Story: White Crushed Rose Petals

Summary: (DracoTomHermione)(AlternateUniverse) The gravestone of a dead Dark Lord brings back many memories.

Elena: Only AU because, er, for annoying technicalities.

White Crushed Rose Petals

Memories came ramming full speed at her heart and she stepped back in pain, clutching a hand to her chest in agony. Just the hollow stone and engravement brought memories to her and she felt tears escape her eyes. She knelt down in front of his grave, brushing her hands over the stone. A note was folded up beside it and Hermione unraveled it.

Sighing, she recognised the handwriting. Countless letters with the same script were torn and thrown in the garbage of her flat, mocking her and teasing her. Memories came up from reading the name over again.

Harshness and cruelty assaulted her mind, thoughts of kisses and hugs, and soft dark curls between her fingers. Soft, dark curls caught in her fingers, relieving her ecstasy and passion by clenching them-giving him as much pain as he was giving her.

Memories of talking to Draco-"I'm working for the Dark Lord, Hermione. We can't be anymore." "You aren't working for the Dark Lord, Draco-" she had told him, "-you're in love with Tom and will do anything he says." It was truth, stabbing her heart with the stake of love. More like lust. She wasn't in love with him. He simply attracted her attention.

"You're in love with him too, you know." She shook her head. "You are. I simply enjoy spending my nighttime with him. And I have a free consciousness, so I can stay with him or leave him and it won't matter. Whether I'm grasping his soft hair, Draco, kissing his soft lips. It was okay-it was satisfying." She had teased, knowing that he couldn't have a relationship with the ruler.

"Shut up." He had told her, and she had. She loved seeing him hurt-the way he had hurt her. The way Tom had hurt her. The way everyone hurt her, by thinking that they could just come by and tell her to do something and expect her to do it.

More memories-of Tom speaking softly to her, holding her quietly, kissing her softly, wiping her tears. But, he wasn't here to wipe her tears at the moment. She let them fall and inhaled softly, standing up, dropping the delicate white roses by his grave.

She sank to her knees again, her knee landing softly on the white roses. She had crushed them-but it was all right. Tom had crushed her-crushed her softly and painfully. She wished that if she had his soft curls in her hand that she had the ability to yank the pretty hair from his head, but she knew she couldn't do it.

A hand was placed on her shoulder. "It'll be all right."

She shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. "It'll never be all right, Malfoy." He brushed the tears from his eyes, surprisingly, not having to turn her around.

"Go home, Granger." He said softly.

"Go die, Malfoy." She replied hoarsely.

"I did, dear." He joked. "My gravestone is right over there."

"You want me to crush some roses over there too?" She said, before standing and leaving, brushing a crushed rose petal from the knee of her pants. Draco sighed and knelt down, picking up the crushed roses and sticking them in the flower holder.

"No need, Granger, you've crushed my heart.Tom Marvolo Riddle.

White Crushed Rose Petals