Bleed II

If I had the chance,

to make love to you again...

I'd hold you in my arms,

and I'd never let it end...

If I had the chance,

just to be with you once more,

I'd be the kind of love,

that you've never had before...

*

"Make the potion, Wormtail!" Lucius barked more loudly.

"Yes, master," hissed Wormtail, a slight tone of loathing in his voice.

Lucius laughed a bit insanely. "It seems much calmer without that scarred boy, doesn't it, Wormtail?"

"Yes, master, you are very powerful," Wormtail complimented, stirring the potion with much more ease.

"And to think! Even the greatest Voldemort couldn't stay within lines of killing the infant boy!"

"Yes, master."

"This will be the greatest dark achievement! Ah yes, our former Lord has died by the hands of that boy, but we have succeeded in revenge! Revenge to him and all those who care for him! What's his wife's name again?"

"Hermione," Wormtail responded automatically.

Lucius spat in disgust. "A right filthy mudblood, she is. And to think she has had the Malfoy seed within her to produce a witch with blood such as hers. But, we will see the daughter's worth, Wormtail. She has proved to be quite the bound of evil the last time..." he gave a cold, hideous laugh.

"What are your plans, master?" his servant asked anxiously.

"That. Wormtail, is none of your concern. You proved to be non-trustworthy to our late Lord before, and I care not to discuss it...now, I must be off."

"Off? Where, master, may I ask?"

Lucius laughed. "You dare ask? Well, let's just say I received word from one of my most faithful servers. And the process will begin. Now."

*

He put the Imperius curse on her, I didn't know what to do, the death eaters, the dementors, they broke in they broke in....didn't know. Cissa...she...there was this glowing kind of red behind her, and she just...she seemed helpless. I tried to help her, I screamed as hard as I could, the light was blinding me, I could smell the sin, oh I smelled sin everywhere, it was the smell of power, the smell of evil. I felt filthy. Harry was holding onto me so tightly, he told me he'd go near Cissa, to get her...he tried to, but this sort of shield protected us from her, and he leaped backwards, and Cissa sort of ...she did this thing with her eyes and the kitchen went fuzzy and then there was the knife in her hand and she started to rise it above me and Harry pushed me away he got stabbed instead, she kept on stabbing I couldn't watch I couldn't watch. There was this light, and the death eaters started twitching in pain, I don't know what happened, don't know what happened, they just...all of them were gone, even that son of a bitch Lucius. And...there he was. Cissa had gone unconscious and ...he died right in my arms, Ron, he died right in my arms.

Ron clutched Hermione's arm tightly. "Why...why didn't you tell the Ministry?"

"I...don't know." She breathed softly against his neck. "It seemed so complicated...I..."

"Mommy?" a voice said. Hermione untangled herself from Ron and faced Cissa, who was in the doorway.

"I took my bath," she announced proudly. Hermione gave her a bright, gloating smile that she knew was fake.

"Great, Cissa! Go to bed, I'll be up in a minute."

Cissa nodded, and went off.

Hermione's smile vanished, and she walked up, closing the door, and leaned against it, her hands over her face. "I put a memory charm on her after that...I...It was my fault, Ron...it was mine..."

"Hermione..." he reached toward her and welcomed her to his arms. She clutched onto him, sobbing.

"I know why they went away," he whispered.

"Why?" she croaked.

"Because...Harry did the same thing his mother did for him. He saved you, 'Mione...he saved you..."

He cradled her in his arms for a moment, before realizing she had fallen asleep. He picked her up, and placed her on the bed, tucking her into the covers. He looked at the smiling picture of Harry by her bedside. He picked it up, smiling into the twinkling emerald eyes.

Harry was not smiling anymore, however. He was shaking his head sternly, as if a warning. Ron, finding this awfully strange, placed it back by her bedside, and with one more glance at Hermione, headed off to Cissa's room to say goodnight.

*

The blood, the blood...stab, stab, stab I am sorry Mommy I am sorry Mommy I killed Daddy stab, stab, stab.

Hermione awoke, with sweat trickling down the sides of her face. "No!" she screamed. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" She blinked, darkness surrounding her, and she sighed in relief. It was over, it was over.

"Hermione..." a soft voice said. She jerked upwards, and saw that a figure was beside her.

She gasped.

"...Ha...Harry?"

"Come closer, Hermione...let me kiss you..." he said quietly.

She shook off the covers, feeling dazed and rather perplexed. She went towards him as if tantalized by the sight of him.

"Harry, you're back," she whispered.

"I've never left you, 'Mione," he muttered. "Come closer."

She took tiny footsteps and filled the distance between them. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her, his lips brushing against hers...

And that's when her world exploded in shining, bursting light.

*

Draco didn't know where he was. Darkness flooded his bedroom, but there was something wrong, terribly wrong...his eyelids were half-closed, and he could feel someone's eyes pricking into him.

"Draco?" a voice whispered. He looked to his right and was startled to see Hermione sitting there.

"What - what're you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh Draco," she whispered, placing a hand on his bare chest, "I couldn't stay away..."

His heartbeat paced faster as she leaned closer to him. If it was a dream, he wanted it to last all night long...

Her hand traveled throughout his whole length, and he kissed her, feeling his body imprisoned against hers. But something was wrong...her lips weren't the same as Hermione's...Hermione wouldn't do things like this...she hardly even sounded like her...she was tugging at his hair much too fast, the calming pace that Hermione had once made love to him was gone. This woman was different, she was harsh, she was ruthless as she kissed him, tugging at his belt buckle ...his breathing grew heavy as he ran hand through her hair, opening his eyes and seeing that the soft, wavy brown hair was turning slowly darker by the second...

He pulled away, and screamed loudly as Katherine's face occupied his vision.

"You!" he cried hoarsely. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, tricking me like that, you bitch!?"

"Why, Draco," she said mirthlessly, blinking innocently, "I would've thought that was obvious." There was a wand in her hand, and she pointed it straight at his chest.

"You're coming with me...to serve your father."

And then they apparated.

*