My apologies all, I have engaged my person in yet another play. Rehearsals
run almost every night but oh well, this story is almost over. But never
fear, I'm typing a new one directly after called Gotcha. So read that my
insatiable readers! Onward!
The creature whirled itself around and tore away it's cloak, revealing a multi-colored skeleton. Each bone a separate vibrant color. "I am Marcus Flint!" It howled in rage. Flint pointed a yellow finger at Draco "And you, you betrayed me! We had a pact never to take her!" He swung his accusing limb to Hermione.
"It's not my fault she detests you!" Draco shot back.
"I held up my end of the bargain, Draco, I allowed you the position of Quidditch captain! But you still get her! It's unfair! And if she doesn't come to be willingly as she did you then I will kill her."
Draco placed his form more fully in front of Hermione "Over my dead body." He growled.
"That can be arranged!" Flint cried producing two swords out of thin air and tossing one to Draco. "We'll see how well you duel."
Draco clashed his sword against Flint's. Their swords were still for a moment as each battled for dominance. "And when you 'accedently' killed me during practice I suppose that wasn't your fault either." Spat Flint "But you didn't think I could come back and challenge you. Oh no, not almighty Malfoy, but I did and now, the price will be paid!"
With that Flint lunged from his stalemate with Draco and leapt at Hermione with his sword aimed wickedly for the heart.
Draco jumped in the path of the blade and was run through in an instant. Flint withdrew his blood covered sword as Draco fell before Hermione in a crumpled heap.
Hermione crawled to his side and took his hand in hers. "Oh, Draco, please don't be dead." She placed her fingers against his throat to test his pulse. There was none. He was dead. The cloaked figure that was his slayer cackled in the midst of Hermione's tears.
Suddenly a red haze of outrage fell over Hermione. "You bastard!" She cried standing and drawing her wand. "You deserve this! Crucio!" She shouted. She watched Flint writhe in agony in disgust.
"Hermione! I love you!" Flint gurgled through the blinding pain.
"Well I hate you." She whispered with conviction as the skeleton lie still and splintered into a thousand pieces.
Hermione dropped her wand and hung her head, allowing her tears to coat the ground. She returned to Draco's still frame. She shook her head "You are such an idiot. What were you thinking?" She sighed and tried to direct her mind to logic. She couldn't move his body, it was too heavy or she was too weak.
She bent her head over his "I hope you're happy now, you jerk, you drag me into this and then die." Her voice cracked. She pressed her lips against his and fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the difference.
She turned her back on him, buried her head in her hands and wept. Then she felt a hand gently take her hand. She looked up to see Draco. He cupped her face in his palm and brushed his thumb across her cheek, erasing the tears.
He brought his lips to hers gently, cupping her head. She pulled away "You evil person I thought you were dead, I demand." But he cut her off, pulling her head back to his. He raised his head reluctantly.
"You were dead." She accused. He smiled "My species can stop their hearts and lungs to reduce loss of blood until we're healed." He explained.
He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You do realize you've lost the bet."
She glared at him with full force. "You've got to be joking."
He shook his head "Tisk, tisk Hermione. Face it you kissed me of your own free will."
"I kissed a dead body." She thought for a moment "That sounded wrong but you know what I mean."
"But it was my dead body." He pointed out.
"Can we get out of here?" She demanded, becoming annoyed.
"Fine, follow me, my dear." He began down a tunnel.
I give this story one more chapter. Hang in there my readers! Bye!
The creature whirled itself around and tore away it's cloak, revealing a multi-colored skeleton. Each bone a separate vibrant color. "I am Marcus Flint!" It howled in rage. Flint pointed a yellow finger at Draco "And you, you betrayed me! We had a pact never to take her!" He swung his accusing limb to Hermione.
"It's not my fault she detests you!" Draco shot back.
"I held up my end of the bargain, Draco, I allowed you the position of Quidditch captain! But you still get her! It's unfair! And if she doesn't come to be willingly as she did you then I will kill her."
Draco placed his form more fully in front of Hermione "Over my dead body." He growled.
"That can be arranged!" Flint cried producing two swords out of thin air and tossing one to Draco. "We'll see how well you duel."
Draco clashed his sword against Flint's. Their swords were still for a moment as each battled for dominance. "And when you 'accedently' killed me during practice I suppose that wasn't your fault either." Spat Flint "But you didn't think I could come back and challenge you. Oh no, not almighty Malfoy, but I did and now, the price will be paid!"
With that Flint lunged from his stalemate with Draco and leapt at Hermione with his sword aimed wickedly for the heart.
Draco jumped in the path of the blade and was run through in an instant. Flint withdrew his blood covered sword as Draco fell before Hermione in a crumpled heap.
Hermione crawled to his side and took his hand in hers. "Oh, Draco, please don't be dead." She placed her fingers against his throat to test his pulse. There was none. He was dead. The cloaked figure that was his slayer cackled in the midst of Hermione's tears.
Suddenly a red haze of outrage fell over Hermione. "You bastard!" She cried standing and drawing her wand. "You deserve this! Crucio!" She shouted. She watched Flint writhe in agony in disgust.
"Hermione! I love you!" Flint gurgled through the blinding pain.
"Well I hate you." She whispered with conviction as the skeleton lie still and splintered into a thousand pieces.
Hermione dropped her wand and hung her head, allowing her tears to coat the ground. She returned to Draco's still frame. She shook her head "You are such an idiot. What were you thinking?" She sighed and tried to direct her mind to logic. She couldn't move his body, it was too heavy or she was too weak.
She bent her head over his "I hope you're happy now, you jerk, you drag me into this and then die." Her voice cracked. She pressed her lips against his and fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the difference.
She turned her back on him, buried her head in her hands and wept. Then she felt a hand gently take her hand. She looked up to see Draco. He cupped her face in his palm and brushed his thumb across her cheek, erasing the tears.
He brought his lips to hers gently, cupping her head. She pulled away "You evil person I thought you were dead, I demand." But he cut her off, pulling her head back to his. He raised his head reluctantly.
"You were dead." She accused. He smiled "My species can stop their hearts and lungs to reduce loss of blood until we're healed." He explained.
He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You do realize you've lost the bet."
She glared at him with full force. "You've got to be joking."
He shook his head "Tisk, tisk Hermione. Face it you kissed me of your own free will."
"I kissed a dead body." She thought for a moment "That sounded wrong but you know what I mean."
"But it was my dead body." He pointed out.
"Can we get out of here?" She demanded, becoming annoyed.
"Fine, follow me, my dear." He began down a tunnel.
I give this story one more chapter. Hang in there my readers! Bye!