Darkness is My Light
By: Melanie
The Annoying Little Evil Writer Girl
LadyChangLian@aol.com
Disclaimer: Previous disclaimer, on Prologue, applies to all chapters.
Well I'm sitting here, and I should write, but I just can't seem to get going. I know exactly what happens next, but I am stuck, therefore I don't want to write. I hate it! So as the Ents say (^_^) I should get hasty. But I CAN'T!!!!!!!
Notes: I don't hate Harry; his part in Draco/Hermione fics usually just annoys me.
I noticed a couple of people reviewed along the lines of "more vigorous sex scenes" and "kissing scenes for Draco and Hermione". Think reasonably here, Hermione has suffered abuse and terror, why in the world would she all of a sudden jump into bed with someone? Well, duh, she wouldn't. This doesn't mean the two won't end up together, but there is little in the way of "sex right this instant!" That would make for a very thin and blatantly insensitive plot, exactly what bad stories are made of.
Sorry for delays, I am a slow writer. But thanks to everyone who reviewed, it was overwhelming. I have yet to get a review from someone who disliked the story; it's all positive.
Sorry for the numbers on the second chapter, I tried re-posting and deleting the story seven times, and no matter what, they wouldn't go away. Not sure why they're even there.
Thoughts are in /these/
FF.net Penname: TALEWG (for now)
Chapter 2
All she had done was blinked, and then she was here. The question was, where here was; frankly Hermione wasn't sure of the answer. But when she looked up at Draco Malfoy, then at the wall behind him, then back at him, it was obvious; they were at his house. The walls perfectly matched the paintings, which completely matched his clothing's color and style. Which was, in Hermione's opinion, utterly sad.
Draco seemed to notice what she saw and let go of her hand. He turned his back on her and began to walk away, his robes billowing out from his body. "Wait!"
Draco turned to look at Hermione, "What?"
"Why am I here, your house, what do I do now, and are you just going to leave me here?" She said in a bit of a panicked fear. She wasn't sure being locked up in Draco Malfoy's house was the safest thing. Then again, neither was being locked up in Harry's.
"First of all, I saved you. I have lived through history enough; I didn't survive just to watch it repeated. Second, you will be safe here, because we won't hurt you here. Third, you can do whatever you want.within good judgement. Fourth, I am not leaving at all. Just going somewhere else in the manor. Do you have another string of questions to ask me?"
Hermione scowled, "There is no need to be rude, especially when you brought me here against my will!"
"I saved you."
"Putting that aside, if you don't hurt me, I should be fine. What did you mean we? Don't you live alone?"
"No."
"I mean besides your servants and house elves."
"I know."
"-And their families."
"I know that."
"Well, then who lives here with you? It doesn't take a genius to look at this place and know that you aren't married. Besides I don't think you could land a girl, or a guy."
"Oh, I'm hurt. That has shattered my fragile heart, and I shall never be the same again," Draco sarcastically shut Hermione up. "There is one other person in this house, besides you," he added as Hermione opened her mouth. "You can go anywhere in the house except the locked corridor on the second floor. I'll have the house elves make up a bed for you, other than that, you are free to do whatever you want."
"How about if I apperate away from this place?" Hermione stated the question with defiance.
"First of all, you don't know where you are, and that complicates things, now doesn't it? If you choose to use floo powder, since unlike apperation, you don't need to know where you are, I doubt you would want to go back to an abusing lover," Draco was practically yelling at the notion. Hermione figured that abuse affected him deeper than one would think. She opened her mouth to say something, but soon realized that she couldn't disagree with his last statement and quickly shut it again. Draco flexed and balled his hands several times before he could finally look back at Hermione. "I have something to take care of, if you want answers, I'll see you in the morning. Ask any elf or servant if you wish for something, and later, if you wish, Delia here will show you to your room," Draco pointed at the little girl sleeping on a couch. Hermione figured that she was family of a maid or worker, but it seemed she was totally happy at the Malfoy manor. She was dressed in a silk shirt and a matching blue satin skirt; the blanket she had was clean and embroidered, it seemed that even the servants were like a part of the family.
Draco turned and again began to leave. He stopped at the door, however, and looked back. "However, I have a feeling you will be spending a lot of time in this room above all else." Then he was gone.
Hermione suddenly realized that Draco had not said who else actually lived in the house. /Interesting./
She shook off whatever shock she still had. /Harry can't find me here. And so far Malfoy has been a-somewhat-gentleman. I don't think this will be all that bad./ Hermione's thoughts drifted in and out of topic. She then remembered what Draco had only moments ago said: I have a feeling you will be spending a lot of time in this room.
"Now why did he say that?" she muttered to herself. However, she soon answered her question when she turned around. The room was a wall-to-wall, floor to twelve-foot ceiling, corner to corner library. The first image that surfaced within her numbed mind was of the old movie Beauty and the Beast. Then, the rational part of her mind stated that the room must have been at least twice as big as the one from the movie, and four times as big as the library at Hogwarts. She was dazed, like she had died and gone to heaven, which she hoped wasn't the case. This was better than any movie, because this library held magic, and nothing but.
"Not too bad, not at all."
Thanks to my Beta reader, Flame Tigress, who gave me the very encouraging words: "This chapter wasn't as desperately in need of fixing as Chapter 1 (no offense
meant; you realize that it needed a bit of beta-reading.)" And also made me very happy by stating that she hated me for getting 53 reviews. Seriously people, her writing is soooo much better than mine. The human dictionary is what she is; not mention, her ability for writing emotions, mainly pain, is absolutely fabulous! Better than I could hope to do, so go read her stuff! You won't regret it!
