Fic: Not Your Time (Cedric/Hermione)
Title: Not Your Time
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: R
Pairing: Cedric/Hermione
Word Count: 443
Summary: A scene during Deathly Hallows when Bellatrix tortures Hermione at Malfoy Manor.
Warnings: AU. Violence (although nothing graphic). Also, this drabble contains quotes from Deathly Hallows.
A/N: Written for Drabble it Forward . myownmuggle requested Cedric/Hermione and consequences.
"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!"
The spell hit Hermione in the chest and her world crumbled. Blinding pain was searing through her body, making her convulse on the floor. Hermione screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
Suddenly, everything became muted. Trembling, Hermione lay face down on the cold floor, fearing Bellatrix's next curse.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" a quiet voice asked, and Hermione's breath caught in her throat. This wasn't Bellatrix; this wasn't a female voice at all. Slowly, Hermione rolled onto her back, looking up.
Bellatrix was gone; so was the pain. The Malfoys, Greyback, the Death Eaters, even the drawing room, it was all gone. Her surroundings seemed blurry, misty, like cloudy vapour-cloudy vapour that had not yet formed into surroundings. Hermione blinked in confusion.
"Hermione?"
Hermione looked at the handsome boy with the sad grey eyes. She hadn't seen him in three years-not since Wormtail had killed him and Harry had brought his body back with him to Hogwarts.
"Cedric!"
"You shouldn't be here," Cedric said, shaking his head.
Carefully, Hermione stood up. Cedric was standing right in front of her, unmoving.
"But you're dead," she whispered.
"Yes," Cedric said matter-of-factly.
"Are we behind the veil?" Hermione asked. "Am I dead too?"
Cedric only shook his head. "It is not your time." He reached out and took Hermione's hand. She half expected Cedric's fingers to pass through her body, but they were warm and solid as they clasped her shaking ones.
"You have to go back, Hermione," he said.
Hermione didn't dare to look at his face. She stared at their joined hands instead. This felt right. Familiar.
"I can't," Hermione whispered, voice breaking. "It hurts."
"It is not your time," Cedric repeated, the pressure of his fingers comforting, yet firm.
"I want to stay with you," Hermione pleaded, finally looking up. He was smiling at her.
"I know. But they need you. This war cannot be won without your help."
"But…" Hermione looked at Cedric helplessly.
"It is your decision," he said. "Nobody can make you go back. But if you chose to stay with me now, there will be consequences."
Hermione felt tears run down her face. "I miss you so much."
Cedric slowly leaned towards her, brushing his lips against hers. "I know. I miss you too."
Hermione closed her eyes.
"I love you," Cedric whispered, his voice fading.
The pain returned and Hermione was lying on the floor of the drawing room again.
"How did you get into my vault?" Bellatrix screamed. "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"
Hermione sobbed. "It's only a copy."
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: R
Pairing: Cedric/Hermione
Word Count: 443
Summary: A scene during Deathly Hallows when Bellatrix tortures Hermione at Malfoy Manor.
Warnings: AU. Violence (although nothing graphic). Also, this drabble contains quotes from Deathly Hallows.
A/N: Written for Drabble it Forward . myownmuggle requested Cedric/Hermione and consequences.
"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!"
The spell hit Hermione in the chest and her world crumbled. Blinding pain was searing through her body, making her convulse on the floor. Hermione screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
Suddenly, everything became muted. Trembling, Hermione lay face down on the cold floor, fearing Bellatrix's next curse.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" a quiet voice asked, and Hermione's breath caught in her throat. This wasn't Bellatrix; this wasn't a female voice at all. Slowly, Hermione rolled onto her back, looking up.
Bellatrix was gone; so was the pain. The Malfoys, Greyback, the Death Eaters, even the drawing room, it was all gone. Her surroundings seemed blurry, misty, like cloudy vapour-cloudy vapour that had not yet formed into surroundings. Hermione blinked in confusion.
"Hermione?"
Hermione looked at the handsome boy with the sad grey eyes. She hadn't seen him in three years-not since Wormtail had killed him and Harry had brought his body back with him to Hogwarts.
"Cedric!"
"You shouldn't be here," Cedric said, shaking his head.
Carefully, Hermione stood up. Cedric was standing right in front of her, unmoving.
"But you're dead," she whispered.
"Yes," Cedric said matter-of-factly.
"Are we behind the veil?" Hermione asked. "Am I dead too?"
Cedric only shook his head. "It is not your time." He reached out and took Hermione's hand. She half expected Cedric's fingers to pass through her body, but they were warm and solid as they clasped her shaking ones.
"You have to go back, Hermione," he said.
Hermione didn't dare to look at his face. She stared at their joined hands instead. This felt right. Familiar.
"I can't," Hermione whispered, voice breaking. "It hurts."
"It is not your time," Cedric repeated, the pressure of his fingers comforting, yet firm.
"I want to stay with you," Hermione pleaded, finally looking up. He was smiling at her.
"I know. But they need you. This war cannot be won without your help."
"But…" Hermione looked at Cedric helplessly.
"It is your decision," he said. "Nobody can make you go back. But if you chose to stay with me now, there will be consequences."
Hermione felt tears run down her face. "I miss you so much."
Cedric slowly leaned towards her, brushing his lips against hers. "I know. I miss you too."
Hermione closed her eyes.
"I love you," Cedric whispered, his voice fading.
The pain returned and Hermione was lying on the floor of the drawing room again.
"How did you get into my vault?" Bellatrix screamed. "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"
Hermione sobbed. "It's only a copy."