Chapter one: A Start
This is crazy I should never have left and came here. Especially with him, but I just can't handle this alone. Even if he is an ass I still need someone for support and he needs me to understand what I did to him. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps though, wait why am I thinking that? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. At least not this. I should get some sleep I've had a long night I need my days to sleep. I'm just so afraid, I shouldn't be though; there's nothing to be afraid of anymore, only in my dreams there are. He's stirring, is it sunset already? Yes it is, and I haven't slept all day.
"Hermione? You awake?" He called out in a horse voice that he usually has in the evenings when he wakes.
"Yes." I whisper glancing over at him from where I sat next to him on our queen size bed. It's weird; we should have stolen two different beds. But we didn't, I don't know why we just didn't want to be very far from each other I guess in the beginning. He stretched out his arms and pulled me to him so that I was now lying down pressed against him staring into his stormy ice blue/grey eyes. He's become rather affectionate after we left. I guess it was because he knew his father was thousands of miles away and couldn't watch him constantly to know that he had weaknesses.
"You didn't sleep again did you?" He asked softly knowing that answer already. I haven't slept lately and if I have my dreams are plagued of that night. I wouldn't look at him and he sighed, a look of concern etching into his features. He knew that answer every time he asked it. He just wanted to hear it from me I guess.
"I just can't." I said sighing myself I felt a knot growing in my throat but I held back my tears.
"You have to; it'll slow you down and get you killed one day." He said placing a gentle kiss on my fore head. I placed my forehead on his bare chest since he liked sleeping in his flannel jimjam pants that he brought with him along with some other cloths and things to make this unused tomb look more homely I guess. I brought some things too, not many just some cloths and some other odds and ends that I just had to take with me. I didn't say anything and he knew why. I was afraid to sleep. I didn't want to be haunted for what happened that I could have stopped.
"Let's go." I said sitting up and starting to get up out of the bed to take a shower to wake me up then to get dressed and see what the night will bring me tonight. I could hear him moving around from behind the door as I slipped on my cloths. I felt depressed and stared at my self in the mirror. I had definitely changed since I had left with Draco. I had streaked my hair black and white and had gotten my nose, eyebrow, and lip pierced. I guess I just wanted to look different so that no one would recognize me. Draco had changed too. His blonde hair now streaked as well with midnight blue streaks giving him a mystified look. He pierced his tong and that's about it on the piercing. I had gotten a tattoo of a slit wrist with blood dripping out on the inside of my wrist so it looked like I would be forever hurting, forever bleeding. Which was how I felt right now. I looked so pale from the lack of sunlight. I kinda liked the new look of me. I look stronger then I used to. I wasn't weak anymore and the only thing that could stop me was mine own mind at the moment. I left the bathroom, that we had fixed up last year, and saw Draco just kinda standing there in his boxers. It's not like I haven't seen him in his boxers before, he's walked around all day once when he couldn't sleep with his boxers on! I raised a questioning eye brow at him. He stared at me for the longest time before speaking. I hate it when he stares at me. It feels like he's looking into my mind and reading me like a book I hate o much! Tears prickled my eyes and I looked away from him. I couldn't take his staring. I could sense his emotions of concern for me. He's been concerned about me for a while. I haven't been myself lately and he's worried. He sighed and walked over to me so that he was standing very close, I could feel his breath on my already cold skin and I shivered.
"What's going on with you lately? You haven't been sleeping, or eating or drinking for that matter and you know that you'll die from lack of blood." He said a firm edge in his voice. I couldn't answer him and tears were really starting to push forward so that I couldn't control it anymore. I crumpled to the floor tears now flowing freely from my eyes. I hate crying in front of people. Especially him. I felt his arms wrap around me and I didn't resist like I normally would have I just cried into his chest until I couldn't cry anymore. Which felt like an eternity.
