I know a lot of people were shocked by the ending of the first chapter!
Are you ready for the twist? ;)
JK Rowling owns. The plot is mine.
"My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost.
I need to feel something, cause I'm still so far from home.
Cross your heart and hope to die
Promise me you'll never leave my side."
-Follow you, Bring me the horizon
Torturous screams fill the bedroom.
Hermione is thrashing around wildly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"Filthy mudblood... Malfoy... No you won't!"
Waking abruptly, Draco's eyes flew open. He turns to Hermione, instantly filled with concern.
"Hermione, wake up. Wake up. Hermione, it's just a dream."
Hermione awakens suddenly and begins to sob. She reaches out for him in the dark, desperately needing his comfort.
'It's not real. It's not real' she thinks to herself.
Draco waves his hand, the bedside lamps light up their bedroom. He looks at his fiancé. Her pyjamas are soaked with sweat and she is crying uncontrollably now. Draco pulls her into him trying to snuggle her head gently under his chin. Hermione angles her head back to look into his eyes.
"It was the same dream. It's always the same dream. Why did he do this to me Draco. Why?"
Draco takes her face in his hands, swipes his thumb across her forehead wiping away her sweat. He kisses her forehead and lets out a sigh. Softly he trails kisses from her forehead down to her nose, ending on her sweet lips. Her bottom lip trembles as she internally fights her emotions. Refusing to come undone from the chaos that is her mind. She kisses Draco back feverishly. He stops her suddenly, plants one more kiss on her lips and pulls back...
Hermione has been struggling with these dreams for a while now. Every night, without fail, no matter what potion she takes, it always comes back. The demons he planted in her mind play on repeat like some evil muggle horror movie, only she can't pause it. Can't stop it. It just play over and over in her mind. Her mind is a mess really and she battled every day to pick up the pieces.
Voldemort made sure they would both suffer. Punishment for Draco defecting. His number one Deatheater turned blood traitor. It was an abomination. He tortured Hermione for it. By pure luck Voldemort managed to lead Hermione into a trap and he kept her hidden deep within some forest in a derelict, old building. He was more than generous to let her keep her life and her mind. But he returned her days later a broken mess, much to Draco's dismay. Lord Voldemort had muddled her mind and planted false memories of Draco.
He'd succeeded.
The anguish Draco felt everyday, seeing the witch he loves fight this unavoidable force in her mind was tearing him down. But he never let her know that. He stays strong for her. Always. Because she is the light in his life. The one that pulled him to the light. The one that showed him another way. He loves her deeply. And he is forever indebted to her for believing he could be something more than what he was...
Draco breaks the silence, desperate to free her mind of the monster living in it.
"I would give anything in this life to take away the pain of the memories he planted."
Draco looks deep into Hermione's eyes. Searching them for her light. She looks down briefly, avoiding his gaze.
"Let's continue to make good ones. Override the bad. I promise to give you only the best of me in this life. And when the time comes for death to separate us, I'll search for you in the afterlife. And hold you forever more."