Кассандра Клэр - Draco Veritas

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This fanfiction is an AU: Alternate Universe. It was written in the year following Goblet of Fire and does not incorporate material from OOTP, HBP or JK Rowling's fansite, all of which post-date it. It posits a universe in which Sirius is still alive, and so is Dumbledore; Fudge remains Minister of Magic, Luna Lovegood does not exist, Blaise Zabini is a girl, Ginny's full name is Virginia, and so on.

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“I don’t know what I want to do,” Harry said. “There’s almost nothing I’m sure of, Hermione. Nothing except that I know I want to be with you.”

She looked at him sadly. Her eyes were still bright, though the tears hadn’t yet spilled down her cheeks. She said, “I’m not enough. Not enough to hang your whole life on. Some day you’d figure out exactly what it is you do want and then you’d hate me for not letting you find it out earlier…”

He moved towards her and this time she didn’t move away, just stood slumped against the balustrade as if all the strength had gone out of her.

“I would never hate you,” he said.

“I went to the Mirror of Erised once,” she said, “and looked in it — though I knew better, even then — and in it, I saw myself alone. And I was horrified — I thought maybe it meant I didn’t really love you. Or that I couldn’t love. And then when all that happened with Ron, I thought maybe I’d gone mad and didn’t know what I was doing. That was a bad time for me, Harry. But I realized, later, when I saw you in Romania, what the mirror was telling me. I do want to be alone, I need to be alone, so that I can know who I am and you can know who you are. Because only then can we really choose to be with each other.”

“You sound so calm,” Harry said, looking down into the garden. The wind was blowing the rose petals from the afternoon’s ceremony across the grass in small white tornadoes. “I suppose you’ve been getting used to this, over all these months.”

“I’m not calm,” Hermione said tightly. “I’m terrified.” Her hand was at her throat again and he realized what it was that she was holding: the blue glass ring he had meant to give her at Christmas, that he had thrown against the wall instead. A silver thread ran through it, where it had cracked but not shattered.

“I could fix that, if you wanted,” Harry said, taking another step towards her and touching the ring lightly with his fingertips.

“No,” she said, letting go of the chain so that the ring slithered down the front of her dress. “I like it the way it is.”

“Flawed?”

She looked up at him, half-startled. “Flawed but perfect,” she said.

His hand brushed her hair. “This is really what you want?”

“It’s not what I want.” She shivered. “It’s what I know. You think I’m not terrified? Terrified if I let you go you won’t ever come back to me?”

“I’ll always come back to you,” he said, and was startled when she threw her arms around him, burying her face in the front of his shirt. He could feel her shaking, as if she were crying, though she made no noise.

“I love you,” he said. “I should have said it before, when I asked you. I’ll always love you.”

“I know,” she said, into his shirt. “I love you, too. Sometimes I wish I loved you less. This is too hard. I can’t do it. I can’t.” The last word ended on a wail, and Harry tightened his arms around her, feeling the sharp edge of the ring she wore around her neck as it dug into his skin.

“Don’t,” he said. “There’s never been anything you couldn’t do, once you set your mind to it.”

At that, Hermione actually laughed a little, and pulled away, looking up at him with too-bright eyes. “That’s so typically Harry Potter,” she said.

“Now you’re trying to make me feel better about not marrying you?”

His hands slid to her waist, and to her surprise, he lifted her up suddenly so that she was sitting on top of the marble balustrade. Now her head was higher than his and she was looking down at him, her hands braced on his shoulders. “You’ll come around,” he said. “Eventually.”

She leaned down until the silk rose in her hair brushed his cheek. “And in the meantime, you’ll try to have fun, right?”

“I’ll do my best,” he said, and lifted his face so that she only had to lean down a fraction for their lips to touch. She slid down from the balustrade as they kissed, balancing precariously on the tips of her high-heeled shoes. Framed against the lights of the French doors, their clearly outlined silhouettes seemed to soften and reform as they clung together, two separate shadows melding into one.

* * *

When Ginny came back into the ballroom, she searched in vain for Draco.

He was nowhere to be found. At first, she thought he must still be with Harry, but after dancing with several partners, including Viktor Krum, a Malfoy cousin or some such with slightly crossed eyes, and Aidan Lynch (

“He’s all grabby, like an octopus,” Blaise warned her, not untruthfully), she saw Harry and Hermione come in to the ballrom through a set of French doors. They were holding hands, Harry’s former air of despondency having entirely vanished.

Ginny looked around the ballroom with a sinking heart. Perhaps Draco had found some other girl in the interim and gone off to snog with her in the gardens? After all, they had never established that this was a date, of the serious date variety. Technically she still wasn’t quite broken up with Seamus — in fact, if she were entirely honest with herself, she still hadn’t decided what to do about that love potion.

“You all right?” said a voice at her elbow. It was Charlie, looking concerned and a little rumpled. She wondered if it was just something about being a teacher: they all seemed to wind up looking as if they’d been crumpled up and left to straighten out on their own. Charlie’s hair was rumpled and his tie creased, but his expression was bright and cheerful. “You look a bit confused. Where’s your boy?”

It took Ginny a moment to realize he meant Seamus. “Oh, he was called away at the last minute. Family thing,” she said, vaguely.

“That explains his sudden dash from the wedding,” said Charlie. “And why you were dancing with Draco—“

“You haven’t seen him, have you?” Ginny asked. “Draco, I mean.”

“He was talking to Albus,” said Charlie slowly. “And then, I think, he went upstairs — it looked as if he stopped to say goodnight to Sirius and Narcissa, so I’d guess he probably isn’t coming down again.” He paused at her expression. “Is that bad news?”

Speechless for a moment, Ginny glanced around the room again, as if Draco might reappear, despite Charlie’s words. She saw Ron and Blaise, seated in a corner, their heads close together, Harry and Hermione dancing, Sirius and Narcissa, hand in hand, laughing with Professor Lupin by the ice sculpture. She lifted her chin. “Not bad news, no,” she said. “I’m glad you told me.”

Charlie looked baffled. “Hey, if you—“ he began, but by the time he got to the end of his sentence, she was already walking out of the room.

* * *

“Hiding up here, are you?”

“I’m not sure one can be said to be hiding, precisely,” he said gently, “if one is in one’s own room. At the very least, it’s not a very effective method of concealing oneself.”

“I didn’t say you were hiding from me,” she said, crossly.

Draco’s eyebrows went up. “Then who…?” His mouth curled at the corners. “I see,” he said. “You mean I’m hiding from myself, don’t you?

Now that’s insightful. Really, you can just see right through me like a pane of glass, Ginny Weasley.”

She shook her head. “What did Dumbledore say to you? You weren’t acting like this before.”

“How do you know I talked to —“ He broke off and shrugged. “I doubt it’s old Albus,” he said. “I think it’s far more likely that I’m sobering up. I apologize if I was inappropriate. I tend to get flirtatious when I’m drunk.”

“You weren’t drunk. I didn’t see you go near the punch table all night.”

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