"Virginia..."
That word echoed in her mind long after she had awoken. The raw emotion he had portrayed in that one whisper tore at her heart. The way he had said her name...his tone held so much love and remorse it broke her all over again. There were so many regrets. Their anniversary dinner, their approaching summer wedding....their honeymoon. They were going to spend many years together, but now she would have no more then the past to look back on. She sniffled as she thought that in his final moment he had chosen to use his last breath to speak her name one last time.
She remembered, in their more intimate moments, the way he would say her name. It would silkily slide from his tongue, making it sound like she was the rarest, most beautiful creature. He had made her feel special, priceless.
Now that he was gone, she was once again a simple Weasely; common and worth little.
Oh Merlin....he's gone.
Realization hit her like a stampeding hippogriff. Draco Malfoy was dead. The insufferable git that went out of his way to berate the Weasely family, the quick witted and sharp tongued prat who begrudgingly helped her to the infirmary after she had fallen down two flights of stairs, the confusingly attractive wizard who had come to her aid when cornered by a pack of sixth year Slytherins, the adorably jealous nutter who scared her date to the Yule Ball away, the surprisingly gentle man who had tucked a lock of her untamable hair behind her ear when she was studying, the tender soul wrapped in darkness and sarcasm that had held her close just because he wanted to, was gone. As in never coming back, you'll have to live with the memories because there is no future, dead as a muggle doornail, gone.
At that moment she desperately wished for sleep to again claim her. For in sleep, she could live out her dreams and not suffer the reality that they will actually never come true. She bit her lower lip as she clamped her eyes shut, frantically willing herself to sleep, but her attempts were in vain.
"I will never hurt you Virginia. I'll never leave..."
Her eyes snapped open as his promise sprung to the forefront of her memory. He had lied. She had never known true pain until now. The agony of a shattered and lonely heart was surely more then she could handle. He had left her, in such a way that ensured he would never return, ripping from her hands any hopes she may have clung to.
Sorrowful chocolate eyes hardened with cold fury - their warm depths icing over with growing hatred.
It was he who caused her this pain. He was the one who abandoned her and their future. He was the one who stole her heart and invaded her soul before leaving: taking with him what was rightfully hers. She was now a shell of who she once was, and he was to blame.
"I hate you, Draco." As she uttered these words, ice and stone crept throughout her heart, slowly consuming every shard. "Damn you for doing this to me....for breaking your promise."
Though her voice was steady, tears of brokenness slipped out before she could hold them back. She blinked them away dispassionately and the lump of grief that had been lodged in her throat for days began to dissolve as she subconsciously retreated into herself. Within her solitude there was no pain, but a numbness that was all too welcomed.
A cool touch of a breeze caressed her pale and sallow skin and toyed with her disheveled hair. Hollow eyes drifted into focus as she looked up. Her throat constricted in fear, yet a flicker of wonder dashed across her empty gaze. A bludger sized sphere was levitated before her. It was a swirl of light and dark - a mass of dueling mists. It glided closer, stopping mere inches from her apprehensive facial features. It seemed to peer, if that was possible when no eyes could be seen, at her, studying, as if to confirm she was indeed who it was looking for. It was slightly unnerving to have this unknown and foreign phantasm floating in front her.
The mists paused in their elegant battle for a moment in a sign of recognition before resuming their enchanting war. She gritted her teeth as hot anger surged through her veins, for it reminded her of Draco - a mixture of light and dark. Each quality having its own advantages, both warring for dominance over the other. A duel represented by the sphere's shape; having neither beginning nor end, but ongoing for eternity. The war, while vicious, held nothing short of poetic grace and artistic beauty.
The mysterious orb slowly floated away from her, beckoning her to follow. Transfixed, she rose from her bed; the linen sheets sliding from her nude body as she left it behind. It flickered, the solidity fading. Though she didn't understand it, panic struck her hard. With a yelp she lunged forward with one thing on her mind: don't loose sight of the orb. The instant her flesh made contact her surroundings dissolved eerily into darkness. Her panic was replaced by fear. Just what had she gotten herself into?
