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Chapter 9~Their End, His Mark
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Viktor walked back into his office and slammed the door. He couldn't go through with it. What Voldemort had in mind was completely unreasonable. Viktor knew that Hermione would rather die before marrying that piece of filth. Viktor remembered the day that he ran into Lucius. He knew that it had been him who defiled or tried to defile Hermione. He was the reason why Hermione was no longer with him. Viktor came back to Hogwarts that week to visit Hermione. How it all went so wrong…
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'I wonder if she vill be excited? I hope she is. I took off two veeks from Qudditch so that I can see her. Maybe this time I can ask her…' Viktor Krum stepped off of the train. His ride form Bulgaria had been hell. He was hoping that he could have a good time resting at Hogwarts. He had owled the Headmaster to see if he could stay awhile or maybe just come to the school on a weekend.
Dumbledore had said yes and Viktor arrived on a Friday so that he could see right away. Last time he had a letter for her, she had said that she missed him terribly. Truth be told, so did he. He was due for a vacation anyways. He had asked Hermoine during the summer if she wanted to go anywhere nice; the Bahamas, Caribbean, Cancun, places like that. She of course had said no because it was too expensive. She told him that she was quite happy visiting him in his home.
Viktor smiled at the thought of her. She was a very simple girl. Very simply pleased with the smallest of gifts. Her humble demeanor is what had attracted him to her at first. It was Friday afternoon and he knew that classes were out. He decided to wait a little and rest.
Later that evening he left from his hotel room and walked on to the dark campus of the Wizarding School. He had found a very romantic spot in the Forbidden Forest with her last year. That was their secret spot. He would Apparate there on special days or weekends. He loved so much that he did that.
He had sent her note saying to meet him there. Hopefully she had got it. He had said to meet him there around 10 pm. Sure enough, five minutes to ten she was there. She wore a beautiful white dress and she looked beautiful…except for the worried face she had on.
He was about to approach her when all of a sudden there was a hooded figure standing in front of her. Viktor was about to open his mouth when a recognizable voice emitted from the person's mouth.
"So mudblood come to meet me? I so hoped you would come," came the deep voice. Hermione now looked frightened. She hugged herself and looked around. Viktor knew that she must have been looking for him. He again was about to come into the open to reveal himself when he spoke again.
"He's not coming. I was the one who wrote the letter. I intercepted his and wrote one myself. We are all alone," that voice said again. Hermione now looked like she was about to have a panic attack.
Two things were confusing Viktor; one how could this man not think that he was here? And two: why did his voice sound so damn familiar?
"Who are you? Why do want me?" Hermione had asked in a dignified tone. Viktor could tell she was scared, but Hermione wasn't about to admit it or show it.
The hooded man stepped closer to her and held out his wand; his hand was exposed showing off a piece of glinting jewelry. He had his wand out to her and cornered her to a tree.
"Annecto!" the man yelled. Vines sprang from out of nowhere and Hermione was now tied to the tree.
Viktor had taken a good look at the ring. It belonged to Lucius Malfoy. How could this man do this? Why?
"Let this be a warning to Potter. The Dark Lord has risen and will come to take him. You...are just the prelude to a bigger spectacle," Lucius raised his wand once more and started to say the Avada curse, but then he stopped for some weird reason and looked at Hermione with a twisted expression.
"You know it would be such a shame to dispose of something so filthy…beautiful, but filthy," Lucius stepped closer to the trembling petite form of Hermione. "I would like to know what something that I cannot have tastes like. I think I shall sample a bit," he said taking a piece of her hair and smelling it, "before disposing of it."
Lucius leaned in and kissed Hermione brutally. She tried to turn her face and make them part, but lucius was too strong. His hand went up her thigh and he caressed her most precious jewel. Hermione would have moaned had it not been for the Silencing Charm he had placed on her.
Viktor witnessed all of this unable to react. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Just as he saw the Lucius was about to go all the way, he stopped.
"No…I wouldn't want to soil myself with the likes of you," he spat.
