Inside Your Mind

if i could turn back the hands of time

If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time - R.Kelly

November 1st 1999

'Draco.' Hermione whimpered. There were tears in her eyes, running down her cheeks, splashing onto the red silk dress that, only hours earlier, had taken Draco's breath away.

'Don't talk.' Draco snapped.

'Please, Draco. You don't have to do this.' Hermione pleaded.

She was on her knees, bound by magical ropes, and Draco's face contorted in pain at the sight.

'You don't understand.' He shouted through gritted teeth, pointing his wand at her. 'I have to do this.'

'You don't have to do it.' Hermione urged. 'Let me go, Draco, please.'

'I have to kill you,' Draco muttered as tears leaked from the corner of his eyes. 'Or he's going to kill me.'

'I thought you were different.' Hermione whispered, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

Draco let a half sob-half choke escape his throat, dropping his wand slightly, before taking a deep breath and lifting his wand back up to point directly at Hermione's heart.

'I'm doing this for you.' Draco promised. He wished he could kiss her one last time.

'Draco-.' Hermione began but he cut her off in a flash of blinding green light.

As her now lifeless body slumped to the floor, eyes empty as they stared up at the ceiling, Draco fell to his knees and sobbed into her trademark curls.

Draco woke gasping for air. Which was soon followed with a frustrated sigh.

The last six months had consisted of the same nightmare and he was honestly sick of it. It haunted him, but he only had himself to blame, what else did he expect?

Blaise had been right of course, Draco would come to regret his decision eventually, but he was determined never to let his dark haired Slytherin friend find out. Ever. The boy didn't need any more boosting to his ego. Especially if it was from Draco admitting that the boy had been right.

After checking the time, 5:43am, and deciding that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, Draco made his way into his en-suite bathroom to make the most of a full hot water tank before the others could drain it like they usually did.

As the hot water seared his skin, washing away the sweat that glistened on his body as a reminder of the recurring nightmare, Draco considered how much had changed and how much he had changed with it.

Less than two years ago, had you asked Draco who he would be living with in the future, he probably would have said anyone but Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley. Blaise wasn't too far fetched in the grand scheme of things, he was the closest thing to a best friend that Draco had, but Ginny was almost laughable in how odd of a choice she was as one of his housemates. Six months ago Draco had asked Blaise if he wanted to share a house in Muggle London as the Hogwarts Express made its way to Kings Cross after their graduation and he'd accepted straight away. Of course, a few days later, it was with Blaise's firm insistence that Ginny lived with them too that Draco found he had acquired two housemates for the price of one.