Fic: Deathbed Wishes | Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy | PG-13
Title: Deathbed Wishes
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Words: 298
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Alluded character death and some really dark humor.
Author's Note: I'm a winnar! This took first place and Mod's Choice at sortinghatdrabs ! Also, its Gen-fic, I promise.
When Hermione found him on the now-silent battlefield, she considered walking away. He was too injured, there was nothing she could do. No one would know if she just kept moving. No one would know that she'd marked his death before he'd stopped breathing.
But the look on his face held her fast, pulling on heartstrings she was beginning to forget she had. His blatant pain and fear overcame every nasty moment of their shared experiences and so she dropped to her knees beside him--a mixture of wariness and concern--and placed a firm hand on his chest, staunching what she could.
"What can you feel, Malfoy?"
Trying to glare at her through pain glazed eyes, Draco replied weakly, "None of your business, Granger."
Hermione's offended sniff was hollow. She continued pressing against the wound and twisted her wand to administer what healing spells she knew, anything to make him comfortable.
"If this is how you treat the people that help you, Malfoy," she replied, engaging him with tried and true hostile banter as she watched some, but not enough, of the damage fade, "then I'm no longer surprised your comrades left you here to bleed to death."
"And you'd be mistaken in thinking that your help is appreciated."
"So I am. You learned charm from your father, obviously."
Draco closed his eyes and was silent, from lack of strength or just an unwillingness to continue the argument, she wasn't sure.
A pinching behind her eyes warned of tears but with a deep breath Hermione pushed them away and continued to administer worthless care to her oldest enemy.
Draco's wheezing laugh broke her concentration
"Something funny about this, Malfoy?"
"Hermione Granger just admitted to being wrong," he replied with a weak and humorless laugh. "I really can die happy now."
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Words: 298
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Alluded character death and some really dark humor.
Author's Note: I'm a winnar! This took first place and Mod's Choice at sortinghatdrabs ! Also, its Gen-fic, I promise.
When Hermione found him on the now-silent battlefield, she considered walking away. He was too injured, there was nothing she could do. No one would know if she just kept moving. No one would know that she'd marked his death before he'd stopped breathing.
But the look on his face held her fast, pulling on heartstrings she was beginning to forget she had. His blatant pain and fear overcame every nasty moment of their shared experiences and so she dropped to her knees beside him--a mixture of wariness and concern--and placed a firm hand on his chest, staunching what she could.
"What can you feel, Malfoy?"
Trying to glare at her through pain glazed eyes, Draco replied weakly, "None of your business, Granger."
Hermione's offended sniff was hollow. She continued pressing against the wound and twisted her wand to administer what healing spells she knew, anything to make him comfortable.
"If this is how you treat the people that help you, Malfoy," she replied, engaging him with tried and true hostile banter as she watched some, but not enough, of the damage fade, "then I'm no longer surprised your comrades left you here to bleed to death."
"And you'd be mistaken in thinking that your help is appreciated."
"So I am. You learned charm from your father, obviously."
Draco closed his eyes and was silent, from lack of strength or just an unwillingness to continue the argument, she wasn't sure.
A pinching behind her eyes warned of tears but with a deep breath Hermione pushed them away and continued to administer worthless care to her oldest enemy.
Draco's wheezing laugh broke her concentration
"Something funny about this, Malfoy?"
"Hermione Granger just admitted to being wrong," he replied with a weak and humorless laugh. "I really can die happy now."