Drabble: White Flag
Title: White Flag
Author: breathless_dawn
Rating: PG-13 for some death references
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 176
Disclaimer: I bow to J.K. and, much to my regret, I do not own them.
A/N: My first Draco/Hermione fic! An AU HBP battle scene. Unbeta'd.
Too many have died. Too many familiar faces are among the bodies littering the castle.
The survivors are crying and pleading, clinging to the dead as if their tears will be enough to bring them back to life. The stench of death and blood is everywhere and it’s all she can do to keep from screaming. With every turn she finds another fallen friend, and by the time she reaches the grounds she is almost at her breaking point.
It is then that she sees him, standing only feet from her, his grey eyes veiled with fear and his hands shaking slightly. With a cry of relief she embraces him.
She hears the soft thud of his wand hitting the grass as he reciprocates. He is there, and real, and alive.
“Hermione,” he murmurs into her shoulder.
“Draco.”
Both of them refuse to leave the other’s side, even after the night has passed and the sun appears on the horizon. They can no longer afford to be enemies; war is too high a cost to pay.
Author: breathless_dawn
Rating: PG-13 for some death references
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 176
Disclaimer: I bow to J.K. and, much to my regret, I do not own them.
A/N: My first Draco/Hermione fic! An AU HBP battle scene. Unbeta'd.
Too many have died. Too many familiar faces are among the bodies littering the castle.
The survivors are crying and pleading, clinging to the dead as if their tears will be enough to bring them back to life. The stench of death and blood is everywhere and it’s all she can do to keep from screaming. With every turn she finds another fallen friend, and by the time she reaches the grounds she is almost at her breaking point.
It is then that she sees him, standing only feet from her, his grey eyes veiled with fear and his hands shaking slightly. With a cry of relief she embraces him.
She hears the soft thud of his wand hitting the grass as he reciprocates. He is there, and real, and alive.
“Hermione,” he murmurs into her shoulder.
“Draco.”
Both of them refuse to leave the other’s side, even after the night has passed and the sun appears on the horizon. They can no longer afford to be enemies; war is too high a cost to pay.