Chapter 1 : Secrets
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She was his sole weakness. The one thing that make him shrivel up and hope for the day he could crawl up in a corner and never emerge. The thought in itself was ridiculous. Draco Abraxas Malfoy, heir to Lucius and servant of the great Lord Voldemort, was weak at the knees for Hermione Jean Granger. He was a pathetic fool but couldn't shake the idea out of his head. He had a wife, Astoria, and was as loyal to her as ever. His daily visits to the holding cell where Hermione was kept, though, had proven to be his favourite part of the day.
Today was a frozen winter day, the outside of the manor covered in a white blanket of snow that only grew as more white flakes drifted down from the sky.
Her tear-streaked face turned slightly, empty eyes staring brokenly up at his dirt-ridden face. She'd put up a fight and now it was time to deal with the consequences. Shaking limbs, a tangled head of bushy brown hair and eyes that met his and elicited the tiniest, quietests of inaudible gasps from his lips. The lips that could have been on hers in an instant if only she'd complied.
He wasn’t strong enough to do this.
There was Astoria to think about, and their future child that was most definitely his. He had no doubts, considering the fact that she’d be treated like a house elf if she dared cheat on him, which also caused problems if you considered the fact that Draco felt no sort of affection for his wife.
How strange was it that he could feel absolutely nothing but emptiness for his wife, yet nothing short of compassion for the woman who’d been his sworn enemy during their school years? His cool grey eyes flickered over Hermione’s bent-over figure and he gulped; his nerves were acting up to the point where his hands were shaking and sweat was probably dripping off his face.
That sure didn’t help his ever-increasing heart rate.
It had to be done. No matter how badly the pain would hurt in the future, Draco knew what was expected of him. He cared about his family and Astoria and didn’t want their lives to be risked because of some stupid childhood crush that this was. Even if it killed him, Draco had a reputation to live up to. He had a family, and would have a child; life would eventually move on. It always did.
Later that winter day, Draco buried Hermione. He chose a spot near a willow tree because he knew those had been her favourite when life had coursed through her veins. And then she was gone, like the snow would be in a few weeks’ time, just a memory that faded away with the seasons.
In a sense, Draco felt freer. He no longer had to worry about keeping his deepest secret away from Astoria, and Hermione was not there to taunt him about what could have been his - if only he’d chosen the right side. That was all Hermione Jean Granger was. A secret from his past that had been easily erased.
And Draco hadn’t regretted a decision more in his entire twenty-four years of life.
A/N: Thanks if you've stuck around this long! I've never written anything like this before; I usually stick to humor and romance, and of course roleplay posts, so writing angst was definitely something different. This was written as a birthday present to Vee (VeeKAY on tda) whose birthday was on the 14th so I hope she had a lovely day and enjoyed this story! Reviews are also appreciated, as always, too. :) Lastly, please ignore the coding issues that have arisen. I can't seem to figure out the spacing any so I'm just going to ignore for now!
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