Hermione awoke to see Draco's rain blue eyes looking at her intently.
"Decided you're actually human yet?" She stretched her sore limbs and looked up at him.
"Can I tempt you with some marzipan?" His hands were awkwardly holding a small glass dish.
"Hmmm. Let me see...let's try, NO."
Hermione found her hands bound magically with black silk. Her eyes were also covered with the soft material, and she could no longer see anything but darkness.
"Sorry, I had to." Draco's voice didn't seem very sorry. It seemed heavy with a sense of duty. But why would he need to do this? Because he's going to kill you stupid! screamed the little voice in the back of Hermione's mind. He's played his little twisted games with you and now he's going to dispose of you.
Then suddenly, almost impulsively, Draco's soft lips found her's. In the snow-flake-like kiss Hermione could sense pure deep emotion. It ran through their veins like undiluted cherry cordial. But, she then remembered that her life was going to be taken moments away from this toffee-coated kiss with him.
Not like this, the voice in her mind was now saying. Life can't end like this...not when perfection has been found at last amongst chaos. Not when everything so wrong feels so right.
He pulled away, and gently tugged on the ties around her wrists.
"Come on then."
Hermione was furious, half longing madly for the kiss that had ended so suddenly.
"I'm not a damn trained monkey! Why are you so...so..." She lost her words, and instead, sobbed quietly behind the blindfold.
Draco longed to wrap his arms around her and stop the tears from streaming down her face. He gently wiped a tear that hung on her left cheek.
"Because I realise you were right. I don't hate you...I lo-" He paused. "No, not here. Just come with me. Imperio." The curse was whispered, and Hermione, like a puppet on invisible strings, had no choice but to follow him.
*
The poppy field lay beyond the woods. Red, pink and orange poppies filled the air with a nauseatingly saccharine smell, which, if inhaled for too long, made your head spin. Hermione thought she must have looked rather stupid, walking along blindly behind Draco. Of course, the spell on her made sure she didn't crash into any walls...but since he was the one in control, her next step could very well lead her off the edge of a cliff. When they reached the field, Hermione felt her head spin with the scent of the flowers. The tart sweetness smothered her lungs, and she somehow felt sleepy and edgy at the same time. Draco suddenly let go of her wrists and instead pulled her in to embrace her.
"Hermione..." He whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His lips gently placed a zephyr-light kiss on her lips. A startling contrast was made to the tender emotion in his kiss when Hermione felt the wintry sensation of something metal against her wrist. Hermione felt strangely empty, like death itself had dragged her, an Alice in Wonderland of sorts, down some sort of flipped out rabbit hole. A lone tear trailed slowly down her cheek. Draco was always singing half-insane. Well, if she was going to die...might as well play his game one last time.
"Somewhere over the rainbow...way up high...there's a land that I've heard of, once in a lullaby..." Her voice was barely there, almost a whisper in the syrupy breeze.
"Oh shut up woman." He silenced her with another surprisingly gentle kiss.
Hermione sucked in a frightened breath and choked back a sob. The metal was back against her skin.
Her final moment had come.
"Decided you're actually human yet?" She stretched her sore limbs and looked up at him.
"Can I tempt you with some marzipan?" His hands were awkwardly holding a small glass dish.
"Hmmm. Let me see...let's try, NO."
Hermione found her hands bound magically with black silk. Her eyes were also covered with the soft material, and she could no longer see anything but darkness.
"Sorry, I had to." Draco's voice didn't seem very sorry. It seemed heavy with a sense of duty. But why would he need to do this? Because he's going to kill you stupid! screamed the little voice in the back of Hermione's mind. He's played his little twisted games with you and now he's going to dispose of you.
Then suddenly, almost impulsively, Draco's soft lips found her's. In the snow-flake-like kiss Hermione could sense pure deep emotion. It ran through their veins like undiluted cherry cordial. But, she then remembered that her life was going to be taken moments away from this toffee-coated kiss with him.
Not like this, the voice in her mind was now saying. Life can't end like this...not when perfection has been found at last amongst chaos. Not when everything so wrong feels so right.
He pulled away, and gently tugged on the ties around her wrists.
"Come on then."
Hermione was furious, half longing madly for the kiss that had ended so suddenly.
"I'm not a damn trained monkey! Why are you so...so..." She lost her words, and instead, sobbed quietly behind the blindfold.
Draco longed to wrap his arms around her and stop the tears from streaming down her face. He gently wiped a tear that hung on her left cheek.
"Because I realise you were right. I don't hate you...I lo-" He paused. "No, not here. Just come with me. Imperio." The curse was whispered, and Hermione, like a puppet on invisible strings, had no choice but to follow him.
*
The poppy field lay beyond the woods. Red, pink and orange poppies filled the air with a nauseatingly saccharine smell, which, if inhaled for too long, made your head spin. Hermione thought she must have looked rather stupid, walking along blindly behind Draco. Of course, the spell on her made sure she didn't crash into any walls...but since he was the one in control, her next step could very well lead her off the edge of a cliff. When they reached the field, Hermione felt her head spin with the scent of the flowers. The tart sweetness smothered her lungs, and she somehow felt sleepy and edgy at the same time. Draco suddenly let go of her wrists and instead pulled her in to embrace her.
"Hermione..." He whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His lips gently placed a zephyr-light kiss on her lips. A startling contrast was made to the tender emotion in his kiss when Hermione felt the wintry sensation of something metal against her wrist. Hermione felt strangely empty, like death itself had dragged her, an Alice in Wonderland of sorts, down some sort of flipped out rabbit hole. A lone tear trailed slowly down her cheek. Draco was always singing half-insane. Well, if she was going to die...might as well play his game one last time.
"Somewhere over the rainbow...way up high...there's a land that I've heard of, once in a lullaby..." Her voice was barely there, almost a whisper in the syrupy breeze.
"Oh shut up woman." He silenced her with another surprisingly gentle kiss.
Hermione sucked in a frightened breath and choked back a sob. The metal was back against her skin.
Her final moment had come.
