Hermione had never felt so scared in her life. Even as the confident and beautiful Emer, she was absolutely frightened to death.
She was dealing with the Dark Lord personally, and not only that, he wanted to marry her!
Part of her was repulsed by the idea, but part of her actually wanted to marry him, and that was what frightened her most.
Was she about to swear her undying love for some fish-like maniac who killed thousands of innocent muggles and wizards?
But when she looked at Voldemort, umm well Tom Riddle, no darn it, Robin (very confusing for Hermione) she couldn't believe that this man before her very eyes was capable of such evil deeds.
He was young, handsome, charming and had a mischievous glint in his beautiful sparkling green eyes. Eyes as green as the ones of a deadly serpent.
How twisted.
"What the hell?", Draco cried.
How could his own parent just sneak from behind, swoop at Emer, his soon-to-be-girlfriend, and just apparate her to god knows where.
"Draco, the Dark Lord has ordered me to get Ms. Emer Carey for him. She is going to marry him soon. He also seems to be quite smitten with her, and Draco, you know that the Dark Lord is much more important than a meaningless little fling. The Dark Lord will reward us greatly.", his father said, clearly annoyed of his outburst.
Honestly, Draco couldn't give two shits about the Dark Lord and that's also what he said.
A sharp pain spread on his left cheek and as he looked into the mirror, there was a red handprint. His father had already mastered the art of abusing to perfection, so great that Draco didn't even know he had slapped him until it was too late.
Narcissa was walking into the room. She looked so tired and too old for her real age. Her hands were shaking badly when she bent herself to serve her husband and abuser his morning tea. Draco looked away disgusted. How could she put up with this hateful slimy git?
But then his stomach flipped. He had just been like her, a few seconds ago. Nothing but a slave to him. Nothing than a meaningless puppet in his hands.
"Fate has never been kind to me", he thought as he went into his room. It was night, and as he peered out of the window and into the sky filled with stars, he could swear he could hear Emer's voice.
"Draco, Draco….. Help me. Please!"
"Wow. What the F…", only that Draco didn't only say the initials.
He had been crying himself to sleep, as lame and gay as that may sound. (He made a mental note to NEVER let anyone know.)
And Granger was now standing there in front of him in a brilliant dress the colour of scarlet. The colour of fresh blood.
"Draco", she whispered, sobbing.
"Please help me. Please rescue me from here. I can feel death calling me in the night. I can feel him everywhere, raping me with his eyes. Please… I think I love you", she begged. Her eyes full of panic and pain.
"Granger?", he asked, although it was more of a statement.
"What are you doing in my dreams? Where are you? I can't rescue you from death. I can't even rescue myself from my father."
"You're the one, you're my procer", and with that, her image began to waver and suddenly she had disappeared completely.
Granger was replaced by Emer.
"Draco! What the HELL!", she shrieked. "Come to me tomorrow, and if you don't, I swear to god I'm going to bury you alive. I'm at the Dark Lord's old house, I have told him that you will visit us tomorrow. DO NOT disappoint me."
Okay, Emer definitely killed the romantic shiver he had had when Granger had visited him. No, she didn't only kill it. She poisoned it, relived it, stabbed it, tore it into million little pieces, ate it, digested it and eventually shitted it out.
Emer must've noticed how utterly pissed he was, because her voice softened.
"You mean a lot to me Draco. Really. The Dark Lord wants to marry me, and I'm so confused. I really need your opinion on this one", she said smiling at him.
And without even letting him answer her, her image disappeared into the night too.
Draco woke up.
Needless to say he couldn't sleep anymore. He apparated over to the old house. The guards in front of the entrance were scared shitless, when they heard the sound of apparation behind the house, but were relieved to see that it was only Draco.
Of course they let him in.
He wandered through the dark hallways, careful not to make too much noise. Deatheaters were extremely nervous nowadays and would blow your head off without a second thought if they heard anything suspicious in the night.
A door on his right suddenly slammed open, and he almost yelped of surprise, his heart sliding down into his pants.
And there standing in the doorway was beautiful Emer.
She threw her arms around him.
AN: Gosh, I forgot to update awfully sry that I hvn't updated for more than 1 year. So super sry!
