'...iHe heard another chair scrape against the floor. "Ron," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and strangled. Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but he felt her nails digging into her skin. They pierced themselves where his Dark Mark lived. He could feel her digging deeper and deeper. It would leave a nasty bruise. He swallowed before making a move to push her away.
Before he could, her voice startled the static filled silence. "Did you kill him?"' /i
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A thousand responses rushed through him before he inwardly kicked himself. His lips were set in the usual sneer. He stared at the girl that was just about some inches away, her nails dug into his hand. Hermione took his silence as guilt. Her eyes were downcast. She wasn't aware of her nails piercing into his arm. Her grip became tighter, almost desperate. Draco knew she would leave a dark purple and blue bruise on his pristine skin. He stared at her coldly, wishing she'd leave him be. Nobody needed the damn girl to ask him questions.
In a swift, precise movement he snatched his hand back. He could feel her nails skimming across his arm before it limply fall to her side. Had she even noticed that she was holding on so tight to him? Draco stared at the place her fingers had gripped. He was in no position to raise the thick sleeve of his robe and shirt. She'd see the Dark Mark and worsen his situation , if that was remotely possible.
The sun filtered through rays of weak sunlight on the surface of the ministry owned library table. He took a moment to narrow his eyes at the seat Hermione had just sat on into fiery gray slits. The library -- what an unusual place to be questioned. He recalled somebody saying somewhat about a Truth Potion being ready soon. His lips curled into a nastier sneer. He would not tell them what happened during The Last Battle. Was that what everybody was calling it? He supposed it was.
The Ministry Library was relatively untouched by the reaches of war. Thousands of ancient books lined the shelves. It was paradise for the stupid Mudblood. He would have laughed, but there was no chance for laughter at the moment.
Hermione did not find her question remotely funny. Why were his lips curled up slightly? She wanted to throttle him. She fisted her hand, jaw clenched. Her cheeks burned, then paled considerably. Her eyes were narrowed into small cinnamon colored slits. She was ready to give up, and she hadn't even started questioning yet. "You are just a slimy git, Malfoy," she hissed. "You--" she swallowed her words. Calmly, she looked at him levelly. "--Are dismissed for today," she finished in a strained tone of voice. She turned back to the window. The wind kicked up a bit more, leaves were flying in the air hurriedly.
Hermione stood in front of the window, her rugged breathing causing the glass window to fog slightly. She turned around, eyes, face and body drained of emotion. She took in the view of the grand old library. Round, wooden tables were scattered about the library. Solid shelves were neatly lined with books that spanned across every topic imaginable. A small coat of dust resided over the books and unused chairs and tables from lack of use. She let a slight smile creep over her thin lips. She let her eyes roam over the hundreds of volume, all screaming to be read. She stared at her seat, and the one Draco had sat in. Both were now empty. She pushed them both back in the original position. She stared at the room. It showed no evidence of her or Draco being in here. She sighed softly to herself. War. Just the word caused her to shudder.
During the war, nobody had used the library. It had been locked up. Most of the building had been, until now. Everybody of the Wizarding World tentatively took a step to fix what was shattered - their world was.
She took in a heavy breath. She expected to feel elated, happy, anything but a heavy sadness. Everything was supposed to be better now. But she had lost so much. Ron, her fiancee. The smile was wiped off her face, a look of pure misery replaced it.
She shivered to herself. She had seen so many of her closest friends die before her. She had heard their rumored deaths. She tried to remember those who had passed, from both the Dark and Light side. Parvati Patil, Albus Dumbledore, Cho Chang, Dean Thomas, Lee Jordan, Crabbe and Goyle, Padma Patil, Michael Corner, Colin Creevey and his brother, Millicent Bulstrode, Hannah Abbot, Lucius Malfoy, Professor Sprout, Bellatrix Lestrange, Molly Weasley, Hagrid, Pansy Parkinson and good old Neville Longbottom. She shivered to herself. At the thought of Hannah Abbot, she remembered Justin Flintch-Fetchley. He was in Azkaban at the moment. He was a Death Eater. Absolutely nobody had expected that.
