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First published June 23, 2021
It was the reason he slept with a record player on, charmed to never end, a constant loop of music to lull him into sleep and drown out those infernal screams.
They were eyes that used to look at him with such malice and anger and hatred burned into them. Eyes that were fierce, and glowed with a type of determination that only a lioness could conjure. But those eyes- fuck , those eyes held nothing but sympathy and pity when they looked at him now, and he fucking hated her for it.
"He may be a demon by name, but I refuse to believe that a man who tore off his wings, only to use them as a shield to protect his family, could ever truly be soulless.”
"Because in those moments you were ruthless, merciless , a fucking monster.” He bowed his head, lips grazing her cheek as he whispered; "In those moments, you were just like me.”
"I should have let you die.” She choked, whimpering as those traitorous tears gathered on her chin, and then finally dropped onto the floor. She felt two beats of his heart against her spine before his lips found her ear again. "Yes. You should have.”
He stared at her for a few seconds, bottomless blue, not a sliver of grey to be found, before he rested his forehead against hers. "I am doing something." He sighed, voice low and so pained that it made her chest tighten. Because he was doing something. He was standing there , offering himself up as the target for her anger. He'd baited her on purpose, could see the need for violence and bloodlust spilling out her, knew she needed to exorcise it like a fucking demon before it swallowed her whole. He was being the sacrificial lamb for the anguish that he'd caused.
"I won't stop trying to kill you," Hermione whispered, Malfoy's lips just a breaths distance away from hers. "I won't stop, and neither will you. I meant it when I said I'm going to kill you. I don't know how, but believe me when I say, when you finally meet your end, the reason your name is going to be engraved on a headstone is going to because of me. You're going to die because of a Mudblood.”
"'Till death do us part' you say?" She felt the air whirl around her face as he inhaled, and just when Hermione thought he might take pity on her, just when she thought he might grant her the mercy of death, Malfoy chose a different torture, and pressed his lips against her neck in a single, agonising, fucking crucifying kiss. "What makes you think you'll be rid of me in death?" Hermione couldn't help but shiver as his lips glided up to the shell of her ear, goading her, threatening her in a lovers whisper, "What makes you think I won't follow you there, just so our game never has to end?"
"Salazar, I fucking loathe you mudblood.” His hips snapped up harder on the word, extenuating the insult, and it punched the air in her lungs. "You have no fucking idea-" he sucked on her neck, biting down on her collar bone as his thrusts grew faster, more frantic. "-how much I hate you.”
Suddenly, both his hands flew into her hair. His forearms bracketed either side of her face and he held himself up on his elbows. She hissed as he pulled her head up and made her watch the place where their bodies were connected. "Look, Granger.” He panted. "Look at how well we fit together." Her breath hitched as she watched his cock slowly sliding into her. And then out. And then back in. It was a beautiful thing to watch , to see him disappearing inside her. Hypnotic. Sensual.
꒰🎭꒱ secrets and masks by emerald_slytherin
‘He may be a demon by name, but I refuse to believe that a man who tore off his wings, only to use them as a shield to protect his family, could ever truly be soulless.’
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“Till death do us part' you say?"
She felt the air whirl around her face as he inhaled, and just when Hermione thought he might take pity on her, just when she thought he might grant her the mercy of death, Malfoy chose a different torture, and pressed his lips against her neck in a single, agonising, fucking crucifying kiss.
“What makes you think you'll be rid of me in death?" Hermione couldn't help but shiver as his lips glided up to the shell of her ear, goading her, threatening her in a lover's whisper. "What makes you think I won't follow you there, just so our game never has to end?”
***
“I'd let Theo decapitate a thousand of your muggle soldiers. He can display their heads on my mantlepiece if that's what it takes to make him feel whole again."
“Is that what will happen when Voldemort decides that I've outlived my useless?"
Her question seemed to take him off guard. His expression fell, the fake smirk crumbled as quickly as he'd forged it.
“Are you going to just stand there when he sends me to the gallows? And watch while he orders one of you to cut my head off?"
His eyes twitched, not quite a flinch, but it wasn't nothing either. “Are you going to hide behind your Occlumency walls while Theo parades my head around like it's a toy? Are you going to smile then?"
