~A/N~OMG! I'm so sorry I haven't updated!! I'll load the rest up today! My
internet has been down. I've had it all written for like 2 months but
getting online has been rather difficult! AHH Don't hate me! Also, you may
have noticed my penname changed from AmSam Malfoy to Drowning in Misery. So
what I go by now is the abbreviated version of that. just in case you were
interested *DiM
DISCLAIMER: I'll give you a cookie if you can guess what I don't own...
A Little Too Late Chapter 6: Sing the Song
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Last time:
"No Miss Granger. Mister Potter, effective as we may believe him to be, is as helpless as everyone else."
"But it says 'The chosen one' can stop him. I thought that Harry... Since his scar-" Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't understand sir."
"Miss Granger... You are the chosen one."
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"What? Sir, this doesn't make any sense. I can't fight." Hermione whined. Dumbledore looked at her and stonily said,
"I'm afraid you are our only hope. If you choose not to fight... Think of all the people who are in danger!"
"I'm afraid." Hermione stated.
"Everyone is afraid. But you alone have the power. You CAN defeat him."
"How?"
"There is an intricate spell... Very complicated, but not impossible. I think it may be our only hope."
"Would I have to duel with Voldemort?" Dumbledore hesitated.
"It is possible. For that, Harry could help you I am sure. But to wipe out their whole army is up to you."
"I can't kill them all."
"Then they will kill you and everyone else in this castle."
Hermione sighed, fighting her internal battle. She could either fight in which case she would live. Or she could refuse to fight in which case Draco would live. Either way, they would never see each other again. If she fought, there was a high possibility of her death. She bit her lip and played with her thumbs. Finally she nodded
"I have to fight. Please teach me the spell."
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Hermione practiced and recited that spell over and over. She had it down, confidence high. But she couldn't shake the guilt of the act she hadn't even committed yet. She was going to kill Voldemort's entire army, half of whom were only there because of fear. Innocent people like Draco. Draco...
It was the night before the battle. Everyone had been informed and was to hide in secret locations and passages of the castle whilst the battle occurred. Only Hermione, Harry, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Sinistra were to be on the battleground. Fear spread like the plague, overtaking everyone touched by it in only seconds.
Some people wanted to talk to Hermione, but she locked herself in her dorm. She had basically lived in the Gryffindor tower this year, but tonight came back to the heads dorm. She needed to be alone. This could be her last night alive.
She wrote letters to her mother and father. One to Harry and Ron. One to Ginny. One to the rest of the Weasley's. One to all of the professors. And finally, one to Draco.
She would leave them in her room, they would be found if she were to die. She found that her fear had subsided and now she only focused on getting everything in order. Getting her mind in order. She knew she was supposed to visit Draco in the dream world tonight, but she almost didn't want to. It would hurt too much to see him again.
But she set her alarm for 3:55 anyways. She would wake up and depending on her mood, she would decide then if she would visit him or not. She knew in her heart already what she would do though.
As the alarm buzzed in her ear, she opened her eyes slowly. She took a deep breath and closed them once more, envisioning his face. She was going.
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She arrived already in the library, looking around for him. Once again, she was alone. She started having second thoughts. She steadied her now fast- paced breathing. She had to see him. There was no choice. After several more minutes, he walked in through the big doors.
"Hey." He said casually. She nodded at him in acknowledgement.
They sat together for a long time, neither speaking. They both knew what was going to happen. They were both going to die. After what seemed like hours, Hermione looked up into his eyes. They were filled with sorrow.
"Draco... Did you know I would have to do it?" He nodded.
"I only found out a few days ago. He told me I would be tested... And I put the pieces together. Don't be scared. I know what has to happen."
"I don't think I can do it." She said, choking back a sob. He cradled her, pulling her close.
"Hermione, don't worry about me. You HAVE to do it. Just... Be brave." He kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly.
"Sing it for me." She said.
"Sing what?" He asked, a tear slowly running down his cheek.
"The song. You know which one I'm talking about." She pulled off a fake smile. He nodded and began to sing their song.
"And I can tell you My love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy Remember how I made you scream But I don't understand what happened to our love But baby when I get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of..."
He continued to hum until she stopped him with a slow, passionate kiss. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her lips. She broke apart, eyes still closed.
"Thank you." She said breathily.
"You're welcome." He replied.
"You did, you got me back and you showed me... what you're made of." She smiled.
"I'll love you forever." He whispered.
After that, they held each other until they knew it was too late. They had to leave, had to wake up and face reality. Face death. They said goodbye, kissed one last time, and disappeared to wake up in their separate locations that were not that far apart after all.
