Roses
"Miss Granger? Did you hear me?" The voice of Hermione's stern transfigurations demanded. Hermione looked around the now empty classroom. "What.what did you say?" the young girl asked. "I said did you hear me?" He demanded. The cold breeze took her by surprise. The dark forest stood to her left, glowing dimly to her right was the castle. "Are you gonna do it?" "Hermione? Are you feeling alright?" She jumped when McGonagall's hand touched her shoulder. "Yes, professor. I'm fine," she gave a weak smile and gathered her books. "Oh, Miss Granger, you forgot this one," McGonagall smiled and held out the book. He thrust the small pistol into her hand. "Make it clean, but have some fun," he gave her a wicked smile and disappeared into the trees. She stared at the gun in her hand, gently caressing her cheek with it. "On Sunday a close friend will reveal a nasty secret," Harry decided, laughing with Ron as they made their fake predictions. "Hey, Hermione, what do you think should happen next?" It was warm in her hand she would never forget that. He had said keep it clean, but then where was the fun? His gasps for breath only made her smile. Watching him suffer, now that was fun. "You're not hungry?" Ron asked. The breakfast table was filled with nothing to appealing. Hermione jumped, seeing his pale face. "You're dead." "This is going to be hard, you love him. I can tell," his voice held no mercy, "It will be worth it." she shuddered as he ran his finger over her lips, the metallic flavor filled her mouth, she savored it. "- Need to get more sleep," Hermione stared at the dancing red flames. "What?" she asked, but when she looked up, the common room was empty. The thorn pricked her finger. A beautiful white rose, a drop of red blood. It ran down her finger, soft and warm. She licked it off. "Did it taste good?" Harry asked and bit into his own ruby apple. Hermione stared at the half eaten apple in her hand. It sprayed on her face as she straddled his lifeless body. Rubbing his blood down her face and arms, she never felt so warm. "Miss Granger I recommend you pay attention," Snape glared down at her. The fire lashed out at her bare toes, it hurt. "Keep it clean, but have some fun." "Miss Granger." "Hermione." "Hey mudblood." "You said-" "Are you feeling alright?" "-You'd do it." "A nasty secret." "Did it taste good?" "It will be worth it." "Hermione?" "Do it!" "What do you think?" "Do it!!" "You want to." "Did it taste good?" "I can tell." "Please, choose your weapon." The gun and the rose lay on the pillow. She pricked her finger, letting the blood drip onto the white petals, such a pretty color. "Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked. Hermione spun around, "you're dead!" The shot rang out. She didn't realize it was even in her hand. Ron fell to the dew covered grass, gasping and holding his wounded chest. "You're not hungry?" Ron asked seeing her empty plate. She straddled his waist, he was dead. " Soft and warm." She rubbed his blood down her cheeks. "Hermione, you haven't eaten in days," Ron said. "What did you say?" " I said did you hear me?" he asked. "Miss Granger, I really do suggest you pay attention." "Keep it clean-" "Miss Granger, don't forget this one," the pistol in her hands. "Did it taste good?" Harry asked. "Did what?" She returned. "The blood." " I said, keep it clean." "You're not hungry?" Ron asked. Hermione stared at him, "You're dead." "Here, have an apple," Ron said as he tossed her the rose. "It's not there," she muttered. "What isn't there?" "The blood."
"Miss Granger? Did you hear me?" The voice of Hermione's stern transfigurations demanded. Hermione looked around the now empty classroom. "What.what did you say?" the young girl asked. "I said did you hear me?" He demanded. The cold breeze took her by surprise. The dark forest stood to her left, glowing dimly to her right was the castle. "Are you gonna do it?" "Hermione? Are you feeling alright?" She jumped when McGonagall's hand touched her shoulder. "Yes, professor. I'm fine," she gave a weak smile and gathered her books. "Oh, Miss Granger, you forgot this one," McGonagall smiled and held out the book. He thrust the small pistol into her hand. "Make it clean, but have some fun," he gave her a wicked smile and disappeared into the trees. She stared at the gun in her hand, gently caressing her cheek with it. "On Sunday a close friend will reveal a nasty secret," Harry decided, laughing with Ron as they made their fake predictions. "Hey, Hermione, what do you think should happen next?" It was warm in her hand she would never forget that. He had said keep it clean, but then where was the fun? His gasps for breath only made her smile. Watching him suffer, now that was fun. "You're not hungry?" Ron asked. The breakfast table was filled with nothing to appealing. Hermione jumped, seeing his pale face. "You're dead." "This is going to be hard, you love him. I can tell," his voice held no mercy, "It will be worth it." she shuddered as he ran his finger over her lips, the metallic flavor filled her mouth, she savored it. "- Need to get more sleep," Hermione stared at the dancing red flames. "What?" she asked, but when she looked up, the common room was empty. The thorn pricked her finger. A beautiful white rose, a drop of red blood. It ran down her finger, soft and warm. She licked it off. "Did it taste good?" Harry asked and bit into his own ruby apple. Hermione stared at the half eaten apple in her hand. It sprayed on her face as she straddled his lifeless body. Rubbing his blood down her face and arms, she never felt so warm. "Miss Granger I recommend you pay attention," Snape glared down at her. The fire lashed out at her bare toes, it hurt. "Keep it clean, but have some fun." "Miss Granger." "Hermione." "Hey mudblood." "You said-" "Are you feeling alright?" "-You'd do it." "A nasty secret." "Did it taste good?" "It will be worth it." "Hermione?" "Do it!" "What do you think?" "Do it!!" "You want to." "Did it taste good?" "I can tell." "Please, choose your weapon." The gun and the rose lay on the pillow. She pricked her finger, letting the blood drip onto the white petals, such a pretty color. "Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked. Hermione spun around, "you're dead!" The shot rang out. She didn't realize it was even in her hand. Ron fell to the dew covered grass, gasping and holding his wounded chest. "You're not hungry?" Ron asked seeing her empty plate. She straddled his waist, he was dead. " Soft and warm." She rubbed his blood down her cheeks. "Hermione, you haven't eaten in days," Ron said. "What did you say?" " I said did you hear me?" he asked. "Miss Granger, I really do suggest you pay attention." "Keep it clean-" "Miss Granger, don't forget this one," the pistol in her hands. "Did it taste good?" Harry asked. "Did what?" She returned. "The blood." " I said, keep it clean." "You're not hungry?" Ron asked. Hermione stared at him, "You're dead." "Here, have an apple," Ron said as he tossed her the rose. "It's not there," she muttered. "What isn't there?" "The blood."