She sighed stiffly before wiping away a stray tear. So much had happened. All of it in just two years. It scared her. They had been ripped out of being normal teenagers. It all happened during their Graduation. Ironically, it was Harry's name being called up as the Death Eaters had come. She closed her eyes at the memory.
Draco calmly made his way outside of the damned building, into the crisp autumn air. He smirked faintly at the looks he received. It was funny, what he did, and what they thought he did. It only they knew.
Of course, he was scowling as always. He despised the fact that he was magically bound by these idiots. He Apparated quickly to his flat with a soft /i noise filling the space he had just been standing in. Malfoy Manner had never been a place called home for him. Crisply, he walked into the cool interior of his home. He slumped into a soft chair, one arm on each armrest, legs crossed. His wearily closed his eyes. The face of his father flashed to his face. His father that had died just a raw, bloody month ago.A grim look spread across his eyes. His metallically silver eyes were completely withot expression. Draco had expected it, of course.
He remembered vividly, his father rasping into his ear..
i. "..You betrayed me, son." He made the word 'son' sound like a curse. "You will pay.." He remembered a shot of green light directed at his chest, and raising his own wand to react. Lucius was hit, his eyes still open. Draco could see blood streaming down his father's forehead in a crimson ribbon.
You betrayed me.. you will pay. The words stung in his head as they echoed, over and over. In his mind's eye, he could still see his father crumpling onto the ground. /i
A single tear slid down his cheek.
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A/N:
Hmn. Now I'm beginning not to like Draco crying. Well, its a tear. And a one time deal.
Thanks so much for the reviews! They are greatly appreciated. Can you help me out with the length of my chapters? Too short.. too long? [I doubt that my chapters are too long..] Somebody, anybody, help me with the length of it? I think this one is a bit too short. Some of the spelling of the names are off, I think. If they are, sorry! It was.. Senior Moment.. or a Brain Fart.. or something. Anyways, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. This is getting to be a whole lot of fun! If you want a little Thank You space, just tell me.
Oh yeah. If you have any specific pairings you want in here, tell me. I'd be more than happy to include it. Who should Ginny end up with? What about Harry?
Read and Review!
- Kiran -
Before he could, her voice startled the static filled silence. "Did you kill him?"' /i
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A thousand responses rushed through him before he inwardly kicked himself. His lips were set in the usual sneer. He stared at the girl that was just about some inches away, her nails dug into his hand. Hermione took his silence as guilt. Her eyes were downcast. She wasn't aware of her nails piercing into his arm. Her grip became tighter, almost desperate. Draco knew she would leave a dark purple and blue bruise on his pristine skin. He stared at her coldly, wishing she'd leave him be. Nobody needed the damn girl to ask him questions.
In a swift, precise movement he snatched his hand back. He could feel her nails skimming across his arm before it limply fall to her side. Had she even noticed that she was holding on so tight to him? Draco stared at the place her fingers had gripped. He was in no position to raise the thick sleeve of his robe and shirt. She'd see the Dark Mark and worsen his situation , if that was remotely possible.
The sun filtered through rays of weak sunlight on the surface of the ministry owned library table. He took a moment to narrow his eyes at the seat Hermione had just sat on into fiery gray slits. The library -- what an unusual place to be questioned. He recalled somebody saying somewhat about a Truth Potion being ready soon. His lips curled into a nastier sneer. He would not tell them what happened during The Last Battle. Was that what everybody was calling it? He supposed it was.
The Ministry Library was relatively untouched by the reaches of war. Thousands of ancient books lined the shelves. It was paradise for the stupid Mudblood. He would have laughed, but there was no chance for laughter at the moment.
Hermione did not find her question remotely funny. Why were his lips curled up slightly? She wanted to throttle him. She fisted her hand, jaw clenched. Her cheeks burned, then paled considerably. Her eyes were narrowed into small cinnamon colored slits. She was ready to give up, and she hadn't even started questioning yet. "You are just a slimy git, Malfoy," she hissed. "You--" she swallowed her words. Calmly, she looked at him levelly. "--Are dismissed for today," she finished in a strained tone of voice. She turned back to the window. The wind kicked up a bit more, leaves were flying in the air hurriedly.
