Line of Seduction
A/N To those of you who figured it out bravo! Thank you all for reviewing this far, I do not know where I shall stop whether it be in the chapter or some further on. Oh well continue to read and tell others about my story.
Chapter 8(?)
The wind was blowing hard on this morning like it had every morning they had been on the ship. The sun provided little warmth. Harry stood there, not quite understanding what Draco had said to him. Why would Draco kill Ron? There were other questions going on inside Harry's head but that was the one he heard the most. Draco looked like he had never looked before. His face was toward the ground and there was no sound from either of the men for a moment. Draco lifted his head and for the first time Harry saw the dark circles under his eyes and sadness behind them. Harry saw Draco in a different light, he looked humane. "Why?" was all Harry said. "You haven't figured it out by now?" Draco said in a voice very much not his own. Harry looked on at him, wanting an answer. "I love her," Draco said softly. Harry began to breathe deeply and he felt anger rising deep within him. "Hermione?" Harry managed to choke out. "I always have, on some level I despised her because I loved her so much. But I knew she would never love me, she would always love you. She would only be happy with you, never with Ron. I wanted her to be happy," Draco said. Harry wanted to smash Draco's face in; he was implying that he loved Hermione more than Harry! "If you really loved her you would know that she hates death. Even though she was willing to kill for me, and I for her," Harry said. Draco nodded silently. Harry started to walk off but Draco spoke once more. "But you are not sorry that he is dead," Draco said, not in question or statement form. Harry turned around. This answer would haunt him. If he said no, he would be angry with himself because even after all the hate he had felt for Ron because he stole Hermione, he faintly remembered when he was 11. He was lonely, he was afraid and out of the darkness came the world's best friend; Ron Weasley. And over the years that young, innocent boy had grown into a sneaky, greedy man. If Harry said yes, he would feel awful because he did not want to think about putting anyone over Hermione. Harry opened his mouth to answer. He shut it and looked down. He turned around and walked off toward Hermione.
A/N This is a very good chapter as well. Thank you all for reviewing this is my favorite story that I have written. Read my song, She Cries His Tears, I think it is brilliant. Recommend this to y our friends! And keep reading I think the next chapter will be the last.
A/N To those of you who figured it out bravo! Thank you all for reviewing this far, I do not know where I shall stop whether it be in the chapter or some further on. Oh well continue to read and tell others about my story.
Chapter 8(?)
The wind was blowing hard on this morning like it had every morning they had been on the ship. The sun provided little warmth. Harry stood there, not quite understanding what Draco had said to him. Why would Draco kill Ron? There were other questions going on inside Harry's head but that was the one he heard the most. Draco looked like he had never looked before. His face was toward the ground and there was no sound from either of the men for a moment. Draco lifted his head and for the first time Harry saw the dark circles under his eyes and sadness behind them. Harry saw Draco in a different light, he looked humane. "Why?" was all Harry said. "You haven't figured it out by now?" Draco said in a voice very much not his own. Harry looked on at him, wanting an answer. "I love her," Draco said softly. Harry began to breathe deeply and he felt anger rising deep within him. "Hermione?" Harry managed to choke out. "I always have, on some level I despised her because I loved her so much. But I knew she would never love me, she would always love you. She would only be happy with you, never with Ron. I wanted her to be happy," Draco said. Harry wanted to smash Draco's face in; he was implying that he loved Hermione more than Harry! "If you really loved her you would know that she hates death. Even though she was willing to kill for me, and I for her," Harry said. Draco nodded silently. Harry started to walk off but Draco spoke once more. "But you are not sorry that he is dead," Draco said, not in question or statement form. Harry turned around. This answer would haunt him. If he said no, he would be angry with himself because even after all the hate he had felt for Ron because he stole Hermione, he faintly remembered when he was 11. He was lonely, he was afraid and out of the darkness came the world's best friend; Ron Weasley. And over the years that young, innocent boy had grown into a sneaky, greedy man. If Harry said yes, he would feel awful because he did not want to think about putting anyone over Hermione. Harry opened his mouth to answer. He shut it and looked down. He turned around and walked off toward Hermione.
A/N This is a very good chapter as well. Thank you all for reviewing this is my favorite story that I have written. Read my song, She Cries His Tears, I think it is brilliant. Recommend this to y our friends! And keep reading I think the next chapter will be the last.