She wondered what his reaction might have been if his walls weren't up. Wondered what his expression might have been if he weren't protecting himself behind his icy shield. If the thought of her head being thrown carelessly around by his best friend might have been unsettling for him. If it might splinter that cold, dead heart of his, make him feel something for someone else who wasn't his family.If there were cracks, he didn't let them show.
His eyes were grey and lifeless. All traces of blue were snuffed out, along with the little shreds of kindness that accompanied them.
He looked her up and down, rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, and then he scoffed cruelly.
Despite the malicious mask he wore on his face, he spoke the next few words very softly. He whispered them, almost caressing her with each syllable, and Hermione didn't know if they were a threat on her life, or a vow to keep her forever.
“Do you honestly believe that I would let you go that easily?”
***
“I'd travel,” he said out of nowhere, derailing her train of thought.
“Travel?" she asked, the water still warm around her. "Where would you go?"
“Everywhere. I'd see everything. I'd do everything. Live what life I've got left in me to the fullest."
Suddenly, her mind went back to the pictures on his wall. The landscapes. The lakes. The mountains. Maybe the pictures on his wall weren't just pictures at all. Maybe they were more like windows, windows into another life, another life that he wished he could have, places he wanted to go, but didn't think he'd get to see.
“You could come with me.”
Hermione scoffed and splashed him again. "Come with you? Have you lost the plot?"
“Does that really sound so bad? Me and you. Alone. Travelling the world together. Fighting and fucking in every country until we're old and grey. The thrill of it would keep us young for years."
“We wouldn't get old and grey - we'd kill each other within a few years."
“Maybe." He leaned closer, closing the distance between them, and it took everything in Hermione not to shiver as his cold hand found her knee, and slowly glided up her leg to rest on her hip. "But think of the fun we'd have."
She shook her head and laughed, and although she smacked his hand away, she couldn't help but smile with him. “In another life, I think I would have liked that.”
“Another life.” He smiled as he leaned back against his side of the bath. "Yes, in another life, maybe.”
***
She could do this. They could do this; they just needed to trust one another and work together. Once upon a time she'd have scoffed at the irony of it all. A Death Eater and the Golden Girl, fighting side by side, relying on each other to save the others life while two grotesquely large beasts looked at them with hunger in their eyes. It was all so horribly poetic it was almost funny.
“Just do what I tell you and follow my lead." Hermione looked at Malfoy out the corner of her eye. "Do you have my back?"
Blue-grey eyes met hers for a moment before he smirked. "Do you even have to ask, little lion?”
***
“Granger, I-" He cut himself off and rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, like he didn't know how to say the words.
She recognised that look, she'd seen it on him before. And without even saying it, Hermione knew what he was trying to ask.
“Don't worry, I'll come back," Hermione finished for him. "I'll come back to you."
He scoffed quietly and his lips twitched into a small smirk. "Make sure that you do.”
And then, despite the battle going on around them, Malfoy grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. It only lasted a second, they couldn't afford to take their eyes off the battle any longer, but that kiss spoke a thousand words.
The way he held the back of her head told her that he never wanted to let her go, that he didn't want to let her go now, even though it was for the best.
The way he chased her mouth when she started to pull away, the way he dragged her lips back to hers just so he could steal that second more told her that he wished they had more time, that he wasn't ready to let her go yet, just like she wasn't ready either.
And the way he kissed her, so passionately and so publicly, in front of generations of Death Eaters who'd looked up to him for leadership and who wanted her dead, it told her that she was his.
His for all to see. His for as long as they had.
He told her everything she needed to know without ever uttering a single syllable.
“One grave," he said. "I want you to bury us together.”
malfoy in pain is just a whole nother level of pain
"Does that really sound so bad? Me and you. Alone. Travelling the world together. Fighting and fucking in every country until we're old and grey. The thrill of it would keep us young for years."
"We wouldn't get old and grey - we'd kill each other within a few years."
"Maybe. But I think of the fun we'd have."
"In another life, I think I would have liked that."
"Another life. Yes, in another life, maybe."