I know I should be posting Unique. But I have 6 reviews and one more gets you Taha Aki without a shirt and yummyness so I'm hanging on for a little while more. Here is an addition to The Curse He Bears. Enjoy. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
Chapter 2:
"So, Hermione. What do you do? Ministry, obviously. I think the Daily Prophet said you were an Auror but I don't remember too well." Draco asked me. I was sitting on my countertop and he was leaning next to me, while I swished and flicked my wand. My clothes started putting themselves away and dishes loaded themselves.
"Yeah, part time Auror and also inventor of spells, potions and owner of three Orders of Merlin," I said, blushing slightly. "I have a whole wall in my office dedicated to finding a certain Death Eater who went missing. Everyone thought my obsession was due to revenge."
"How flattering. Did you call in sick today?"
"No, you see, that's the problem. I call in sick a lot. I don't want to lose my job so I have to go in today." I replied. "You are coming in with me. Don't worry about being arrested though. Any proof they had of you being a Death Eater is gone, and plenty of people can testify that you didn't fight in the final battle."
"Why do you call in sick so much?"
I glared at him. "What is this, 20 questions. So far you're on three." My voice dropped low. "I have nightmares. Really bad ones. I can't get sleep and sometimes I go into panic attacks."
I heard a whispered Legilimens and Draco sifted through my memories, seeing the bodies on the ground. He flinched at Voldemort's face, cruel and twisted as it had been before his death. He saw his own face, and I saw details on it that I hadn't seen before. Draco's expression was horror filled, and the dream veered off course, adding a new part.
He jumped forward, towards me crying out no! Voldemort pushed him aside and shot his green light at me. I heard the murmured, deadly words as they escaped his mouth in a snake's voice, cold and almost a hiss. Everything was black for a moment. Then I could see from the sidelines, a spectator of the Dark Lord's games. Draco had been pushed to the ground and was sobbing, crying. He let out a hoarse yell as Voldemort kicked my body.
"All those brains got you nowhere, Mudblood." said the snake-man as he turned to Draco on the ground. "Crucio!" I watched in horror as Draco writhed in pain and last words slipped out of his mouth. "She was stronger than you, always was. She inspired love, you created fear and she and I will always haunt you."
I closed my eyes before Voldemort killed him.
"It doesn't usually go that far, usually it ends after he hits me."
"It merged with mine." Draco said.
"What?"
"I'd prefer going back to 20 questions then answer that. Favorite color?"
"No. We are going to my work now and I want answers from you. If it really matters to you, red."
"Why?"
"I am a Gryffindor, you know."
"I do know," he said and leaned into me, catching my lips with his before I could reply. "What do Potter and Weasel do now? Aurors like you? Or did Weasel take after his father and start studying rubber duckies and umbrella straps?"
"I will count that as three, so you're on seven. Harry is an Auror, yes like me. And you are right about Weasel- I mean Ron, except at the moment the rubber duckies are on hold. He's trying to take apart a telephone to see how it works."
"Hmm, I smell a problem between Snape's favorite insufferable little know it all and the clueless ginger. What happened there?" his eyes were trying to remain calm, but inside, I think he still wanted to rip Ron's head off.
"When I told you Ron was with Lavender, there was sort of another side to it that I didn't mention. Ron cheated on me with Lavender. And that's eight."
"Bastard," he hissed like the snake that represented his house and the mark that was now gone from his arm. Draco's mouth descended on mine fiercely and possessively and I let him take over my mouth.
"You know there's no need to be jealous, sure he hurt me, but being tied down with Lavender and five kids with a crappy job is a fairly good punishment
"So's a broken nose, but I'm guessing you did that already."
I nodded and pressed my mouth onto his again. So much for work.
So I got bored and stuck on Unique a while ago and this was driving me crazy… so here's sort of an epilogue for The Curse He Bears. And I'm sure you all figured out what's going on now. ;)
