To Love Thy Enemy --- ° Taken °
By Miasma
Hermione Granger stared out the window; the panes current condition reflected her face, splattered with tears instead of rainwater. Such pain had been traveling through her heart these past few days...Ron had been murdered by one of Voldemort's fiends. Harry was among the missing. War plagued the land around Hogwarts, which had become many innocent's refuge. Hermione slammed her fist on the solid oak desk before her, it wasn't fair. Ron had died...she had loved Ron, with all of her heart. There were not enough tears in the entire universe to express her grief. An overwhelming sense of pain and despair flooded her mind as her most cherished memory came back to her...
- Two pools of emerald green gazed at her, strands of vivid red hair marring the perfect image.
"Hermione...you know I've always cared for you, I-I just couldn't find a way to tell you, so I guess I just won't speak..." with that Ron caressed her chin softly and tilted it upward, pressing his lips to hers. -
The blinding pain made Hermione lean on the desk for support, how would she ever get over this heartache? It was impossible. Suddenly, she wanted to hurt herself, to end it all. Picking up her wand she thought of the possibilities. Soon, the lithe wood became slippery in her grasp, beads of sweat being the apparent reason. With a choked sob, Hermione let the wand fall to the ground, and she crumpled to the floor.
"Why?! Why did you take them away from me?! I hate you! I'll kill you with my bare hands! I WILL!" Hermione shrieked, stabbing her fists at the sky.
Suddenly, the floor creaked, as if someone was there with her, but that wasn't possible...was it? Hermione whirled around, tears still fleeing down her face. Her eyes widened in shock-there, garbed in a black robe with the sign of Voldemort stood a man. His honey hued tresses dangled freely in his face, icy blue eyes catching hers. An unpleasant smile played on his lips.
"Well hello, Hermione, nice to see you...what has you so upset? Could it be that our cherished Ronnykins is gone?" Draco sneered, advancing on her.
Hermione gasped, "Malfoy! Get away from me! How can you be such a bastard?!" she shrieked, Draco pointed his wand at her.
"It runs in the family, I guess," he replied, smirking, "and now, my dearest old friend, I think it would be a good idea if you took a nap." With that he muttered a sleeping curse and Hermione slumped over...everything went: black.
-/-
Hermione awoke to the sound of water pattering on the windowpanes. Her eyes darted about the room, ' Where am I? ' she thought, looking down at the black satin sheets in which she lay. The bed was massive, with black velvet curtains draped around it. Hermione swiveled around to face the headboard, it towered above her...and on it was carved the Malfoy crest. Hermione nearly screamed. ' What the hell is going on here?! ' she thought, scrambling out of the bed. Hermione drew back the curtain on one side of the bed and placed one foot on the floor, which was difficult because the bed was so high up off the ground. She nearly fell, grasped the bedpost just in time she managed to stand herself up. A searing pain ran through her left thigh and she realized her mistake, she'd left one half of herself up there, and because she had misjudged the height her left leg had suffered.
"Ouch!" she winced, sliding her left leg down to the floor with extra care, "damn you Malfoys, always have to have the biggest furniture do you?" Hermione began exploring the room; it was, like the bed, massive. It was about half the size of the dining hall at Hogwarts...and Hermione guessed this was just a guest room. She grimaced to think what Draco's room might look like. The furniture that resided in this room was all overly elegant and huge, a plush armchair with a back at least a head taller than Hermione's 5' 4''. Hermione hobbled over to the dresser, it towered above her. The top had two peaks that looked oddly like devil's horns. Hermione stifled a snicker, these people really thought they were something. The whole room was either black or red, velvet, satin or silk.
Suddenly, the silver doorknob turned, without a squeak for warning, and a highly polished black leather shoe appeared in the doorway...
AN: Tehehe, sorry for the cliffie, me couldn't resist. Anyways read and review, please lemme know what you think!
°Mia°
By Miasma
Hermione Granger stared out the window; the panes current condition reflected her face, splattered with tears instead of rainwater. Such pain had been traveling through her heart these past few days...Ron had been murdered by one of Voldemort's fiends. Harry was among the missing. War plagued the land around Hogwarts, which had become many innocent's refuge. Hermione slammed her fist on the solid oak desk before her, it wasn't fair. Ron had died...she had loved Ron, with all of her heart. There were not enough tears in the entire universe to express her grief. An overwhelming sense of pain and despair flooded her mind as her most cherished memory came back to her...
- Two pools of emerald green gazed at her, strands of vivid red hair marring the perfect image.
"Hermione...you know I've always cared for you, I-I just couldn't find a way to tell you, so I guess I just won't speak..." with that Ron caressed her chin softly and tilted it upward, pressing his lips to hers. -
The blinding pain made Hermione lean on the desk for support, how would she ever get over this heartache? It was impossible. Suddenly, she wanted to hurt herself, to end it all. Picking up her wand she thought of the possibilities. Soon, the lithe wood became slippery in her grasp, beads of sweat being the apparent reason. With a choked sob, Hermione let the wand fall to the ground, and she crumpled to the floor.
"Why?! Why did you take them away from me?! I hate you! I'll kill you with my bare hands! I WILL!" Hermione shrieked, stabbing her fists at the sky.
Suddenly, the floor creaked, as if someone was there with her, but that wasn't possible...was it? Hermione whirled around, tears still fleeing down her face. Her eyes widened in shock-there, garbed in a black robe with the sign of Voldemort stood a man. His honey hued tresses dangled freely in his face, icy blue eyes catching hers. An unpleasant smile played on his lips.
"Well hello, Hermione, nice to see you...what has you so upset? Could it be that our cherished Ronnykins is gone?" Draco sneered, advancing on her.
Hermione gasped, "Malfoy! Get away from me! How can you be such a bastard?!" she shrieked, Draco pointed his wand at her.
"It runs in the family, I guess," he replied, smirking, "and now, my dearest old friend, I think it would be a good idea if you took a nap." With that he muttered a sleeping curse and Hermione slumped over...everything went: black.
-/-
Hermione awoke to the sound of water pattering on the windowpanes. Her eyes darted about the room, ' Where am I? ' she thought, looking down at the black satin sheets in which she lay. The bed was massive, with black velvet curtains draped around it. Hermione swiveled around to face the headboard, it towered above her...and on it was carved the Malfoy crest. Hermione nearly screamed. ' What the hell is going on here?! ' she thought, scrambling out of the bed. Hermione drew back the curtain on one side of the bed and placed one foot on the floor, which was difficult because the bed was so high up off the ground. She nearly fell, grasped the bedpost just in time she managed to stand herself up. A searing pain ran through her left thigh and she realized her mistake, she'd left one half of herself up there, and because she had misjudged the height her left leg had suffered.
"Ouch!" she winced, sliding her left leg down to the floor with extra care, "damn you Malfoys, always have to have the biggest furniture do you?" Hermione began exploring the room; it was, like the bed, massive. It was about half the size of the dining hall at Hogwarts...and Hermione guessed this was just a guest room. She grimaced to think what Draco's room might look like. The furniture that resided in this room was all overly elegant and huge, a plush armchair with a back at least a head taller than Hermione's 5' 4''. Hermione hobbled over to the dresser, it towered above her. The top had two peaks that looked oddly like devil's horns. Hermione stifled a snicker, these people really thought they were something. The whole room was either black or red, velvet, satin or silk.
Suddenly, the silver doorknob turned, without a squeak for warning, and a highly polished black leather shoe appeared in the doorway...
AN: Tehehe, sorry for the cliffie, me couldn't resist. Anyways read and review, please lemme know what you think!
°Mia°