"I can't take the memories." I cried out in anger "I hate this! Every time I sleep I see them die! I see myself turning you! I see the Ministry come and take the bodies away while we hide behind a boulder as they talked saying that no one will be able to survive the night from what happened!" I screamed rage, pain, anguish they all filled me at that moment. He stared down at me for a moment before standing picking me up placing me on the bed grabbing our duffle bags that we had brought and started stuffing our cloths into each of them along with a few other things that we may need. I watched him while he did all this; I really have no idea what he was doing. When he finished he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door into the cool night. As we walked through the cemetery he stopped at another mausoleum and knocked on the door. It opened and a pale bloke came to the door rubbing his eyes, guess he slept in late. Draco and the other bloke started talking. Towards the end Draco had nodded his head towards me and the other guy looked at me with sadness in his eyes for me. Then looked back at Draco and asked something. I had forgotten that I could hear them if I tuned in to what they were saying so that's what I did.
"She's the one who started that massacre in England? Wow." The guy said as he glanced at me again.
"Yes, that's her, and she's having some emotional issues so we have to go away for a while and I need you to watch over our crypt. It's over there I left a note on the door. It's a list of instructions of some things to do. So will you do it mate?" Draco said pointing over to our own mausoleum. The other guy nodded and Draco walked back to me taking my hand and leading me away again.
"Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" I asked weakly as we waded through the see of tomb stones. He didn't answer he just kept on going but moving a bit faster then he had before. I had to run to keep up with him at his point. We reached the far side of the cemetery and he stopped and started looking for something that he knew was there. He found it and walked back over to me. It was the old port key we had used to get here but left it still functional so if we needed to get back to England we could.
"Take it." He commanded but I just backed away. Terror must have been clear in my eyes because he didn't back down. As I moved away he moved forward. I was soon trapped against a tombstone with him pressed against me so that I couldn't move.
"We're going now take hold of it!" He commanded gently brushing hair away from my face gently.
"I can't I can't go back and I won't let you take me!" I yelled breathing heavily from my terror.
"Oh well," He said. "You're coming anyway." He grabbed my hand a placed it on the old hair brush. I felt the hook from behind the navel and away we went back into my torture from whence I ran.
This is crazy I should never have left and came here. Especially with him, but I just can't handle this alone. Even if he is an ass I still need someone for support and he needs me to understand what I did to him. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps though, wait why am I thinking that? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. At least not this. I should get some sleep I've had a long night I need my days to sleep. I'm just so afraid, I shouldn't be though; there's nothing to be afraid of anymore, only in my dreams there are. He's stirring, is it sunset already? Yes it is, and I haven't slept all day.
"Hermione? You awake?" He called out in a horse voice that he usually has in the evenings when he wakes.
"Yes." I whisper glancing over at him from where I sat next to him on our queen size bed. It's weird; we should have stolen two different beds. But we didn't, I don't know why we just didn't want to be very far from each other I guess in the beginning. He stretched out his arms and pulled me to him so that I was now lying down pressed against him staring into his stormy ice blue/grey eyes. He's become rather affectionate after we left. I guess it was because he knew his father was thousands of miles away and couldn't watch him constantly to know that he had weaknesses.
"You didn't sleep again did you?" He asked softly knowing that answer already. I haven't slept lately and if I have my dreams are plagued of that night. I wouldn't look at him and he sighed, a look of concern etching into his features. He knew that answer every time he asked it. He just wanted to hear it from me I guess.
"I just can't." I said sighing myself I felt a knot growing in my throat but I held back my tears.
"You have to; it'll slow you down and get you killed one day." He said placing a gentle kiss on my fore head. I placed my forehead on his bare chest since he liked sleeping in his flannel jimjam pants that he brought with him along with some other cloths and things to make this unused tomb look more homely I guess. I brought some things too, not many just some cloths and some other odds and ends that I just had to take with me. I didn't say anything and he knew why. I was afraid to sleep. I didn't want to be haunted for what happened that I could have stopped.
