Title: My Lover, My Enemy
Author: Ashley K
Disclaimer: I am using the characters from Harry Potter without permission and with no money coming to me. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowlings and various other companies.
Rating: PGish
Summary: A woman's thoughts as she goes to meet her lover and her enemy.
AN: Things in (( )) signify opposing thoughts.
You shouldn't ever forget the past, a lesson my mum had taught me. Some things, some sights, some feelings, however, were *meant* to be ((with me, forever.)) forgotten.
Like the sight of him, standing before me, demanding my full attention with cold, emotionless eyes and an arrogant smirk crossing features so ((cold)) beautiful I couldn't help but to obey.
Or the feeling of ((his cold hands and lips)) acceptance, of *rightness*, I have only felt with him, despite the ironic *wrongness* of us.
I wish, half-heartedly, on every birthday cake, every shooting star, every little thing Muggles and Wizards wish on, *to* ((never)) forget. But then I'm faced with blind panic at the thought of those memories disappearing, leaving behind a me that isn't really Me.
He still comes to me, in ((memories that make me yearn for the power to change the past.)) dreams. Making ((his mark)) memories that should have faded to nothingness violently stand out in my mind. He tells me things that are best left unspoken, unheard. Terrible, dreadful things that make me cry out in my sleep, making my pillow saturated with the tears of hundreds of victims.
And yet…I still allow myself to ((worship.)) dream, to catch a glimpse of his face, of his life. I'm ((enthralled)) disgusted by the power that radiates from his every fiber and still I ((won't)) can't stop myself from him.
Other men have come into my life and I have ((destroyed)) rejected each and every one of them. They try and I find them to be ((weaklings.)) insufficient to erase the memories of him.
He is evil; he is everything I have been taught to ((love)) hate. Everything about our relationship is the complete opposite of what I have been taught to seek out.
But here I am, once again, standing at his door, ((begging)) awaiting an invitation in.
He opens the door, my lover, my enemy, with that ((look in his eyes telling me that he understands and feels the same way)) smirk.
"Hello, Hermione," his ((lovingly)) cold voice drawls.
I say nothing as I walk into his ((castle)) manor, head hung low, and soul singing.
My lover, my enemy. My dragon.
My Draco.
FIN
Author: Ashley K
Disclaimer: I am using the characters from Harry Potter without permission and with no money coming to me. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowlings and various other companies.
Rating: PGish
Summary: A woman's thoughts as she goes to meet her lover and her enemy.
AN: Things in (( )) signify opposing thoughts.
You shouldn't ever forget the past, a lesson my mum had taught me. Some things, some sights, some feelings, however, were *meant* to be ((with me, forever.)) forgotten.
Like the sight of him, standing before me, demanding my full attention with cold, emotionless eyes and an arrogant smirk crossing features so ((cold)) beautiful I couldn't help but to obey.
Or the feeling of ((his cold hands and lips)) acceptance, of *rightness*, I have only felt with him, despite the ironic *wrongness* of us.
I wish, half-heartedly, on every birthday cake, every shooting star, every little thing Muggles and Wizards wish on, *to* ((never)) forget. But then I'm faced with blind panic at the thought of those memories disappearing, leaving behind a me that isn't really Me.
He still comes to me, in ((memories that make me yearn for the power to change the past.)) dreams. Making ((his mark)) memories that should have faded to nothingness violently stand out in my mind. He tells me things that are best left unspoken, unheard. Terrible, dreadful things that make me cry out in my sleep, making my pillow saturated with the tears of hundreds of victims.
And yet…I still allow myself to ((worship.)) dream, to catch a glimpse of his face, of his life. I'm ((enthralled)) disgusted by the power that radiates from his every fiber and still I ((won't)) can't stop myself from him.
Other men have come into my life and I have ((destroyed)) rejected each and every one of them. They try and I find them to be ((weaklings.)) insufficient to erase the memories of him.
He is evil; he is everything I have been taught to ((love)) hate. Everything about our relationship is the complete opposite of what I have been taught to seek out.
But here I am, once again, standing at his door, ((begging)) awaiting an invitation in.
He opens the door, my lover, my enemy, with that ((look in his eyes telling me that he understands and feels the same way)) smirk.
"Hello, Hermione," his ((lovingly)) cold voice drawls.
I say nothing as I walk into his ((castle)) manor, head hung low, and soul singing.
My lover, my enemy. My dragon.
My Draco.
FIN