Do you hate me?" Draco stood in midst of the bloodied battlefield, stinking of rotting flesh and open bones.
" Does it even matter?"
"For me- it does"
"I didn't know you cared"
" I do now"
Hermione Granger took a deep breath - even though she knew she would take in thestench of nothing but rotting flesh. It was a battlefield after all.
" Do you want me to be honest, Malfoy"
" I do"
" Well- I did - not for who you were, but for how you treated me"
"Square and fair" Malfoy smirked- but it the one she never ever witnessed before; it had no malice at all.A tinge of sadness, maybe.
" But I don't hate you now. It's not your fault, entirely how you have turned out to be. You have been walking on the path your parents paved for you- until now"
Draco smiled genuinely- for the first time.
"But I am happy that you are changing"
"But, It's too late, Granger"
" Hey, it's never too late. We are just 18"
" Granger- it's too late"
Hermione went blank. Suddenly, with a blink of an eye- the scenery in front of her changed; and she found herself in the middle of an eternal stretch of purple field full of bloomed lavenders. It was covered by a blue sky above- with a tint of smoky pearl white- the clouds. The stench was replaced by the sweet scent
Draco Malfoy stood in front of her - his grey strands swayed with the sweet wind.
"Thank you, Hermione"
The girl stood speechless as the blonde casually made his way towards her. He stooped towards her level as he whispered something in her ear. The words were so soft yet so painful.
A tear shed from her eye.
And that's when she woke up.