[Fanfiction: Draco/Hermione] Dark
Title: Dark
Rating: PG
Word Count: No ideq
Warnings: None
Summary: Soon, she would be able to stay in the dark.
It's dark, and she is alone. She doesn't mind being alone in the dark, unlike most people. She finds it soothing. She finds it an escape from the life which she is forced to lead, a life that she has no place in.
For although she stands in the light, her soul hides in the shadows. By day she plays her part, an actress on a stage before the entire world. She fights for life, although she knows that there will be no life for her when this war is over. She will die, of that she is certain. She does not believe in Divination, but she knows that when the red sun rises, she will not be there to see it. Still, she plays her part. She is so talented that no-one has yet managed to figure out her secret.
No-one except him. He saw her soul, saw what she was hiding from those who love her. Strange, how the one person who could see her for what she was, what she truly felt, was someone who hated her. Yet she was grateful for it, in some small way. She knew that the stolen moments that she had with him allowed her to continue to hold her façade. To continue to fight, although she didn't see the point in it.
She an hear him coming to her now. A sigh escapes her lips as his arms slip around her waist. She knows that when she is gone, he will continue. Ironic, that one who has been marked for death since the day he was born will live, when she will die. Dark and light, their souls are opposite, reflections of a pool that goes so deep that she cannot see the bottom.
His golden hair catches the rays of dawn, his nose buried in her chestnut curls. Yes, there is release here. Solace. Peace.
An orange sun rises, and she knows that her days are limited. Yesterday the sun was yellow. Her time has come.
Soon she'll be able to stay in the dark.
Rating: PG
Word Count: No ideq
Warnings: None
Summary: Soon, she would be able to stay in the dark.
It's dark, and she is alone. She doesn't mind being alone in the dark, unlike most people. She finds it soothing. She finds it an escape from the life which she is forced to lead, a life that she has no place in.
For although she stands in the light, her soul hides in the shadows. By day she plays her part, an actress on a stage before the entire world. She fights for life, although she knows that there will be no life for her when this war is over. She will die, of that she is certain. She does not believe in Divination, but she knows that when the red sun rises, she will not be there to see it. Still, she plays her part. She is so talented that no-one has yet managed to figure out her secret.
No-one except him. He saw her soul, saw what she was hiding from those who love her. Strange, how the one person who could see her for what she was, what she truly felt, was someone who hated her. Yet she was grateful for it, in some small way. She knew that the stolen moments that she had with him allowed her to continue to hold her façade. To continue to fight, although she didn't see the point in it.
She an hear him coming to her now. A sigh escapes her lips as his arms slip around her waist. She knows that when she is gone, he will continue. Ironic, that one who has been marked for death since the day he was born will live, when she will die. Dark and light, their souls are opposite, reflections of a pool that goes so deep that she cannot see the bottom.
His golden hair catches the rays of dawn, his nose buried in her chestnut curls. Yes, there is release here. Solace. Peace.
An orange sun rises, and she knows that her days are limited. Yesterday the sun was yellow. Her time has come.
Soon she'll be able to stay in the dark.