Title: Tempting Evil
Rated: PG-13 maybe R later
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Hermione jerked back from Draco's embrace. She was lying in a field of daisys. It was the most beautiful site she had ever seen. The blue sky held little puffs of clouds and the daisys smiled at the sun rays that streamed across the fields. She hadn't even noticed that her hand still rested on the bare chest of Draco Malfoy, who was now staring enrapturedly into Hermione's face. Maybe she had died and gone to heaven, and the world was at peace and there was going to be no more deaths and hate. Just maybe she had the old Draco back, but that thought brought only tears to her eyes because she could never be sure whether or not Draco was hers. The trust was never going to be there. If this were heaven he wouldn't be here, Hermione thought. Maybe hell had a beautiful visage.
Draco found his hand brushing away Hermione's stray tears. Her eyes had flashed to meet his on his first touch. They were questioning. Asking if this were real; if he were real. Unanswerable questions. He hadn't remembered landing in a gloriously beautiful meadow and here he was with the one woman that he knew he couldn't live without. She wasn't good for him. Every minute he lay within her prescence his addiction to her grew into something more akin to obscession, but he had learned through bitter lessons that what one wants the most is what is most likely lost. Too hold too tight just means that the one prexious jem would slip ever faster from ones grasp.
"Please don't cry my beautiful Mione." Words that came out a whisper upon the gentel winds. Hermione thought she dreamt those bittersweet pleas. She needed to break free of the web of lies and deciet that he had cast around her. Where were the barriers that she had built for herself. Had they faded upon Draco's sweet onslaught.
"Where are we?" Hermione tried to put the demand and command back into her voice, but her question came out a breathy whisper.
"Does it matter Mione. What does it matter as long as we're together." It was that response that ended the beautiful dream for Hermione. Rendez-vous came. Draco had said those words before. He had said those words when she thought that they would be together forever. He wasn't a different Draco. It was the same person. Untrustworthy and hurtful and she felt herself draw back from her happy imaginings. Her jaws clenched and she said in calm even tones,
"I would rather die than be with you for the rest of my life."
******************Sorry I didn't get a chance to spell check that so there are a lot of grammatical errors. *****************
Next chapter should be longer. Review Please
Rated: PG-13 maybe R later
E-mail: czarinasnappy@yahoo.com
*A Harry Potter Fanfiction Archive ---This is my new site. Please submit fanfiction here. I'm in desperate need.* Thanx
Hermione jerked back from Draco's embrace. She was lying in a field of daisys. It was the most beautiful site she had ever seen. The blue sky held little puffs of clouds and the daisys smiled at the sun rays that streamed across the fields. She hadn't even noticed that her hand still rested on the bare chest of Draco Malfoy, who was now staring enrapturedly into Hermione's face. Maybe she had died and gone to heaven, and the world was at peace and there was going to be no more deaths and hate. Just maybe she had the old Draco back, but that thought brought only tears to her eyes because she could never be sure whether or not Draco was hers. The trust was never going to be there. If this were heaven he wouldn't be here, Hermione thought. Maybe hell had a beautiful visage.
Draco found his hand brushing away Hermione's stray tears. Her eyes had flashed to meet his on his first touch. They were questioning. Asking if this were real; if he were real. Unanswerable questions. He hadn't remembered landing in a gloriously beautiful meadow and here he was with the one woman that he knew he couldn't live without. She wasn't good for him. Every minute he lay within her prescence his addiction to her grew into something more akin to obscession, but he had learned through bitter lessons that what one wants the most is what is most likely lost. Too hold too tight just means that the one prexious jem would slip ever faster from ones grasp.
"Please don't cry my beautiful Mione." Words that came out a whisper upon the gentel winds. Hermione thought she dreamt those bittersweet pleas. She needed to break free of the web of lies and deciet that he had cast around her. Where were the barriers that she had built for herself. Had they faded upon Draco's sweet onslaught.
"Where are we?" Hermione tried to put the demand and command back into her voice, but her question came out a breathy whisper.
"Does it matter Mione. What does it matter as long as we're together." It was that response that ended the beautiful dream for Hermione. Rendez-vous came. Draco had said those words before. He had said those words when she thought that they would be together forever. He wasn't a different Draco. It was the same person. Untrustworthy and hurtful and she felt herself draw back from her happy imaginings. Her jaws clenched and she said in calm even tones,
"I would rather die than be with you for the rest of my life."
******************Sorry I didn't get a chance to spell check that so there are a lot of grammatical errors. *****************
Next chapter should be longer. Review Please