A/N: This is my second Fic so don't flame me! And Tell me it is totally
Mary Sue. And Could someone PLEASE tell me what MARY SUE is!!!!! One of my
friends keeps being flamed being told it's totally Mary Sue. ! What is it!?
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Hermione held Draco's dying body close.
"No Draco, you can't die. You're my everything. You can't leave me alone. What will I do without you?" Hermione sobbed.
"Hermione, be strong." Draco said, as the blood poured out of his chest wound.
Hermione held his hand tightly and pressed it to her cheek.
"Don't die Draco." Hermione said softly.
Draco's once emotionless eyes now showed Hermione the love he felt for her.
"I'll never die. I'll live here." Draco placed his tightly clasped hand over Hermione's heart. "I love you Hermione."
With that, Draco's arm fell limp and his breathing stopped, and his eyes fluttered closed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A scream pierced the air that night, amongst the battle and anguished cry filled the battlefield that touched even the coldest hearts.
"NO!" Voldemort hissed.
Harry grinned triumphantly.
"You better believe it Voldie." Harry said, a sharp bite of mockery edging his words. "Your precious Malfoy is dead, and Hermione with him."
Hermione screamed in anger, remembering how this came about.
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Hermione boarded the Hogwarts Express, depression weighing her down. She had not received a single owl from Harry or Ron the whole summer. She had tried to convince herself that they were merely busy with the Order as they had been last summer. However, the doubt had seeped in and now she was alone.
Hermione searched the compartments for an empty space but the only one close to empty was a compartment with Malfoy in it. Settling for Malfoy, Hermione opened the door and sat down opposite him.
"What do you want mudblood?" Malfoy spat nastily.
"Well, for you information Malfoy, my friends have deserted me, and I tried to find an empty compartment but only ended up with your compartment. I'm also feeling quite depressed. Not only have my friends deserted me this summer but last summer as well. I can almost feel the hatred from them in their silence." Hermione sighed.
Rummaging through her bag, she grabbed her notebook. She wrote, the notebook was almost like her journal. Whenever she was feeling sad, she would write and add little notes on her day.
Hermione began to write, ignoring the boy sitting across from her.
"Nice to know your life story Granger but I'd prefer it if you sat with someone else. I do NOT appreciate having mudbloods sitting in such close proximity." Malfoy smirked.
Hermione looked up, her eyes ablaze.
"Fine. Be a fucking bastard like you always are. I'll find another fucking compartment." Hermione snarled.
Malfoy was taken aback by her little outburst, but he was amused all the same. He watched on amusedly as the girl slammed her notebook close and took her bag, balancing the small book on top.
She then stomped out of the compartment. Unknowing that her precious notebook slipped off her bag. Right at Malfoy's feet.
Draco picked the book up and flicked it open. As he flicked through pages, he saw as the writing became more and more depressive. Suddenly one of the poems came and jumped out at him.
*Darkness* The darkness comes closer, As the light fades, I can almost feel the hate, Bitter sweet hatred and rage.
-Harry and Ron have cut off all contact. I'm going insane. Draco's taunting doesn't help either.
Draco read on, his curiosity getting the better of him as he flicked through the poems. He noticed the series of poems named 'Darkness' came in intervals. He read the second one, a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
*Darkness* Now it comes closer, I can almost feel The darkness Becoming real.
-It's been over a year and Ron and Harry completely ignore me. I'm on the edge of sanity. I'm going to crack pretty soon. No one can tell there's anything wrong. They're all idiotic.
Draco flicked through the notebook and found what he was looking for. A third poem named 'Darkness.' His eyes quickly read the poem and he let the wicked smile slip from his lips.
*Darkness* Now it is here, And I fall in The bottomless pit, I accept the sin.
-Harry and Ron will pay for their betrayal of my trust and friendship.
Draco kept flicking until he saw the poem Hermione had written just then. He chuckled quietly and pocketed the notebook. He would have to report to father pretty soon. He had some good news.
*Darkness* The hatred boils, I will join the kin, It's time to start, Now the games begin.
-It's time to seek out the Lord. I WILL gain revenge against those bastards.
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Hermione stomped down the train and found Harry sticking his tongue down Ginny's throat. Controlling her raging emotions, Hermione put on a bright and cheery smile and walked in.
"Hi Harry! Hi Ron! Ginny! How were your holidays?" Hermione said happily.
"Oh fine."
"Yeah."
"Ok."
Hermione's rage merely heightened at that and made her resolve stronger. She bottled the emotions and went back to being falsely happy.
"So, why'd you guys not send me any owls?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Well, we were busy with the order and stuff." Harry lied. The words fell from his lips naturally.
"Oh. Alright then. What did you do with the order?" Hermione queried as she ate her sandwich.
"Well, we just made plans and figured out what we would do." Ron said, improvising.
"What sort of plans?" Hermione persisted.
"It's highly confidential so we have to get permission to tell you." Ginny said, her big brown eyes showing no sign of falsehood.
Hermione eyed them all carefully. They were obviously closing themselves off to her.
"I get it. Don't worry. You guys want anything from the trolley? I'm going to get some food." Hermione asked.
"Yeah!"
"Sure!"
"Great!"
"Well you guys have to get it yourselves because I'm not getting it for you. Stop being LAZY." Hermione said sternly before walking out on her ex- friends and her old life.