By: Melanie
The Annoying Little Evil Writer Girl
LadyChangLian@aol.com
Disclaimer: Previous disclaimer, on Prologue, applies to all chapters.
Well I'm sitting here, and I should write, but I just can't seem to get going. I know exactly what happens next, but I am stuck, therefore I don't want to write. I hate it! So as the Ents say (^_^) I should get hasty. But I CAN'T!!!!!!!
Notes: I don't hate Harry; his part in Draco/Hermione fics usually just annoys me.
I noticed a couple of people reviewed along the lines of "more vigorous sex scenes" and "kissing scenes for Draco and Hermione". Think reasonably here, Hermione has suffered abuse and terror, why in the world would she all of a sudden jump into bed with someone? Well, duh, she wouldn't. This doesn't mean the two won't end up together, but there is little in the way of "sex right this instant!" That would make for a very thin and blatantly insensitive plot, exactly what bad stories are made of.
Sorry for delays, I am a slow writer. But thanks to everyone who reviewed, it was overwhelming. I have yet to get a review from someone who disliked the story; it's all positive.
Sorry for the numbers on the second chapter, I tried re-posting and deleting the story seven times, and no matter what, they wouldn't go away. Not sure why they're even there.
Thoughts are in /these/
FF.net Penname: TALEWG (for now)
Chapter 2
All she had done was blinked, and then she was here. The question was, where here was; frankly Hermione wasn't sure of the answer. But when she looked up at Draco Malfoy, then at the wall behind him, then back at him, it was obvious; they were at his house. The walls perfectly matched the paintings, which completely matched his clothing's color and style. Which was, in Hermione's opinion, utterly sad.
Draco seemed to notice what she saw and let go of her hand. He turned his back on her and began to walk away, his robes billowing out from his body. "Wait!"
Draco turned to look at Hermione, "What?"
"Why am I here, your house, what do I do now, and are you just going to leave me here?" She said in a bit of a panicked fear. She wasn't sure being locked up in Draco Malfoy's house was the safest thing. Then again, neither was being locked up in Harry's.
"First of all, I saved you. I have lived through history enough; I didn't survive just to watch it repeated. Second, you will be safe here, because we won't hurt you here. Third, you can do whatever you want.within good judgement. Fourth, I am not leaving at all. Just going somewhere else in the manor. Do you have another string of questions to ask me?"
Hermione scowled, "There is no need to be rude, especially when you brought me here against my will!"
"I saved you."
"Putting that aside, if you don't hurt me, I should be fine. What did you mean we? Don't you live alone?"
"No."
"I mean besides your servants and house elves."
"I know."
"-And their families."
"I know that."
"Well, then who lives here with you? It doesn't take a genius to look at this place and know that you aren't married. Besides I don't think you could land a girl, or a guy."
"Oh, I'm hurt. That has shattered my fragile heart, and I shall never be the same again," Draco sarcastically shut Hermione up. "There is one other person in this house, besides you," he added as Hermione opened her mouth. "You can go anywhere in the house except the locked corridor on the second floor. I'll have the house elves make up a bed for you, other than that, you are free to do whatever you want."
"How about if I apperate away from this place?" Hermione stated the question with defiance.
"First of all, you don't know where you are, and that complicates things, now doesn't it? If you choose to use floo powder, since unlike apperation, you don't need to know where you are, I doubt you would want to go back to an abusing lover," Draco was practically yelling at the notion. Hermione figured that abuse affected him deeper than one would think. She opened her mouth to say something, but soon realized that she couldn't disagree with his last statement and quickly shut it again. Draco flexed and balled his hands several times before he could finally look back at Hermione. "I have something to take care of, if you want answers, I'll see you in the morning. Ask any elf or servant if you wish for something, and later, if you wish, Delia here will show you to your room," Draco pointed at the little girl sleeping on a couch. Hermione figured that she was family of a maid or worker, but it seemed she was totally happy at the Malfoy manor. She was dressed in a silk shirt and a matching blue satin skirt; the blanket she had was clean and embroidered, it seemed that even the servants were like a part of the family.
Draco turned and again began to leave. He stopped at the door, however, and looked back. "However, I have a feeling you will be spending a lot of time in this room above all else." Then he was gone.
Hermione suddenly realized that Draco had not said who else actually lived in the house. /Interesting./
She shook off whatever shock she still had. /Harry can't find me here. And so far Malfoy has been a-somewhat-gentleman. I don't think this will be all that bad./ Hermione's thoughts drifted in and out of topic. She then remembered what Draco had only moments ago said: I have a feeling you will be spending a lot of time in this room.
"Now why did he say that?" she muttered to herself. However, she soon answered her question when she turned around. The room was a wall-to-wall, floor to twelve-foot ceiling, corner to corner library. The first image that surfaced within her numbed mind was of the old movie Beauty and the Beast. Then, the rational part of her mind stated that the room must have been at least twice as big as the one from the movie, and four times as big as the library at Hogwarts. She was dazed, like she had died and gone to heaven, which she hoped wasn't the case. This was better than any movie, because this library held magic, and nothing but.
"Not too bad, not at all."
Thanks to my Beta reader, Flame Tigress, who gave me the very encouraging words: "This chapter wasn't as desperately in need of fixing as Chapter 1 (no offense
meant; you realize that it needed a bit of beta-reading.)" And also made me very happy by stating that she hated me for getting 53 reviews. Seriously people, her writing is soooo much better than mine. The human dictionary is what she is; not mention, her ability for writing emotions, mainly pain, is absolutely fabulous! Better than I could hope to do, so go read her stuff! You won't regret it!