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To Be Continued...
That word echoed in her mind long after she had awoken. The raw emotion he had portrayed in that one whisper tore at her heart. The way he had said her name...his tone held so much love and remorse it broke her all over again. There were so many regrets. Their anniversary dinner, their approaching summer wedding....their honeymoon. They were going to spend many years together, but now she would have no more then the past to look back on. She sniffled as she thought that in his final moment he had chosen to use his last breath to speak her name one last time.
She remembered, in their more intimate moments, the way he would say her name. It would silkily slide from his tongue, making it sound like she was the rarest, most beautiful creature. He had made her feel special, priceless.
Now that he was gone, she was once again a simple Weasely; common and worth little.
Oh Merlin....he's gone.
Realization hit her like a stampeding hippogriff. Draco Malfoy was dead. The insufferable git that went out of his way to berate the Weasely family, the quick witted and sharp tongued prat who begrudgingly helped her to the infirmary after she had fallen down two flights of stairs, the confusingly attractive wizard who had come to her aid when cornered by a pack of sixth year Slytherins, the adorably jealous nutter who scared her date to the Yule Ball away, the surprisingly gentle man who had tucked a lock of her untamable hair behind her ear when she was studying, the tender soul wrapped in darkness and sarcasm that had held her close just because he wanted to, was gone. As in never coming back, you'll have to live with the memories because there is no future, dead as a muggle doornail, gone.
At that moment she desperately wished for sleep to again claim her. For in sleep, she could live out her dreams and not suffer the reality that they will actually never come true. She bit her lower lip as she clamped her eyes shut, frantically willing herself to sleep, but her attempts were in vain.
"I will never hurt you Virginia. I'll never leave..."
Her eyes snapped open as his promise sprung to the forefront of her memory. He had lied. She had never known true pain until now. The agony of a shattered and lonely heart was surely more then she could handle. He had left her, in such a way that ensured he would never return, ripping from her hands any hopes she may have clung to.
Sorrowful chocolate eyes hardened with cold fury - their warm depths icing over with growing hatred.
It was he who caused her this pain. He was the one who abandoned her and their future. He was the one who stole her heart and invaded her soul before leaving: taking with him what was rightfully hers. She was now a shell of who she once was, and he was to blame.
"I hate you, Draco." As she uttered these words, ice and stone crept throughout her heart, slowly consuming every shard. "Damn you for doing this to me....for breaking your promise."
Though her voice was steady, tears of brokenness slipped out before she could hold them back. She blinked them away dispassionately and the lump of grief that had been lodged in her throat for days began to dissolve as she subconsciously retreated into herself. Within her solitude there was no pain, but a numbness that was all too welcomed.
A cool touch of a breeze caressed her pale and sallow skin and toyed with her disheveled hair. Hollow eyes drifted into focus as she looked up. Her throat constricted in fear, yet a flicker of wonder dashed across her empty gaze. A bludger sized sphere was levitated before her. It was a swirl of light and dark - a mass of dueling mists. It glided closer, stopping mere inches from her apprehensive facial features. It seemed to peer, if that was possible when no eyes could be seen, at her, studying, as if to confirm she was indeed who it was looking for. It was slightly unnerving to have this unknown and foreign phantasm floating in front her.
The mists paused in their elegant battle for a moment in a sign of recognition before resuming their enchanting war. She gritted her teeth as hot anger surged through her veins, for it reminded her of Draco - a mixture of light and dark. Each quality having its own advantages, both warring for dominance over the other. A duel represented by the sphere's shape; having neither beginning nor end, but ongoing for eternity. The war, while vicious, held nothing short of poetic grace and artistic beauty.
The mysterious orb slowly floated away from her, beckoning her to follow. Transfixed, she rose from her bed; the linen sheets sliding from her nude body as she left it behind. It flickered, the solidity fading. Though she didn't understand it, panic struck her hard. With a yelp she lunged forward with one thing on her mind: don't loose sight of the orb. The instant her flesh made contact her surroundings dissolved eerily into darkness. Her panic was replaced by fear. Just what had she gotten herself into?
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To Be Continued...