[Fanfiction: Draco/Hermione] Fallen Angel
Title: Fallen Angel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 451
Warnings: Character Death , Sexual References
Summary: She belonged to him. But today, she had won.
Companion Piece: Concrete Angel
He stands outside on his balcony, smoking a cigar, and contemplates the girl lying crumpled twenty four stories below. His pet, captured during the Final Battle. Although the side of "light" had won, he had still managed to escape, taking her with him. Most believe that they are both dead, obliterated by their opposing sides. None can find him here. Under Imperio, he had forced her to become his secret-keeper for the Fidellius Charm. And now, she belonged to him.
Looking at her, he scowls. He does not like using the Imperius Curse on her. He likes her passion, likes her trying to fight. It isn't out of love. Love is a word that is completely foreign to him. It's hate and lust that drive him. Whenever he uses her, chains her, tortures her, he likes her to know what's going on. Wants her to know that he's the one who is slowly breaking her. He wants her to cry.
Because it isn't worth it if she can't cry.
Over the past six months, she's cried a lot. For the first six months, he didn't ever see her shed a tear. Not when he tortured her endlessly for days on end. Not when he left in a dark room for a week, wearing absolutely nothing. Not even when he told her that Harry had died after defeating Voldemort, trying to save her from him. But the first time he took her, made her his, made her scream his name in pleasure... then she cried.
It was the most satisfying moment of his entire life. Because he'd broken her. Because, even if Voldemort had been defeated, and his family had lost everything, he had still won. For the first time in his life, he'd beaten Hermione Granger.
Today, though, she had won. She'd stepped off that balcony, made her final journey towards the concrete. He'd forgotten to renew the wards on this balcony the last time he had taken her out here. He cursed his own stupidity, as he looked at her body below. He could see nothing to mar her delicate features, and the smile on her face showed that in death, she had finally found what she had never had in life.
Peace.
She looked like an angel lying there. His concrete angel. And he wondered what that made him. A devil perhaps? No, that word was too strong for him. Fallen perhaps. Fallen for her, even if not for the right reasons. Because he still wanted her. She aroused his passion like none had done before, and like none would ever do again. She was still his. Just as he knew, he would always be hers. Her fallen angel.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 451
Warnings: Character Death , Sexual References
Summary: She belonged to him. But today, she had won.
Companion Piece: Concrete Angel
He stands outside on his balcony, smoking a cigar, and contemplates the girl lying crumpled twenty four stories below. His pet, captured during the Final Battle. Although the side of "light" had won, he had still managed to escape, taking her with him. Most believe that they are both dead, obliterated by their opposing sides. None can find him here. Under Imperio, he had forced her to become his secret-keeper for the Fidellius Charm. And now, she belonged to him.
Looking at her, he scowls. He does not like using the Imperius Curse on her. He likes her passion, likes her trying to fight. It isn't out of love. Love is a word that is completely foreign to him. It's hate and lust that drive him. Whenever he uses her, chains her, tortures her, he likes her to know what's going on. Wants her to know that he's the one who is slowly breaking her. He wants her to cry.
Because it isn't worth it if she can't cry.
Over the past six months, she's cried a lot. For the first six months, he didn't ever see her shed a tear. Not when he tortured her endlessly for days on end. Not when he left in a dark room for a week, wearing absolutely nothing. Not even when he told her that Harry had died after defeating Voldemort, trying to save her from him. But the first time he took her, made her his, made her scream his name in pleasure... then she cried.
It was the most satisfying moment of his entire life. Because he'd broken her. Because, even if Voldemort had been defeated, and his family had lost everything, he had still won. For the first time in his life, he'd beaten Hermione Granger.
Today, though, she had won. She'd stepped off that balcony, made her final journey towards the concrete. He'd forgotten to renew the wards on this balcony the last time he had taken her out here. He cursed his own stupidity, as he looked at her body below. He could see nothing to mar her delicate features, and the smile on her face showed that in death, she had finally found what she had never had in life.
Peace.
She looked like an angel lying there. His concrete angel. And he wondered what that made him. A devil perhaps? No, that word was too strong for him. Fallen perhaps. Fallen for her, even if not for the right reasons. Because he still wanted her. She aroused his passion like none had done before, and like none would ever do again. She was still his. Just as he knew, he would always be hers. Her fallen angel.