Notes/Warning: Post-DH, EWE, set within the already familiar ‘verse of a the seventh year of one Hermione Granger, who has the surprise of her life when she meets a certain Draco Malfoy, her former sworn enemy, again.
{+ written for the Valentine’s 2009 Fairytale Challenge @ dramionedrabble, Day 5, on prompts If I had one more night to live… I’d wanna spend it with you & You know, the only thing that scares me is that you might love him more than you love me}
Back in their glorious years at Hogwarts, they were known as the Golden Trio; there was gossip upon their deeds, and praise was easy to be found in the eyes of onlookers; praise and envy alike. But now that the War is finally over, there are so many heroes and heroines that they can find swift ways to be leaped by curious gazes. Moreover, they’re now four.
At times when everyone is trying to understand the new shape of things, they still find spare hours to spend playing by the fire, in the long winter nights. Hermione comes with fresh Muggle ideas, thus Spin the Bottle becomes quickly popular within the Gryffindor Common Room. They sweep in a casket of firewhisky once, and the boys get as close as decent to being completely pissed.
“If I had one more night to live… I’d wanna spend it with you” declares Harry, and Ron pats his back in acknowledgement. For one thing he’s happy: there’s no more talk of leaders; chances are equal for everyone now. On the other hand, he’s contemplating Hermione with melancholy; he’s lost her somewhere on the road, and he can’t put his finger on it.
Exams come and go before Christmas holidays. The last day finds a nervous Draco waiting by Professor Flitwick’s door. He cocks his head at the sound of steps, and meets Hermione’s inquiring raised eyebrows.
“Still nothing”, he gestures. She nods and gulps.
His hand locked in Lavender Brown’s, Ron plays the casual spectator. He can’t tell which one is paler: his nervous friend, her bushy hair becoming messier by the minute as a consequence of her restless hands finding their way through it, or his sworn enemy, the white of his eyes showing on the transparency of his face.
“Well done, Malfoy”, tweets Flitwick, shaking Draco’s suddenly relaxed hand. Hermione’s chest heaves and falls quickly; her eyes damp, she turns on her heels and disappears round the corner.
“You know, the only thing that scares me is that you might love him more than you love me”, she meets Ron’s reproachful eyes.
“Than I loved you”, Hermione corrects him calmly; she doesn’t deny; no one would believe such white lies.