Supposedly take place in HPHBP, though time sequence might be messed up. AU. Slightly OOC but I'm trying.
Disclaimer: not mine. Or else my pottermore email would be in my inbox since day one.
"Enemies of The Heir Beware," you'll be next mudblood.
Hands roaming urgently up and down her slender body.
Puff of smokes drawn out from their heavy breaths, mingled together through searing kiss.
Bodies drawing closer, pressing for what little bit of warmth can be offered from one another in such cold, winter morning.
Cries and grunts of passion screamed as they fought to get faster, harder rhythm.
Wand drawn.
"Obliviate."
Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy. The last of students you could imagine lying in an icy cold cave as naked as the day they were born. Contemplating what she just did moments ago, Hermione stood and gathered her clothes, putting them on in haste as he, spent, lie down at the cave's floor with empty look in his eyes. She has 5 minutes before he comes back to reality from the forceful spell she just casted. "Scourgify" she mutter silently, pointing her wand toward his body, conjured a blanket and cover his body with it as silent tear made way down her cheeks.
It was time to leave.
The war was raging and it does not makes sense if she stays. She's supposed to be out there preparing for Voldemort's rise for godric's sake! She wasn't supposed to be fraternizing with the enemy.
She wasn't supposed to be in love with him.
They weren't supposed to fall for each other.
3 months ago
Hermione Granger was on her way to the library when a loud cracking sound elicited from the bathroom. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Clutching her book bag to her chest, wand drawn, she quietly slipped into the bathroom. "Sectumsempra!" Harry's voice was no stranger to her ears, although she cannot see the person the spell was intended to, only a yell and a thud. Then a flustered Harry ran out of the bathroom looking petrified, he doesn't even noticed her standing in the sidelines looking scared for the world as Harry's scornful expression passed her by.
When the bathroom door was slammed shut, she noticed a pool of blood making its way around an unconscious body lying on the floor. With closer inspection, she noticed it was none other than her nemesis, Draco Malfoy. Drawing in heavy breaths in pain, eyes winced close and a small shudder went through his body every once in a while. With a squeak she stepped closer and drawn out her wand once more, "Malfoy?" she mumble, unsure whether or not he heard her, "Malfoy!" one more, harsher, and his eyes stare up to look at hers. A smile playing at his lips as if he welcomes death and she was bringing it to him. Cold ran down her spine when he closes her eyes again, the smile faltering as pain shot through him when he tried to move his limbs.
"Vulnera sanentur. Tergeo. Ferula." She muttered, pointing her wand to different sides of his body, healing the wound, cleaning it, and left.
A/N: I suck at writing really. English is not my first language but I'm trying. Anyone interested to beta my stories? (or this one at least, since I just started)
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