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. Please, please, please, don't flame! I really don't like flames! Thanx!
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Hermione held Draco's dying body close.
"No Draco, you can't die. You're my everything. You can't leave me alone. What will I do without you?" Hermione sobbed.
"Hermione, be strong." Draco said, as the blood poured out of his chest wound.
Hermione held his hand tightly and pressed it to her cheek.
"Don't die Draco." Hermione said softly.
Draco's once emotionless eyes now showed Hermione the love he felt for her.
"I'll never die. I'll live here." Draco placed his tightly clasped hand over Hermione's heart. "I love you Hermione."
With that, Draco's arm fell limp and his breathing stopped, and his eyes fluttered closed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A scream pierced the air that night, amongst the battle and anguished cry filled the battlefield that touched even the coldest hearts.
"NO!" Voldemort hissed.
Harry grinned triumphantly.
"You better believe it Voldie." Harry said, a sharp bite of mockery edging his words. "Your precious Malfoy is dead, and Hermione with him."
Hermione screamed in anger, remembering how this came about.
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Hermione boarded the Hogwarts Express, depression weighing her down. She had not received a single owl from Harry or Ron the whole summer. She had tried to convince herself that they were merely busy with the Order as they had been last summer. However, the doubt had seeped in and now she was alone.
Hermione searched the compartments for an empty space but the only one close to empty was a compartment with Malfoy in it. Settling for Malfoy, Hermione opened the door and sat down opposite him.
"What do you want mudblood?" Malfoy spat nastily.
"Well, for you information Malfoy, my friends have deserted me, and I tried to find an empty compartment but only ended up with your compartment. I'm also feeling quite depressed. Not only have my friends deserted me this summer but last summer as well. I can almost feel the hatred from them in their silence." Hermione sighed.
Rummaging through her bag, she grabbed her notebook. She wrote, the notebook was almost like her journal. Whenever she was feeling sad, she would write and add little notes on her day.
Hermione began to write, ignoring the boy sitting across from her.
"Nice to know your life story Granger but I'd prefer it if you sat with someone else. I do NOT appreciate having mudbloods sitting in such close proximity." Malfoy smirked.
Hermione looked up, her eyes ablaze.
"Fine. Be a fucking bastard like you always are. I'll find another fucking compartment." Hermione snarled.
Malfoy was taken aback by her little outburst, but he was amused all the same. He watched on amusedly as the girl slammed her notebook close and took her bag, balancing the small book on top.
She then stomped out of the compartment. Unknowing that her precious notebook slipped off her bag. Right at Malfoy's feet.
Draco picked the book up and flicked it open. As he flicked through pages, he saw as the writing became more and more depressive. Suddenly one of the poems came and jumped out at him.
*Darkness* The darkness comes closer, As the light fades, I can almost feel the hate, Bitter sweet hatred and rage.
-Harry and Ron have cut off all contact. I'm going insane. Draco's taunting doesn't help either.
Draco read on, his curiosity getting the better of him as he flicked through the poems. He noticed the series of poems named 'Darkness' came in intervals. He read the second one, a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
*Darkness* Now it comes closer, I can almost feel The darkness Becoming real.
-It's been over a year and Ron and Harry completely ignore me. I'm on the edge of sanity. I'm going to crack pretty soon. No one can tell there's anything wrong. They're all idiotic.
Draco flicked through the notebook and found what he was looking for. A third poem named 'Darkness.' His eyes quickly read the poem and he let the wicked smile slip from his lips.
*Darkness* Now it is here, And I fall in The bottomless pit, I accept the sin.
-Harry and Ron will pay for their betrayal of my trust and friendship.
Draco kept flicking until he saw the poem Hermione had written just then. He chuckled quietly and pocketed the notebook. He would have to report to father pretty soon. He had some good news.
*Darkness* The hatred boils, I will join the kin, It's time to start, Now the games begin.
-It's time to seek out the Lord. I WILL gain revenge against those bastards.
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Hermione stomped down the train and found Harry sticking his tongue down Ginny's throat. Controlling her raging emotions, Hermione put on a bright and cheery smile and walked in.
"Hi Harry! Hi Ron! Ginny! How were your holidays?" Hermione said happily.
"Oh fine."
"Yeah."
"Ok."
Hermione's rage merely heightened at that and made her resolve stronger. She bottled the emotions and went back to being falsely happy.
"So, why'd you guys not send me any owls?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Well, we were busy with the order and stuff." Harry lied. The words fell from his lips naturally.
"Oh. Alright then. What did you do with the order?" Hermione queried as she ate her sandwich.
"Well, we just made plans and figured out what we would do." Ron said, improvising.
"What sort of plans?" Hermione persisted.
"It's highly confidential so we have to get permission to tell you." Ginny said, her big brown eyes showing no sign of falsehood.
Hermione eyed them all carefully. They were obviously closing themselves off to her.
"I get it. Don't worry. You guys want anything from the trolley? I'm going to get some food." Hermione asked.
"Yeah!"
"Sure!"
"Great!"
"Well you guys have to get it yourselves because I'm not getting it for you. Stop being LAZY." Hermione said sternly before walking out on her ex- friends and her old life.
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. Please, please, please, don't flame! I really don't like flames! Thanx!