Lucius was about to say the Avada curse, but a jet of blue sparks sent Lucius flying. Viktor saw who it was. It was the son of Lucius. What he was doing there Viktor could not tell, nor could he tell if Draco knew that he had just hit his father.
Viktor couldn't stand it any longer. He was about to reveal himself when another curse hit him and sent him flying. Viktor was unconscious for the rest of the events.
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Hermione had told him a few months ago what had happened. He went in search of Lucius to try and extract revenge, instead he found himself facing either death or a chance to become a Death Eater.
When he had met Voldemort, he had told Viktor that if he wouldn't join that he precious mudblood girlfriend would be killed. What choice did he have?
Later on Hermione had told Viktor that she wanted to break up with him. Saying that the distance was too long that she couldn't cope. He knew it was cogs wallop, but their break-up meant her safety. He was relieved and heart broken.
That stupid wretch wants him to deliver Hermione to him. Viktor didn't want to. He knew full well that Hermione would rather die than be at Voldemort's side. Viktor didn't want her to die though. Now there was a bigger problem: Draco Malfoy. If Hermione and Draco were really courting, how much more hard would it be for him to woo Hermione over?
If he had to he would do anything in his power to make sure that Hermione was safely delivered to Voldemort…alive. He needed to figure out how to manipulate her to falling for him again. How could he do it? Just being nice to her would not cut it. It hurt him to think like this, especially of the woman he loved. But he would anything for her. He took the stupid mark of the Mudblood Lord, he would do anything else for her too.
It was a Saturday so he would try to go and find her later. Right now he needed to strategize. He wanted to succeed in this. As dirty as it made him feel and as horrible as he thought it was, he was doing it for her. To keep her safe.
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Draco had blazed right back to the school. He was up again at the blasted infirmary. How he came to loathe it. It always seemed as if Hermione spent more of her time here than in Draco's arms. He placed her gently down on the white bed and looked at her hopefully. He was so stupid. How could he have told her just like that? Why didn't he sugar coat it or something?
Now here she was back in the blasted med wing because of him. Twice had he sent her here and twice did he curse himself for it. He looked down at her unconscious form. Her hair was sprawled on the pillow, her eyes closed. Her lips red as well as her cheeks. Draco grasped her hand in his. Just as he did he had a vision that chilled him to the bone.
He envisioned Hermione as she was with her cheeks red, lips red, and hair cascading everywhere. Her eyes were again closed, only this time…they were never going to open. She was bleeding from her heart. An athamy was impaled in her chest…
The vision blurred and Draco gasped. That couldn't be a premonition could it? No she can't die…The thought was quickly dismissed and Draco sought out Madam Promfrey. He returned later with her and explained to her that he had told Hermione some shocking news.
"How shocking could it have been? Please Mr. Malfoy do take care of her. She is in a fragile state and she does not need 'shocking' news to help her," Pomfrey said in disapproval. "Let me go get some smelling salts."
Draco looked again at Hermione and that foreboding feeling reeled its nasty head again. Only this time ten times more powerful. Why? Could that vision…no. He was being paranoid. Hermione would be with him until they were both old and with plenty of grandchildren.
Pomfrey came back and went over to Hermione. She propped up her head and waved a small white packet in front of her nose. Hermione, a few minutes later, stirred. She looked around and then looked straight at Madam Pomfrey. Had it been a dream? A really bad dream? She thought hopefully. When she looked at the expression that Draco had on his face, she knew that it in fact had been real.
"Well now dear rest for a while and when you feel better you can go. And Mr. Malfoy no more 'shocking' news eh?" She said with a look of utter censure. Draco nodded and saw as the med witch made her exit. Draco suddenly felt vulnerable. How could he possibly explain this?
He started to approach Hermione and stopped right at her bed. He tried to take her hand, but she snatched it away. He groaned. "Hermione…please let me explain," he began.