Hermione stood in front of the window, her rugged breathing causing the glass window to fog slightly. She turned around, eyes, face and body drained of emotion. She took in the view of the grand old library. Round, wooden tables were scattered about the library. Solid shelves were neatly lined with books that spanned across every topic imaginable. A small coat of dust resided over the books and unused chairs and tables from lack of use. She let a slight smile creep over her thin lips. She let her eyes roam over the hundreds of volume, all screaming to be read. She stared at her seat, and the one Draco had sat in. Both were now empty. She pushed them both back in the original position. She stared at the room. It showed no evidence of her or Draco being in here. She sighed softly to herself. War. Just the word caused her to shudder.
During the war, nobody had used the library. It had been locked up. Most of the building had been, until now. Everybody of the Wizarding World tentatively took a step to fix what was shattered - their world was.
She took in a heavy breath. She expected to feel elated, happy, anything but a heavy sadness. Everything was supposed to be better now. But she had lost so much. Ron, her fiancee. The smile was wiped off her face, a look of pure misery replaced it.
She shivered to herself. She had seen so many of her closest friends die before her. She had heard their rumored deaths. She tried to remember those who had passed, from both the Dark and Light side. Parvati Patil, Albus Dumbledore, Cho Chang, Dean Thomas, Lee Jordan, Crabbe and Goyle, Padma Patil, Michael Corner, Colin Creevey and his brother, Millicent Bulstrode, Hannah Abbot, Lucius Malfoy, Professor Sprout, Bellatrix Lestrange, Molly Weasley, Hagrid, Pansy Parkinson and good old Neville Longbottom. She shivered to herself. At the thought of Hannah Abbot, she remembered Justin Flintch-Fetchley. He was in Azkaban at the moment. He was a Death Eater. Absolutely nobody had expected that.
She sighed stiffly before wiping away a stray tear. So much had happened. All of it in just two years. It scared her. They had been ripped out of being normal teenagers. It all happened during their Graduation. Ironically, it was Harry's name being called up as the Death Eaters had come. She closed her eyes at the memory.
Draco calmly made his way outside of the damned building, into the crisp autumn air. He smirked faintly at the looks he received. It was funny, what he did, and what they thought he did. It only they knew.
Of course, he was scowling as always. He despised the fact that he was magically bound by these idiots. He Apparated quickly to his flat with a soft /i noise filling the space he had just been standing in. Malfoy Manner had never been a place called home for him. Crisply, he walked into the cool interior of his home. He slumped into a soft chair, one arm on each armrest, legs crossed. His wearily closed his eyes. The face of his father flashed to his face. His father that had died just a raw, bloody month ago.A grim look spread across his eyes. His metallically silver eyes were completely withot expression. Draco had expected it, of course.
He remembered vividly, his father rasping into his ear..
i. "..You betrayed me, son." He made the word 'son' sound like a curse. "You will pay.." He remembered a shot of green light directed at his chest, and raising his own wand to react. Lucius was hit, his eyes still open. Draco could see blood streaming down his father's forehead in a crimson ribbon.
You betrayed me.. you will pay. The words stung in his head as they echoed, over and over. In his mind's eye, he could still see his father crumpling onto the ground. /i
A single tear slid down his cheek.
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A/N:
Hmn. Now I'm beginning not to like Draco crying. Well, its a tear. And a one time deal.
Thanks so much for the reviews! They are greatly appreciated. Can you help me out with the length of my chapters? Too short.. too long? [I doubt that my chapters are too long..] Somebody, anybody, help me with the length of it? I think this one is a bit too short. Some of the spelling of the names are off, I think. If they are, sorry! It was.. Senior Moment.. or a Brain Fart.. or something. Anyways, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. This is getting to be a whole lot of fun! If you want a little Thank You space, just tell me.
Oh yeah. If you have any specific pairings you want in here, tell me. I'd be more than happy to include it. Who should Ginny end up with? What about Harry?
Read and Review!
- Kiran -