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~A/N~ So what'd ya think? Hmm I'm not a mind reader so how about you TELL ME! Review, you know you want to ;) *DiM
NEXT CHAPTER: THE BATTLE!
DISCLAIMER: I'll give you a cookie if you can guess what I don't own...
A Little Too Late Chapter 6: Sing the Song
****************************************
Last time:
"No Miss Granger. Mister Potter, effective as we may believe him to be, is as helpless as everyone else."
"But it says 'The chosen one' can stop him. I thought that Harry... Since his scar-" Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't understand sir."
"Miss Granger... You are the chosen one."
****************************************
"What? Sir, this doesn't make any sense. I can't fight." Hermione whined. Dumbledore looked at her and stonily said,
"I'm afraid you are our only hope. If you choose not to fight... Think of all the people who are in danger!"
"I'm afraid." Hermione stated.
"Everyone is afraid. But you alone have the power. You CAN defeat him."
"How?"
"There is an intricate spell... Very complicated, but not impossible. I think it may be our only hope."
"Would I have to duel with Voldemort?" Dumbledore hesitated.
"It is possible. For that, Harry could help you I am sure. But to wipe out their whole army is up to you."
"I can't kill them all."
"Then they will kill you and everyone else in this castle."
Hermione sighed, fighting her internal battle. She could either fight in which case she would live. Or she could refuse to fight in which case Draco would live. Either way, they would never see each other again. If she fought, there was a high possibility of her death. She bit her lip and played with her thumbs. Finally she nodded
"I have to fight. Please teach me the spell."
****************************************
Hermione practiced and recited that spell over and over. She had it down, confidence high. But she couldn't shake the guilt of the act she hadn't even committed yet. She was going to kill Voldemort's entire army, half of whom were only there because of fear. Innocent people like Draco. Draco...
It was the night before the battle. Everyone had been informed and was to hide in secret locations and passages of the castle whilst the battle occurred. Only Hermione, Harry, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Sinistra were to be on the battleground. Fear spread like the plague, overtaking everyone touched by it in only seconds.
Some people wanted to talk to Hermione, but she locked herself in her dorm. She had basically lived in the Gryffindor tower this year, but tonight came back to the heads dorm. She needed to be alone. This could be her last night alive.
She wrote letters to her mother and father. One to Harry and Ron. One to Ginny. One to the rest of the Weasley's. One to all of the professors. And finally, one to Draco.
She would leave them in her room, they would be found if she were to die. She found that her fear had subsided and now she only focused on getting everything in order. Getting her mind in order. She knew she was supposed to visit Draco in the dream world tonight, but she almost didn't want to. It would hurt too much to see him again.
But she set her alarm for 3:55 anyways. She would wake up and depending on her mood, she would decide then if she would visit him or not. She knew in her heart already what she would do though.
As the alarm buzzed in her ear, she opened her eyes slowly. She took a deep breath and closed them once more, envisioning his face. She was going.
****************************************
She arrived already in the library, looking around for him. Once again, she was alone. She started having second thoughts. She steadied her now fast- paced breathing. She had to see him. There was no choice. After several more minutes, he walked in through the big doors.
"Hey." He said casually. She nodded at him in acknowledgement.
They sat together for a long time, neither speaking. They both knew what was going to happen. They were both going to die. After what seemed like hours, Hermione looked up into his eyes. They were filled with sorrow.
"Draco... Did you know I would have to do it?" He nodded.
"I only found out a few days ago. He told me I would be tested... And I put the pieces together. Don't be scared. I know what has to happen."
"I don't think I can do it." She said, choking back a sob. He cradled her, pulling her close.
"Hermione, don't worry about me. You HAVE to do it. Just... Be brave." He kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly.
"Sing it for me." She said.
"Sing what?" He asked, a tear slowly running down his cheek.
"The song. You know which one I'm talking about." She pulled off a fake smile. He nodded and began to sing their song.
"And I can tell you My love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy Remember how I made you scream But I don't understand what happened to our love But baby when I get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of..."
He continued to hum until she stopped him with a slow, passionate kiss. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her lips. She broke apart, eyes still closed.
"Thank you." She said breathily.
"You're welcome." He replied.
"You did, you got me back and you showed me... what you're made of." She smiled.
"I'll love you forever." He whispered.
After that, they held each other until they knew it was too late. They had to leave, had to wake up and face reality. Face death. They said goodbye, kissed one last time, and disappeared to wake up in their separate locations that were not that far apart after all.
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~A/N~ So what'd ya think? Hmm I'm not a mind reader so how about you TELL ME! Review, you know you want to ;) *DiM
NEXT CHAPTER: THE BATTLE!