Hermione rolled on her side and kept her back to him. "Draco let me be. Please I really don't want to talk to you right now. Just go," she said coldly. Draco felt his blood start to stir.
"Look I tried to explain it to you before, but you obviously took the news badly. Now please before you get any insane ideas, just let me explain. I received a letter from my father-" he was cut off by her death stare. She had whipped around and was now looking at him straight in the eye. Her amber eyes were completely void of any emotion except anger.
"Look you obviously didn't get my point before so I'll make it easy on you. You see that door over there? Well it has a function, now use it! I really don't want to hear your explanations. You got that letter almost TWO MONTHS ago and you didn't tell me! Right now the only thing keeping me under control are the twins. I don't want them to feel what I am feeling right now. Now please before my anger reaches the point where I blow up the whole damn school, just go!" She said standing up and giving him the coldest look ever.
Draco was also getting angry. This woman was being so damn stubborn. Why couldn't she just let him explain?! "No dammit! You will hear me out! Don't go accusing me of shit that I am not responsible of. Now please just calm down and let me explain," he said with his voice slightly rising.
Hermione glared more hardly at him and lifted her chin arrogantly. "Fine. If you won't get your lying ass out of here I will," so saying Hermione was enveloped in flames and then blazed to her room.
Draco cursed and stormed out of the room. He failed to notice that there was a tiny flame burning on the bed.
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She felt him. That is why she had to cut the meeting with the princess and prince short. She had felt his pain. His cry for comfort. Why was he in so much pain? She did not understand it. It had been long since she felt him like this. Maybe he was thinking of her…no of his wife, his dead wife. She, like a fool, went to him anyway. The pain was killing her, what about him? He must be strong to deal with this.
The Healer blazed to the palace. She walked down the familiar old halls that now seemed to glare at her. They looked upon her as a stranger…not as what she used to be. She disregarded the offending walls and walked to the room that used to hold warmth and love for her. (Have you figured out who she is yet? :D)
She looked upon the oaken door that now asked her to knock as a stranger would. She did so. The door open and she saw the king looking out onto the Devilian kingdom. He looked pensive and aggrieved. She knew why. She was the reason why he was suffering…and why she was suffering as well. The king acknowledged her presence when he turned his head. His face that wore a worried frown was now adorned with a soft and welcoming smile.
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Every Night I burn,
Every night I call your name.
Every night I burn,
Every night I fall again.
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"Healer what are you doing here? I didn't call for you. Or is it my daughter?" he asked with his deep voice soft. Her face was still half shrouded with her hood, though her lips and smooth skin of her cheeks shown nicely, now revealing her soft smile.
"No majesty. I sought you out because I felt pain emanating from you. The pain was unbearable and I thought you might need healing," she said approaching the king who was out on his balcony.
"No Healer. No one can end this type of pain. If only it were physical. The only one who can heal me has gone…" he trailed off. She could clearly see that the mere mention of his wife's death was tremendously excruciating. She approached him more sitting out with him on the balcony.
"Well you know majesty my ears can also heal. Please tell me what ails you?" she asked not daring to go nearer to him. He had turned to her and looked at her with an intense gaze.
"My wife asked me that question long ago…I did confess. So I will do the same for you," he sighed and made for her to sit. He also sat down on one of the chairs that was already out there. For some reason he sat rather close to her. Her presence comforted him; it always had.
"Healer I am going to tell you something that not even my child knows. Only one other soul knows this and that is my daughter's bodyguard: Dante. You know that my wife and child were taken away from me that one cursed day. Well when I went into Voldemort's layer, he had said that my wife had died, but that he had saved the man who killed her. He had saved him for me to extract revenge, and that I did…and more. I executed him The Soul Shatter. Only when I went to look who it was…it was Celesta," Mundus sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.
The Healer stiffened. Voldemort had made Mundus kill him. Why? If I would have known…No wonder he is like he is. She thought as she looked upon his face as he revealed it again.
