Forbidden Fires
by The Artful Dodgeress
Chapter 2: Angel in the Darkness
"Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die." ~Chop Suey! By System of a Down
Hermione stood outside in the rain, screaming in anguish. She had found out that day that her parents had died in a car crash, on the way home from the airport. They had just been on a Caribbean cruise, and were heading home. Hermione had been adopted when she was just a baby, so she loved her parents more then anything for taking her in to their home. She had never told anyone.because it had never seemed important. But now the two people she loved more then life itself were gone.
Hermione stared up into the sky, tears streaming just as hard as the rain. And through the tears she saw a body falling from the sky, with a large trunk and a broomstick. She watched it for a second before she realized that she should do something. She conjured up a large pillow, roughly the size of a small swimming pool, and caught the body in it. She recognized the white blonde hair of Draco Malfoy, stained with blood. With out a thought, she levitated him into her house and to her bed, so that she could care for the unconscious boy. It was what her parents would have done. ~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was now 17 years old, and gorgeous. She had the elegance of a woman, and she had been taught well by her mother. She would soon be a full fledged witch, after her final year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. She had filled out to become quite attractive, and her facial features were dazzling as well. Her hair, that had once been frizzy, was now calmed down to soft waves. She had caught the attention of many of the boys at school and in her town. But at the moment, she was with Ronald Weasley. She had planned on going to his place to stay until she received the news of her parents. Now she wanted to be alone.
Draco was also grown up now. He was no longer the pale, skinny little boy he had once been. Quidditch had done him a lot of good, and his muscles were now toned to perfection. He rarely wore anything other then black or green, and he wore long sleeves and long pants to cover the bruises, accredited to his father. Now, he looked peaceful, yet troubled, lying unconscious on the sky blue bed of Hermione Granger. He was covered in cuts and sported a broken arm. Hermione had taken it unto herself to start the healing process for Draco. She gently washed and covered all his wounds, and bound his broken wrist. After she was through, she sat at her window and cried. She was angry at the world, for taking her favourite people away from her. She looked down at her desk and noticed the pair of scissors she had used for cutting gauze to cover Draco's wounds. She picked them up and stared at their sharp blades through silent tears. She pulled back the sleeve of her peasant blouse slowly and stared between her bare arm and those blades. Slowly, she opened the scissors and ran the blade across her arm. The sharp pain felt good, making all her inner pain flow out through the blood. She cut herself again. There were two cuts on her arm now, with blood running down to her hand. She put the scissors away and wrapped her arm in some extra gauze. Satisfied, she wiped away her tears and turned around. She pulled down the sleeve to cover the cuts, and started to tidy her things.
Chapter 2: Angel in the Darkness
"Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die." ~Chop Suey! By System of a Down
Hermione stood outside in the rain, screaming in anguish. She had found out that day that her parents had died in a car crash, on the way home from the airport. They had just been on a Caribbean cruise, and were heading home. Hermione had been adopted when she was just a baby, so she loved her parents more then anything for taking her in to their home. She had never told anyone.because it had never seemed important. But now the two people she loved more then life itself were gone.
Hermione stared up into the sky, tears streaming just as hard as the rain. And through the tears she saw a body falling from the sky, with a large trunk and a broomstick. She watched it for a second before she realized that she should do something. She conjured up a large pillow, roughly the size of a small swimming pool, and caught the body in it. She recognized the white blonde hair of Draco Malfoy, stained with blood. With out a thought, she levitated him into her house and to her bed, so that she could care for the unconscious boy. It was what her parents would have done. ~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was now 17 years old, and gorgeous. She had the elegance of a woman, and she had been taught well by her mother. She would soon be a full fledged witch, after her final year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. She had filled out to become quite attractive, and her facial features were dazzling as well. Her hair, that had once been frizzy, was now calmed down to soft waves. She had caught the attention of many of the boys at school and in her town. But at the moment, she was with Ronald Weasley. She had planned on going to his place to stay until she received the news of her parents. Now she wanted to be alone.
Draco was also grown up now. He was no longer the pale, skinny little boy he had once been. Quidditch had done him a lot of good, and his muscles were now toned to perfection. He rarely wore anything other then black or green, and he wore long sleeves and long pants to cover the bruises, accredited to his father. Now, he looked peaceful, yet troubled, lying unconscious on the sky blue bed of Hermione Granger. He was covered in cuts and sported a broken arm. Hermione had taken it unto herself to start the healing process for Draco. She gently washed and covered all his wounds, and bound his broken wrist. After she was through, she sat at her window and cried. She was angry at the world, for taking her favourite people away from her. She looked down at her desk and noticed the pair of scissors she had used for cutting gauze to cover Draco's wounds. She picked them up and stared at their sharp blades through silent tears. She pulled back the sleeve of her peasant blouse slowly and stared between her bare arm and those blades. Slowly, she opened the scissors and ran the blade across her arm. The sharp pain felt good, making all her inner pain flow out through the blood. She cut herself again. There were two cuts on her arm now, with blood running down to her hand. She put the scissors away and wrapped her arm in some extra gauze. Satisfied, she wiped away her tears and turned around. She pulled down the sleeve to cover the cuts, and started to tidy her things.