A/N: None of these characters are invented by me, nor are they in my
position. All characters are all © J.K.Rowling
~*~Fallen Angel~*~
Prologue
"'Avada Kedavra!'
A cold, cruel laugh echoed trough the Dungeon.
'Ron, Ron...!'
Ron fell lifeless on the ground, his eyes staring blankly in front of him. His face wore a somewhat amazed look
She jumped towards him, and touched his check. It was cold as ice.
'Move along, you silly girl. That doesn't make any difference any more.' Said an high-pitched voice that set your teeth on edge.
'NOOOOOOOOO!' "
Hermione Granger woke up with a start, wheezing, beads of perspiration stood on her brow.
She inhaled a few times slowly, and looked trough the dimly lit bedroom; rays of light had found their way in trough some chinks in the curtains. Clearly sunrise had already past.
She groaned when she found a boy lying next to her in bed.
'Fuck off!' she said wearily.
Hermione started to push the boy out of her bed.
'Huh?' he said drowsily.
'I said: "Fuck off!" ' She didn't remember the boy's name anymore.
The boy just stared at her.
'Are you going to move your fucking ass, or do I need to curse you out?' she threatened.
The boy jumped out of the bed immediately and started to look for his clothes, which were scattered everywhere in the room.
'Hurry up.' Hermione said with an annoyed voice.
She heard the boy leaving her apartment, she was still breathing heavily.
This had not been the first time she slept with a boy without even knowing his name, nor this had been the first time she had had that nightmare.
She got out of bed, and put on a black dressing gown which was lying next to it.
The silk sensed good against her completely naked body. Hermione sauntered towards the kitchen, and plumped down on a chair.
Head in her hands.
The picture of Ron lying dead burned on her retina.
Why did he have to die?
***
Hermione Granger is seventeen, and has just finished her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, Ron's death in April is still etched on her memory. Hermione has withdrawn her from everyone ever since, she can't forget neither can she forgive the one who made Ron fight against He Who Must Not Be Named: Harry Potter. Hermione starts to block all emotions, and tries to find happiness and pleasure in shagging boys she doesn't even know. Slowly she creates a new desire: she wants to join the Dark Lord, and fight on his side with all the consequences that may have.
So here it begins, the sad story of a fallen angel...
***
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter or Prologue actually. I know it is short, but I promise my next "real" chapter will be much longer. As you've read, this was quite an innocent chapter. People who don't like sex, angst, or intimidation do better not to read the story. But well, I hope you do read it of course. And people, I can't say it enough: PLEASE REVIEW! You would do me such great favour if you do.
Love, Silmarwen Nenmacil
~*~Fallen Angel~*~
Prologue
"'Avada Kedavra!'
A cold, cruel laugh echoed trough the Dungeon.
'Ron, Ron...!'
Ron fell lifeless on the ground, his eyes staring blankly in front of him. His face wore a somewhat amazed look
She jumped towards him, and touched his check. It was cold as ice.
'Move along, you silly girl. That doesn't make any difference any more.' Said an high-pitched voice that set your teeth on edge.
'NOOOOOOOOO!' "
Hermione Granger woke up with a start, wheezing, beads of perspiration stood on her brow.
She inhaled a few times slowly, and looked trough the dimly lit bedroom; rays of light had found their way in trough some chinks in the curtains. Clearly sunrise had already past.
She groaned when she found a boy lying next to her in bed.
'Fuck off!' she said wearily.
Hermione started to push the boy out of her bed.
'Huh?' he said drowsily.
'I said: "Fuck off!" ' She didn't remember the boy's name anymore.
The boy just stared at her.
'Are you going to move your fucking ass, or do I need to curse you out?' she threatened.
The boy jumped out of the bed immediately and started to look for his clothes, which were scattered everywhere in the room.
'Hurry up.' Hermione said with an annoyed voice.
She heard the boy leaving her apartment, she was still breathing heavily.
This had not been the first time she slept with a boy without even knowing his name, nor this had been the first time she had had that nightmare.
She got out of bed, and put on a black dressing gown which was lying next to it.
The silk sensed good against her completely naked body. Hermione sauntered towards the kitchen, and plumped down on a chair.
Head in her hands.
The picture of Ron lying dead burned on her retina.
Why did he have to die?
***
Hermione Granger is seventeen, and has just finished her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, Ron's death in April is still etched on her memory. Hermione has withdrawn her from everyone ever since, she can't forget neither can she forgive the one who made Ron fight against He Who Must Not Be Named: Harry Potter. Hermione starts to block all emotions, and tries to find happiness and pleasure in shagging boys she doesn't even know. Slowly she creates a new desire: she wants to join the Dark Lord, and fight on his side with all the consequences that may have.
So here it begins, the sad story of a fallen angel...
***
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter or Prologue actually. I know it is short, but I promise my next "real" chapter will be much longer. As you've read, this was quite an innocent chapter. People who don't like sex, angst, or intimidation do better not to read the story. But well, I hope you do read it of course. And people, I can't say it enough: PLEASE REVIEW! You would do me such great favour if you do.
Love, Silmarwen Nenmacil