"The infidel made for me to kill my wife so that he could one day marry Hermione and have the throne. It didn't happen…you know the rest after that. But what still haunts me to this day Healer is her eyes…they were so vacant, so cold. They had to be of course she was dead and soulless, but yet…they were so cold. Every night I wake up in cold sweats because of those eyes," he said staring at a fixed point on the ground…remembering.
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Every night I burn,
Every night I scream your name.
Every night I burn,
Every night the dream's the same.
Every night I burn,
Waiting for my only friend.
Every night I burn,
Waiting for the world to end.
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She was angered. That was not supposed to happen. She had made that man her duplicate so that Voldemort could kill her look-a-like. Not Mundus…
"Mundus you must know that was not your fault. You had to do it to save your daughter. I am sure that I…I mean the queen would have wanted Hermione to survive," she said now holding his hand. Mundus looked down at their intertwined hands and a feeling of completeness washed over him. But as soon as he felt it, it went away. She had taken her hand back completely shocked of her actions.
"Healer…how did you know that I felt like this? How did you sense my pain if it was emotional?" Mundus asked getting closer to her face. He caressed her cheek and she shivered. She had not felt his touch in so many years…
"Well I…How could I not majesty? It was so strong that me being linked to your physical self…I must have confused it for physical pain. It was that strong," she said in a hushed voice. Mundus was still caressing her and was now closer than ever to her; mere inches from her face. She was very nervous for she knew what would happen if he were to kiss her.
"You must be very intuitive then. But do you know the person who can have a link with me?" he said huskily. She did not get a chance to answer as his lips rested now on her unsuspecting ones. They both felt like they were on fire. Emotions went through them and into one another. Completion, love, desperation, hunger, and longing were evident.
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'Paint your face' the shadows smile,
Slipping me away from you.
Oh it doesn't matter how you hide,
Find you if we're wanting to.
So slide back down and close your eyes,
Sleep a while you must be tired.
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She knew that he would figure it out now…or maybe he already had. She had been dreaming about this every since 17 years ago. The prospect of him every doing this to her again was so out of her head. She was in heaven as she felt him deepen the kiss. He made her stand up so that he could hold her better. As always though, she was a head shorter than him causing him to push her up more against him.
Mundus had wanted to feel this again, feel alive. He knew of only one person, one soul, who could make him feel like this. He had found her and right now he didn't want to question her, he just wanted to feel. He had made her stand, and like always she was shorter than him, but he liked this fact because he could pull her more against him.
They both felt like they were in heaven, but soon they would become fallen angels as their kiss had to end. She was the first to part and wanted to leave his tight grasp. He had always had a firm hold on things because of his build. She looked up at him, though he could not see her eyes. She saw lust, love, and need. There were all the things that she felt, but couldn't exorcise.
"The only person who can have a link with you is your soulmate," she said answering his previous question. Mundus smiled. It was her. He made to remove her hood, but she caught his hand.
"No. I must go. Majesty forgive my actions they were not to happen," she slipped out of his grasp and made to leave, but he caught her wrist. She was pulled to him so that her back was against his chest. His lips were next to her ear.
"Please let me see you. End my nightmare, my torture," he said in a hushed pleading whisper. She couldn't let him see her; she couldn't face him right now. She didn't want to explain herself to him right now. Not now…
"Why majesty? I have to attend to other patients. Please let me go," she pleaded in the same hushed whisper. Mundus didn't let his grip falter.
"No Celesta. Let me see you," Mundus said making her stiffen at the sound of that name. He felt her tense and he smiled.
"Yes I know who you are Celesta. Please stop hiding," He said now raising his voice.
She shrugged herself from his grip. Mundus could tell from the frown on her lips that she was mad.
"How dare you majesty confuse me with your beloved. Please honor her memory and let me go. No as a matter fact…I do not need your permission. I will go myself," she said arrogantly. Flames appeared, and before he could stop her, she was gone…but this time not forever.
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'Oh don't talk of love' the shadows purr,
Murmuring me away from you.
'Don't talk of worlds that never were,
The end is all that's ever true.'
