Razor's Edge
They are coming to take us away. Our love is utterly forbidden.
We sit in our bed, our hands clasped tightly together.
"Hermione, why are they doing this?"
I look over at the love of my life. "They don't understand."
"What will happen?"
I cannot imagine that the consequences of our actions will be condoned. It doesn't matter that I've spent months preparing a solid defense. It will never be heard. They will burn our home and everything in it. I only hope they do not burn us as well.
We hold one another desperately. The silence is deafening. I feel as though madness is descending.
"Come here," I whisper.
I stroke her hair with my fingertips. It is glossy to the touch.
"I love you, Hermione."
Her voice sounds so small.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Her tears soak into my shirt. She smells of lilac and honeysuckle. I breathe in deeply, trying to record every single second of this embrace and commit it to memory.
I hear the loud thud of our apartment door hitting the wall. I know I have to be strong. I cannot panic.
They are here.
We are in this together.
They enter our sanctuary and desecrate it with ugly spells.
They physically pull us apart.
She screams, reaching out for me. One of them hits her across the face.
Anger such as I've never known sweeps through me. I struggle against my captors. They've no right to hit her.
"Don't make this difficult, Granger."
The voice is eerily familiar.
"Malfoy?"
He chuckles, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
"The two of you are under arrest for illegal acts. The Dark Lord has decreed that any person found engaging in sexual activity with a member of the same sex is to be sent to The Facility for rehabilitation. From this moment on, you are considered to be in custody. If you try to escape or use force of any kind, you will be terminated."
We know the sodding law. We say nothing to provoke them.