Whodunit
A/N I want to thank all of you who reviewed and have kept reading. Read my others, H/H!
And she sat there, staring, only staring at the blade that lay before her. She sat in her Victorian style chair looking at the knife; it was long, sleek, and sharp. So sharp she had cut herself that evening taking it out of the case. She watched as the blood trickled down her index finger. So soft, and red. She thought about the small things because she and her lover were going to kill her husband. And yet, she did not care. She could spend years in Azkaban for murdering a millionaire, she could be found out, she might have to be on the run for the rest of her life.and yet, she It did not matter. She would do anything for Harry and he would do anything for her. She heard the door to her room open and soft footsteps, confident and strong, come toward the back of her chair. Hands came to rest on the back of the chair. She grabbed one and held it, knowing it was Harry. " Are you scared?" Harry asked her softly. " Will be with me?" she asked. " Yes." " Then no," she answered firmly. " I am not scared." Harry came around to face her, he sat on the bed. She looked at him, studied his face. He showed no signs of fear, only love. " We will wait in our rooms until midnight. Then when he is asleep we will go in and stab him, together." His look was grim though she could detect the slightest since of mischief. A single tear rolled down her cheek and he saw. He put his hand on hers and asked, " What is wrong?" " He used to be our best friend. He would defend us, help us, and stand by our side. Whatever happened to that Ron that we knew and loved?" She asked looking at Harry for answers. He bent his head slightly and then brought it back up. Hermione could tell he had also been pondering this thought, and she hated herself. If only. She thought aloud," If only you had not gone off to fight, if only he had not fallen in love with me, tricked me, if only he-" Stop," Harry said, in pain. He now cried. She tried to comfort him, but she could not for she herself was crying. She moved to the bed and fell in his arms, and they cried, for a very long time. Neither wanted to kill him, but love must conquer all.
A/N I am sorry that I have not gotten to the murder, it will be next chapter I promise. I wrote this because I wanted you guys to know how painful it was for them to have to kill him, but as it said, love must conquer all. Thank you for reading and if you did not like it, read something else, I write for me, not you. Review! Please and thank you!
A/N I want to thank all of you who reviewed and have kept reading. Read my others, H/H!
And she sat there, staring, only staring at the blade that lay before her. She sat in her Victorian style chair looking at the knife; it was long, sleek, and sharp. So sharp she had cut herself that evening taking it out of the case. She watched as the blood trickled down her index finger. So soft, and red. She thought about the small things because she and her lover were going to kill her husband. And yet, she did not care. She could spend years in Azkaban for murdering a millionaire, she could be found out, she might have to be on the run for the rest of her life.and yet, she It did not matter. She would do anything for Harry and he would do anything for her. She heard the door to her room open and soft footsteps, confident and strong, come toward the back of her chair. Hands came to rest on the back of the chair. She grabbed one and held it, knowing it was Harry. " Are you scared?" Harry asked her softly. " Will be with me?" she asked. " Yes." " Then no," she answered firmly. " I am not scared." Harry came around to face her, he sat on the bed. She looked at him, studied his face. He showed no signs of fear, only love. " We will wait in our rooms until midnight. Then when he is asleep we will go in and stab him, together." His look was grim though she could detect the slightest since of mischief. A single tear rolled down her cheek and he saw. He put his hand on hers and asked, " What is wrong?" " He used to be our best friend. He would defend us, help us, and stand by our side. Whatever happened to that Ron that we knew and loved?" She asked looking at Harry for answers. He bent his head slightly and then brought it back up. Hermione could tell he had also been pondering this thought, and she hated herself. If only. She thought aloud," If only you had not gone off to fight, if only he had not fallen in love with me, tricked me, if only he-" Stop," Harry said, in pain. He now cried. She tried to comfort him, but she could not for she herself was crying. She moved to the bed and fell in his arms, and they cried, for a very long time. Neither wanted to kill him, but love must conquer all.
A/N I am sorry that I have not gotten to the murder, it will be next chapter I promise. I wrote this because I wanted you guys to know how painful it was for them to have to kill him, but as it said, love must conquer all. Thank you for reading and if you did not like it, read something else, I write for me, not you. Review! Please and thank you!