"Let's go." I said sitting up and starting to get up out of the bed to take a shower to wake me up then to get dressed and see what the night will bring me tonight. I could hear him moving around from behind the door as I slipped on my cloths. I felt depressed and stared at my self in the mirror. I had definitely changed since I had left with Draco. I had streaked my hair black and white and had gotten my nose, eyebrow, and lip pierced. I guess I just wanted to look different so that no one would recognize me. Draco had changed too. His blonde hair now streaked as well with midnight blue streaks giving him a mystified look. He pierced his tong and that's about it on the piercing. I had gotten a tattoo of a slit wrist with blood dripping out on the inside of my wrist so it looked like I would be forever hurting, forever bleeding. Which was how I felt right now. I looked so pale from the lack of sunlight. I kinda liked the new look of me. I look stronger then I used to. I wasn't weak anymore and the only thing that could stop me was mine own mind at the moment. I left the bathroom, that we had fixed up last year, and saw Draco just kinda standing there in his boxers. It's not like I haven't seen him in his boxers before, he's walked around all day once when he couldn't sleep with his boxers on! I raised a questioning eye brow at him. He stared at me for the longest time before speaking. I hate it when he stares at me. It feels like he's looking into my mind and reading me like a book I hate o much! Tears prickled my eyes and I looked away from him. I couldn't take his staring. I could sense his emotions of concern for me. He's been concerned about me for a while. I haven't been myself lately and he's worried. He sighed and walked over to me so that he was standing very close, I could feel his breath on my already cold skin and I shivered.
"What's going on with you lately? You haven't been sleeping, or eating or drinking for that matter and you know that you'll die from lack of blood." He said a firm edge in his voice. I couldn't answer him and tears were really starting to push forward so that I couldn't control it anymore. I crumpled to the floor tears now flowing freely from my eyes. I hate crying in front of people. Especially him. I felt his arms wrap around me and I didn't resist like I normally would have I just cried into his chest until I couldn't cry anymore. Which felt like an eternity.
"I can't take the memories." I cried out in anger "I hate this! Every time I sleep I see them die! I see myself turning you! I see the Ministry come and take the bodies away while we hide behind a boulder as they talked saying that no one will be able to survive the night from what happened!" I screamed rage, pain, anguish they all filled me at that moment. He stared down at me for a moment before standing picking me up placing me on the bed grabbing our duffle bags that we had brought and started stuffing our cloths into each of them along with a few other things that we may need. I watched him while he did all this; I really have no idea what he was doing. When he finished he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door into the cool night. As we walked through the cemetery he stopped at another mausoleum and knocked on the door. It opened and a pale bloke came to the door rubbing his eyes, guess he slept in late. Draco and the other bloke started talking. Towards the end Draco had nodded his head towards me and the other guy looked at me with sadness in his eyes for me. Then looked back at Draco and asked something. I had forgotten that I could hear them if I tuned in to what they were saying so that's what I did.
"She's the one who started that massacre in England? Wow." The guy said as he glanced at me again.
"Yes, that's her, and she's having some emotional issues so we have to go away for a while and I need you to watch over our crypt. It's over there I left a note on the door. It's a list of instructions of some things to do. So will you do it mate?" Draco said pointing over to our own mausoleum. The other guy nodded and Draco walked back to me taking my hand and leading me away again.
"Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" I asked weakly as we waded through the see of tomb stones. He didn't answer he just kept on going but moving a bit faster then he had before. I had to run to keep up with him at his point. We reached the far side of the cemetery and he stopped and started looking for something that he knew was there. He found it and walked back over to me. It was the old port key we had used to get here but left it still functional so if we needed to get back to England we could.
"Take it." He commanded but I just backed away. Terror must have been clear in my eyes because he didn't back down. As I moved away he moved forward. I was soon trapped against a tombstone with him pressed against me so that I couldn't move.
"We're going now take hold of it!" He commanded gently brushing hair away from my face gently.
"I can't I can't go back and I won't let you take me!" I yelled breathing heavily from my terror.
"Oh well," He said. "You're coming anyway." He grabbed my hand a placed it on the old hair brush. I felt the hook from behind the navel and away we went back into my torture from whence I ran.