God, I'm so naughty, I should be working on reuploading stories from my old
deleted account or working on When The world Went away, but here I am with
this odd, disturbed little fic. Heh.
Review please!
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My arms are wrapped tightly around his, our bare skin presses against each other's, warm and inviting. Our kisses are open mouthed and soft, our tongues meshing together.
His freckled skin is golden in the warm, hazy lights, and I'm faintly aware that it tastes like the sweetest honey.
On my bed, the pillows are the lightest feathers beneath us and the coverlet unfolds around us, covering us in silk.
Hot searching kisses… Oh Ron I love you…. I say it softly in his ear. He clutches me to him tightly.
Then suddenly, there's commotion, chaos all around us. I hear the sound of our door breaking in. The light is no longer romantic, but harsh and bright. Robed figures that seem to float on the deadest air are all around us, their faces hidden.
They pull Ron from me and he cries out in fear. I can't see where they are taking him.
They pull me down on the bed and say binding spells on me in low, guttural voices. I can't use my magic, I feel it leaving me. It hurts…. Oh Gods how it hurts…. I'm aware that I'm crying out in pain.
Desperately, I try to get off the bed, but I can't and their fingers are the coldest ice, and I shiver.
I hear Ron scream too and I know they're doing it to him. Binding him.
I struggle against their icy hands that make my body numb, but I can't get free. I turn my head and I can see Ron in the corner of my eye. He is almost obscured by the black hooded figures; he's fighting them, resisting them. I try to yell no, but my tongue is weighty in my mouth and my throat is dryer then a desert, I can't even summon up a scream, a warning.
The dementors have given up on trying to tame Ron, they circle him, and I hear them scream their dark curses in shrieking, distorted voices. Ron collapses to his knees and the reddest blood, the color of his hair, is endlessly seeping out from everywhere (oh so much blood)… his nose, his mouth, and the corner of his eyes. His eyes meet mine as the light I've loved for 8 years, ever since the first time I saw him, died out.
No….
I hear the coughing, wheezing sound of the laughter of the dementors, thrilled with their magic handiwork.
And I am helpless to stop them as Ron died so painfully and slowly and now I see them look at me, and they are coming closer…
I wake up with a start. It is the middle of night and moon light from a nearby window illuminates Ron, and me who's sleeping peacefully beside me.
I look at him, as if to reassure that he's fine. He is. Gods, he looks so beautiful when he sleeps.
I have dreamt that dream about the dementors and Ron every night since Lord Voldemort's rise. I never get used to it and every time it seems more real, closer to coming true.
See, after Lord Voldemort had fully risen and gained all of his old alliances, the first thing he did after killing Dumbledore was to return the dementors to the dark side.
Every night he sends me this dream. Every night he leaves the message that's he coming, coming closer and closer and that he will take the thing I love the most from me and make my worst dream come true.
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My arms are wrapped tightly around his, our bare skin presses against each other's, warm and inviting. Our kisses are open mouthed and soft, our tongues meshing together.
His freckled skin is golden in the warm, hazy lights, and I'm faintly aware that it tastes like the sweetest honey.
On my bed, the pillows are the lightest feathers beneath us and the coverlet unfolds around us, covering us in silk.
Hot searching kisses… Oh Ron I love you…. I say it softly in his ear. He clutches me to him tightly.
Then suddenly, there's commotion, chaos all around us. I hear the sound of our door breaking in. The light is no longer romantic, but harsh and bright. Robed figures that seem to float on the deadest air are all around us, their faces hidden.
They pull Ron from me and he cries out in fear. I can't see where they are taking him.
They pull me down on the bed and say binding spells on me in low, guttural voices. I can't use my magic, I feel it leaving me. It hurts…. Oh Gods how it hurts…. I'm aware that I'm crying out in pain.
Desperately, I try to get off the bed, but I can't and their fingers are the coldest ice, and I shiver.
I hear Ron scream too and I know they're doing it to him. Binding him.
I struggle against their icy hands that make my body numb, but I can't get free. I turn my head and I can see Ron in the corner of my eye. He is almost obscured by the black hooded figures; he's fighting them, resisting them. I try to yell no, but my tongue is weighty in my mouth and my throat is dryer then a desert, I can't even summon up a scream, a warning.
The dementors have given up on trying to tame Ron, they circle him, and I hear them scream their dark curses in shrieking, distorted voices. Ron collapses to his knees and the reddest blood, the color of his hair, is endlessly seeping out from everywhere (oh so much blood)… his nose, his mouth, and the corner of his eyes. His eyes meet mine as the light I've loved for 8 years, ever since the first time I saw him, died out.
No….
I hear the coughing, wheezing sound of the laughter of the dementors, thrilled with their magic handiwork.
And I am helpless to stop them as Ron died so painfully and slowly and now I see them look at me, and they are coming closer…
I wake up with a start. It is the middle of night and moon light from a nearby window illuminates Ron, and me who's sleeping peacefully beside me.
I look at him, as if to reassure that he's fine. He is. Gods, he looks so beautiful when he sleeps.
I have dreamt that dream about the dementors and Ron every night since Lord Voldemort's rise. I never get used to it and every time it seems more real, closer to coming true.
See, after Lord Voldemort had fully risen and gained all of his old alliances, the first thing he did after killing Dumbledore was to return the dementors to the dark side.
Every night he sends me this dream. Every night he leaves the message that's he coming, coming closer and closer and that he will take the thing I love the most from me and make my worst dream come true.