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Spectrum by crimson quill

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 558
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature

Genres: Drama, Fluff, Romance
Characters: Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 09/03/2017
Last Chapter: 09/03/2017
Last Updated: 09/03/2017

Summary:
 

credit to brokenbutterfly @ tdas







'He admired her when she was at the bottom. Nearly broken, she still shined.'


Crimson Quill as Archer Rose

 

Written for Tasha (MalfoysAngel) for the Pass it Along Challenge. 

 


Chapter 1: Spectrum
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He couldn’t quite believe the hand that held his. The hand so dainty, like it was made of fine porcelain, but with a grip so strong that it never let go. A hand that fitted so perfectly in his own. He could never have imagined two people who had less in common but seemed to share so much. Their past branded them as different but they strived to not that let that define them.



Mudblood, Deatheater.




The end of the war, it was meant to be a second chance for everyone. A world that they could be proud to call their own. It was a world where he had no place, he would never been accepted into the hope of tomorrow. It was going to be an eden. The ideology was strong but it was human nature that let the concept down. He was alone and adrift in this world that promised so much but had nothing to offer him, a death eater or maybe just a boy who made too many mistakes. He saw her on top of the world. She had everything before harsh reality had crushed her. It was not long until he met her again. She was so vulnerable, just like him. She was only tied together with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She spilled her story to him, corruption and broken friendships, she came alive as she told her sad tale. He admired her when she was at the bottom. Nearly broken, she still shined.






Slytherin. Gryffindor.




He wondered if things would have been different if, even at the age of eleven, he had been brave enough to choose for himself. But, he hadn’t been. He let the house of the snakes claim him. He remembered her at Hogwarts, she was the only girl to stand up to him. Hermione would tell him even people with the purest hearts got things wrong, his fate was not sealed at eleven by a moment’s decision. He was choosing now to do things right and he was strong because he kept choosing to be a better person every day. She loved that about him, they guided each other on the tricky road to being the best people they could be.




He loved the way she spoke his name, ‘Draco’. He adored watching the word tumble from her mouth, she spoke with such love each time she said it. It made it real that she was here for him. They had found each other, a twist of fate seemed to have made sure of it. She had forgiven him for his sins and mistakes, her forgiveness guided him into forgiving himself for the awful choices he had made.






Good, Evil.




The concept of good and evil was so blurred to them. It was only an abstract concept that had many different meanings and layers. They discussed it at length, long into the star studded nights, curled up in bed when their thoughts would turn to literature, arts and philosophy. They didn’t have all the answers but it didn’t matter, they were happy now. It was where they belonged, wrapped up together in each other’s arms, getting their real second chance. Most people saw the world in black and white but they thought of themselves as a perfectly blended shade of grey.







Draco and Hermione.


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