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crossoverficTitle: Using His Hands To Break Me
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rosie1234
Fandom: Harry Potter/Supernatural
Pairings: Hermione/Sam, Dean, Ruby
Table: Table General #2
Prompt: Addiction
Word Count: 582
Summary: Hermione tries to save Sam from himself.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not Mine
“Why are you still here, Granger? After everything I’ve done to you, after every scar, you shouldn’t still be by my side.”
He opened the door hoping I would finally leave him alone in his madness, to go on killing himself with each sip from that demon’s veins (using it to lead him away from me), but I was not about to let him go without a fight.
(the broken bones and deep gouges are proof of that)
“A few cruel words and few damn scratches are not enough to drive me away, Sam.”
I had watched as Dean walked away, the marks on his neck turning a bright red (while Sam was regretting it seconds after), reaching out for me to follow in the back turning.
Taking his hand would have been the smart thing to do, the chance of dying at the hands of the man I love was growing as he fell deeper into addiction, but when it comes to my heart I never seem to think.
“You should leave before I really hurt you, Hermione, I don’t know if I could live with myself.”
I searched his eyes for the man I had loved before this all started, the one that I whispered about magic to like school children (who was good in every way), but instead I saw a junkie in need of a fix.
(I held my wand wanting to end his demon blood bank before he could be poisoned even more)
“Sammy, if you tried to kill me I would be the one still alive. I wish I could say that I couldn’t kill you in the end but I would if I had to. ”
When I kiss his lips, the ones that had been used to lie to me countless times (instead of kisses he left cuts), the only thing I taste is that damn blood and remember how my body broke so easily under his fists.
(hoping no friend of mine ever found out because it would be a bad day for Sammy)
“I need to go to her, Hermione, I need more of it and you won’t be able to stop me.”
The moment he felt the need for blood dragging him down everything changed, no more remorse for us battered loved ones now only the want was at home, and he was ready to bowl me over to get to it.
“I highly doubt that, babe.”
He tried to push me to the side, once again trying to overtake the tiny girl (choosing that damn poison over me) never believing I could fight back, with the flick of my wand I was the one who sent him flying.
“Is he out, Granger?”
I stood over Sammy trying hard not to feel like I was betraying him, making myself remember that all of this was for his own good, and watched as Dean pulled him off to his own personal rehab.
(racking my giant brain for the perfect spell to put everything right and failing)
“Yes, you can take him to the cell.”
The words were hollow, silently wishing I had taken Dean’s hand and ran for the hills before everything came to its tragic end (when he blamed me for it all), as I helped Dean try and save him life for the hundredth time.
(wondering if I had truly forgiven him for pain caused by his hands alone)
“You’re saving his life, Hermione, we both are.”
“I hope so.”
Author:
rosie1234Fandom: Harry Potter/Supernatural
Pairings: Hermione/Sam, Dean, Ruby
Table: Table General #2
Prompt: Addiction
Word Count: 582
Summary: Hermione tries to save Sam from himself.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not Mine
“Why are you still here, Granger? After everything I’ve done to you, after every scar, you shouldn’t still be by my side.”
He opened the door hoping I would finally leave him alone in his madness, to go on killing himself with each sip from that demon’s veins (using it to lead him away from me), but I was not about to let him go without a fight.
(the broken bones and deep gouges are proof of that)
“A few cruel words and few damn scratches are not enough to drive me away, Sam.”
I had watched as Dean walked away, the marks on his neck turning a bright red (while Sam was regretting it seconds after), reaching out for me to follow in the back turning.
Taking his hand would have been the smart thing to do, the chance of dying at the hands of the man I love was growing as he fell deeper into addiction, but when it comes to my heart I never seem to think.
“You should leave before I really hurt you, Hermione, I don’t know if I could live with myself.”
I searched his eyes for the man I had loved before this all started, the one that I whispered about magic to like school children (who was good in every way), but instead I saw a junkie in need of a fix.
(I held my wand wanting to end his demon blood bank before he could be poisoned even more)
“Sammy, if you tried to kill me I would be the one still alive. I wish I could say that I couldn’t kill you in the end but I would if I had to. ”
When I kiss his lips, the ones that had been used to lie to me countless times (instead of kisses he left cuts), the only thing I taste is that damn blood and remember how my body broke so easily under his fists.
(hoping no friend of mine ever found out because it would be a bad day for Sammy)
“I need to go to her, Hermione, I need more of it and you won’t be able to stop me.”
The moment he felt the need for blood dragging him down everything changed, no more remorse for us battered loved ones now only the want was at home, and he was ready to bowl me over to get to it.
“I highly doubt that, babe.”
He tried to push me to the side, once again trying to overtake the tiny girl (choosing that damn poison over me) never believing I could fight back, with the flick of my wand I was the one who sent him flying.
“Is he out, Granger?”
I stood over Sammy trying hard not to feel like I was betraying him, making myself remember that all of this was for his own good, and watched as Dean pulled him off to his own personal rehab.
(racking my giant brain for the perfect spell to put everything right and failing)
“Yes, you can take him to the cell.”
The words were hollow, silently wishing I had taken Dean’s hand and ran for the hills before everything came to its tragic end (when he blamed me for it all), as I helped Dean try and save him life for the hundredth time.
(wondering if I had truly forgiven him for pain caused by his hands alone)
“You’re saving his life, Hermione, we both are.”
“I hope so.”
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