There's nothing you can ever say,
Nothing you can ever do…
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He smiled. She was always so independent. She is trying to do me a favor. She's always was self-sacrificing. She won't get away this time. Not from me…
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He guessed that now would be a good time to talk to her. He needed to tell her about that night…what he saw. Maybe then she would be drawn away from Draco. He went up to the Heads dorms. Him, being a teacher, knew the password. He said it the picture of the rooster. The portrait swung open and he looked inside of the beautiful dorm. He could tell that it had much of a woman's touch.
Viktor saw that her door was slightly ajar. He went up and tapped it. No answer. He walked in while tapping it and saw that she was spread on her bed crying. He wanted so bad to just hold her, but knew that he should rush her.
"Hermioniny? Are you ok?" came his soft, but deep voice. She snapped up and saw that he was in her room. She tried to fix herself up, but knew that is was futile.
"Viktor what are you doing here? How did you get in?" she said whipping her eyes. Viktor walked further in and sat on her bed. Hermione got really uncomfortable with a man not being Draco on her bed. Viktor could sense this, her nervousness, but he didn't know why.
"Vell I haff the passvord to your dorm. I really needed to talk to you. About that night…I know some things that you do not," he said making himself a little more comfortable on her bed. They were unaware that the door was still open.
"Couldn't you have called for me Viktor? I…you shouldn't be in my dorm. Please let's go somewhere else if you really want to talk," she said starting to get up. Viktor grabbed her hand pulled her gently back down.
"Please this von't take long I promise. I just need you to know something. I think you deserve to know," he said not letting go of her hand. Hermione was having trouble concentrating on what exactly he was saying. His warm hand on hers made her hazy. Her libido was starting to kick up; what worried her is that it was not for Draco.
"Alright. Tell me," she said not bothering to remove her hand from his.
"Hermioniny that night that you vere out at the forest…I saw vhat happened. I sent you a letter saying to meet me in our special place. I vas going to vait for you out near Hagrid's hut because I saw so anxious to see you. Vhen I saw that there was another man there, I froze. I didn't know vhat to do. I saw everything that happened…until I vas hit vith a stray curse and blacked out. You told me the rest," he said not looking at her.
Hermione was in shock and was angered. She wanted to slap him for not doing anything.
"I vanted to meet you because that night I vas going to ask you…" he trailed off not sure if he should tell her. Hermione softened her expression and questioned him.
"What? You wanted to ask me what?" she said moving closer to him.
Viktor looked up at her with shinny brown eyes. "I vanted to ask you to be my bride."
Hermione was in utter disbelief. He wanted to marry her! Of course she knew that they were both very happy and that they used to be in love, but still marriage? She wondered slightly what her life would have been like if she had married him. He is a good man and her father would have approved of him. Still she had Draco…
"Viktor why didn't you tell me before? If I would have known…let me put it this way: right now I would probably be Mrs. Viktor Krum," she said getting closer to him for some odd reason. She knew that she shouldn't have said that, but she couldn't control her self.
Viktor looked at her with large eyes that held shock and regret. "You truly vould haff?" he said meeting her face. She mumbled a faint 'yes' before making contact with his lips.
She released all of the tension she had since she met him into the kiss. In her heart of hearts she did still care for him, but not like that. This kiss was probably more out of sympathy and for old times, than love. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, especially in her dorm. Draco could pop in at any second.
Viktor had pulled her closer and she didn't protest. NO DAMN IT! Don't do this!! You are MARRIED!! Her conscious told her. She didn't heed it though. Right now for the moment, ignorance was bliss.
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Memories are just where you laid them,
Drag the waters till the depths give up their dead.
What did you expect to find?
Was there something you left behind?
Don't you remember,
Anything I said when I said,
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Draco needed to talk to her. Even if he had to bind her so that she could hear him out he would! He knew that she had gone to her room. He walked up to the rooster and said the password. She would probably be crying right now. She just didn't give him a chance.
