A/N: This was just something I came up with while I passed through this gothic store in one of malls here in our city. Enjoy!
Thefunkydurian
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An eerie feeling ran through the veins of Ms. Hermione Granger as she walked briskly through the dark, deserted road. The moon was full, seemingly illuminating nothing but the pitch-black pathway she was leading. The absence of the stars left her feeling unprotected, alone and unsafe. Beads of cold sweat dripped down her forehead as she passed through the forest, with tall winding trees-so mysterious. She squealed, later feeling completely idiotic as she came into realization that a mere owl was the cause of her fear. She clutched onto her handbag tightly, completely regretting that she had finished work so late in the night. She had promised her boss an extension in her work hours, due to the recent absences she had.
"Merlin, help me." She whispered in desperation as she practically ran through miles and miles of tall trees and rustling leaves. It was a different scenario every afternoon, though. She would be caught merrily walking through the same forest, humming to a familiar tune blasting from her earphones and happily greeting the people she passes by.
Now was completely different.
The pathway seemed endless, and the roads were completely deserted. The horrific sounds of silence and rustling were the only things she heard, and pitch black was the only thing she saw. Hermione could see the cold mist coming out of her mouth as she clutched her coat tightly around her. She was tired of running-she felt stupid, knowing that she was running from nothing. Fear, she considered, but the solution was still far from her.
Hermione slowed down, panting as she knelt down on the grassy grounds. She had never been this terrified in her life. She had her fair share of fears, yes-but all those were merely something so small or useless. This was a whole different story. She tucked a lone strand of her auburn hair behind her ear, getting enough air for her to gain all her composure back. As she slowly lifted a foot off the ground, she screamed in sheer pain as she felt a terrible sting just by the side of her foot. Panic stricken, she desperately cried for help. She stared, horrified, at the sharp blade that protruded just by her ankle. Blood started to trickle down onto the grass, causing it to whither to the ground as it was continuously colorized.
"Help me, please! I cant walk!" She cried out, limping through the tall trees. She had attempted to pull the blade out, but it would only lead to more unbearable pain. She looked through the misty forest, only screaming in utter horror as she saw a silhouette leaning by a tree just a few meters away from her.
"G-get away from me! What do you want?" She screamed, slowly backing away. She saw the figure move and slowly walk towards her. She threw her handbag at him, but failingly missing. She was now crying, crawling desperately as far away from the figure as she can go. Her foot started to throb, leaving her in more pain than she already is. Reaching the end of the straight path, she looked behind her, only finding the figure standing just inches away.
"What do you want from me?" She asked as small, glimmering tears fell on her face. He stepped closer, and finally into the light. Hermione gasped as she stared at the shining, emerald eyes that met hers. She knew him. She knew him very well. He used to haunt her every night in her sleep, and continue on as she went through her day. She lived through fear of actually seeing him...and now she has-and she's as scared as ever. She looked back at him, tears glistening in her eyes. The round glasses he had on, and the bangs from his raven-black, tousled hair that fell on his face camouflaged his vengeful eyes. He wore a loose leather jacket, with nothing inside but his bare chest, glimmering with sweat. The baggy, Capri pants he had on accentuated his handsome features-Hermione was simply entranced.
"Hello Hermione." He said in a husky voice, having a smirk planted on his face. Hermione gulped hard as she tried to avoid his gaze, which seemed to hypnotize her each time she stared back. He knelt down on one knee beside her and placed his hand on the blade that caused her bad wound. She loved his gentle touch on her skin, leaving her breathless. With a soft 'pop', the blade came off, having Hermione sigh in relief. He swept his hands through her ankles and up to her knees. He stopped just by her kneecap and grinned. Hermione looked down on her wound, surprisingly finding it gone. All that was left was a mark, shaped as a white rose on her ankle. She looked up at him in awe and wonder.
"Who are you?" She asked in a whisper. He slowly shifted his hands from her knees and onto her face. She held her breath as she felt his cold hands on her cheek. Their faces were inches away, and their eyes were seemingly seeping into each other's soul. He neared his lips into her ears and whispered.
"Why would that matter?" He asked in the same husky voice he let out moments ago. She quivered in his touch, feeling his hot breath touch the bare of her neck.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, feeling the shivers that ran throughout her whole body as he caressed her scratched arm. He smirked by her hair as he let his knee rest just between her resting legs. Beads of cold sweat were dripping from Hermione's forehead as she gasped in what seemed to be horror and delight.
"Wouldn't you want to know." He said, sinking his fangs gently into her bare neck. Hermione gasped once more in pain as she tilted her back, feeling the blood trickle down her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightly shutting her eyes and biting her bottom lip. She squeezed hard onto his shaggy hair as she moaned in pain.
"Stop, please." She whispered, having her bottom lip bleed. She felt a gush of pain seep through her body- mocking poison, to say the least. Finally, he released his fangs from her bare neck, having her close her eyes slowly in weakness.
He grinned with so much achievement.
"Come with me, Hermione. Leave with me." He said as he stood up and carried her from the ground. Hermione limped from his arms and moaned, having the blood dry from her neck. She was turning pale and weak. Her tears have gone dry and her neck has gone white.
"Would it be sinful for me to say that I already love you?" She said weakly, having her hands clutch the back of his neck. He stopped abruptly and stared at her weak face. He contemplated for a moment, having known that this was all just a game- a game he loved to play with many others.
"Would it?" She asked again.
"Yes."
"Good." She said as she bent up with all her strength and kissed him passionately. He held onto her tightly, as if she were a piece of treasure. No, she was. She was everything to him, and yet he had only known now. His fangs had retracted long after he had bit from her innocent neck. All that was left was passion-deep passion that burned inside of him.
Hermione retreated from him, breathing heavily as she licked what was left of her blood on her lips.
"Tell me your name." She asked, breathing the remains of the air surrounding her. He kissed her on the forehead and grinned.
"Harry."
"Take me to immortality." She whispered as she slowly closed her sparkling, cinnamon eyes. Harry grinned as wings of deep blue and silver protruded from his bare back.
"I just did, my love." And then, on his arms, she had gone.
It was time.
Immortality was such a great thing. One with such power shall not abuse it. People, so potentially infinite and everlasting shall not be challenged upon. Especially one with holds to such an infinite number of beauty and grace...Harry had found her at last.
Hermione opened her eyes with one flash as the moon shone it's brightest. Harry looked down expectantly at her and smiled.
"Is it time?" She asked so innocently. Her eyes never sparkled it's brightest, and her skin was tan and glistening, just as of the man who was carrying her with so much love. Her clothes had faded into ones of leather- a corset was wrapped around her petit waist and a skirt that reached just above her knees rested just below her hips. Her neatly groomed hair cascaded down her shoulders so elegantly-Harry adores her.
"It's time." He said. With one push, He carried her high up into the sky and beyond the swooning moon above them. She was the one. The white rose lying on the black carpet--the night sky.
