It’s another Dramione 
I’ve never been great at sappy and sad writing but this is actually my best so far... (I'm working on it pretty much).
The song is Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt. I know it’s a song about break-up but I’m not using it in that way (never knew how hard it could be! 
) That’s why some parts I’m just taking out because it’s more direct about it...
So about... half the song will be missing, but whatever!
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the characters, I don’t own the song, but this storyline is mine! 
Backstory: Draco and Hermione ran away together, they were willing to do anything to be together. They knew what would happen if they were caught, but they took the risk.
Story: A year after running away from the Death Eaters, Draco is found with Hermione and is taken by the Death Eaters. They take him back to the Malfoy Manor and lock him up in a dungeon. It’s him thinking back on the past year with Hermione. Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
Bleakness clouded Draco as he sat in the dungeon of his own home. He didn’t care about his welfare; he was more worried about Hermione. What happened to her after they took him away? Was she dead? Did she escape? All Draco would do was hope, hope that she lived and hope he could escape and find her once more.
Draco took in his plain surroundings; stone. Everything was marble and stone in the manor. Pulling his legs close to him, he dropped his head onto his knees and let the tears he had fought so hard to keep in fall. Tears of sadness, tears of worry, tears of love.
Memories flooded him, how he told Hermione they’d be fine, that they’d be safe. He knew that she knew it was a lie, they knew what would happen if they were found, but she lived with it, she stayed with him.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
Many hours passed by in dreariness. Draco had lost control of his emotions, he never knew what love could cause until the dreadful moment of the Death Eaters storming his house... dragging him away... capturing Hermione... the last he saw was a crowd of six Death Eaters with their wands at Hermione. If they killed her or if they tortured her was a question left unanswered to him. He never knew what love felt like, he never knew if it even existed until he was forced to live in the same common room as Hermione in 7th year.
Draco sniffed lightly, and he swore he smelled the aroma of rosemary. He then saw Hermione and smelled the fragrance of rosemary coming from her. It was a calming scent to him, it reminded him of why he even abandoned his old life.
It was blown away by the sound of the stone door groaning open.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
It was the Death Eaters. They came in on The Dark Lord’s request to torture the truth out of Draco. He didn’t let out a word, the excruciating pain stopped him. When he was on the brink of insanity, his mind raced back to the day he found out he and Hermione were having a baby girl, already 6 months ago. Draco’s hope of him and Hermione living long enough to see the face of their child, Jewel, to watch her grow up, to live through this and spend his life with the two he loved and held close to him, kept him from loosing himself in the arduous physical and emotional pain he suffered.
Draco didn’t say anything to the Death Eaters. They kept telling him it was worthless, that ‘your pregnant mudblood is dead’. Draco denied it, he couldn’t let them tear him apart on the inside even more. He refused to believe it.
“Worthless piece of scum,” a recognizable voice spat. Draco knew his father’s voice all to well, especially when it came to put-downs. Lucius kicked Draco sharply in the stomach and left his son to wallow in agony.
The hours dragged into days and Draco hadn’t seen any light in a long while. His face was stained with both fresh and dry tears, he started to think Hermione was dead. He rolled onto his side and felt something poke him.
Pulling out what poked him, Draco realized they hadn’t taken his wand. He tried to blow the doorway, but the magical protection around the manor made it impossible. He looked at the wand, and it seemed to turn into Hermione.
“Don’t give up, Draco,” her soft, melodic voice told him.
“I love you,” he breathed desperately.
Tears blurring his vision, Draco couldn’t take it. He had gone for too long without knowing if his love was dead or not. He had gone to long with no love in his life and he couldn’t live without it anymore.
Blinking lightly so he could see, Draco looked at his wand and took in a deep breath.
“Avada Kedavra.”
I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you. 
Goodbye My Lover Sa13+ 