He walked up to her room and heard voices. He saw that the door was slightly ajar and peered in. His blood boiled. Krum was in his wife's room on her bed…AND HOLDING HER HAND!! He wanted to storm right in, but thought better of it. He wanted to know what they always talked about.
"Hermioniny that night that you vere out at the forest…I saw vhat happened. I sent you a letter saying to meet me in our special place. I vas going to vait for you out near Hagrid's hut because I saw so anxious to see you. Vhen I saw that there was another man there, I froze. I didn't know vhat to do. I saw everything that happened…until I vas hit vith a stray curse and blacked out. You told me the rest," Krum had said to her.
Draco recalled that night and he didn't see Krum. He only saw that man…he did look familiar for some reason. He kept listening as the conversation progressed.
"I vanted to meet you because that night I vas going to ask you…" he trailed off not sure if he should tell her. Hermione softened her expression and questioned him.
"What? You wanted to ask me what?" she said moving closer to him.
Viktor looked up at her with shinny brown eyes. "I vanted to ask you to be my bride."
Draco held his breath at this revelation. So Krum was there to make Hermione his? To bad sucker 'cause she is mine now! He thought though now he felt his eyes start to turn red. He saw Hermione move closer to Krum and Draco couldn't believe what she had said.
"Viktor why didn't you tell me before? If I would have known…let me put it this way: right now I would probably be Mrs. Viktor Krum," she said.
Draco was now clutching his robes in anger. How dare she! How could she say that? Was it because she was still vexed? Yes that had to be it…
"You truly vould haff?" he said meeting her face. She mumbled a faint 'yes' before making contact with his lips.
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Don't fall away,
And leave me to myself.
Don't fall away,
And leave love bleeding,
In my hands, in my hands again.
Leave love bleeding in my hands,
In my hands
Love lies bleeding…
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Draco was now seriously irate. He couldn't stand to see the betrayal of his wife. How she just let herself be kissed by him. Draco watched in horror and anger as his wife was caught in a passionate embrace. How long have they been like this? Behind my back laughing at me like some imbecile? How could she? The only thing in life that I actually loved? Draco couldn't believe that she would just betray him like that.
He couldn't leave knowing that they were still ridiculing him. He needed to stop them. For is own peace of mind.
He walked into the room, every step hurting him. He knocked on the door and saw as Hermione tore from Viktor, her eyes large and mortified. She immediately backed away and Viktor tried to keep a composed face. Draco tried not to let his temper get the best of him so that his eyes wouldn't turn red.
Hermione was in complete shock actually she was mortified. She wouldn't cry though, not in front of him. She decided to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Draco please…it's not what it looks like," she tried knowing full well that it was what it looked like. Draco scoffed and looked at his wife's red swollen lips.
"Please don't give me that bull! So my mate wasn't kissing her teacher? Please do correct me if I'm wrong," he said harshly to her. Hermione bit her lip. She didn't know how to counter that for it was true.
Viktor was bewildered by what he said. Mate? As in they were sleeping mates? Lovers? That would explain it. He was relieved though that he had succeeded in maybe getting them to split.
"Look it vas a momentary lapse of judgment. I vas the one who kissed her. She had no blame vhat so ever. I am sorry if I caused you both trouble. I did not know that Hermione was already claimed," Viktor said calmly, though he could feel the loathing that emanated from Draco.
Draco didn't want talk to this idiot. "Look Professor please let the door hit your ass on the way out of here," Draco said nastily. Viktor didn't need to be told twice. He got up and gave a reassuring look at Hermione and she smiled lightly; this only added more fuel to Draco's fire.
After Viktor had left Draco's eyes were now a deep blood crimson. He rounded on Hermione and looked as if he could Avada her. She was frightened of course she was! But she would not let it show.
"How long? Eh? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MAKING A FOOL OF ME WITH THAT BASTARD BEHIND MY BACK?" he roared taking hold of her shoulders and shaking her.
Hermione was in pain, but answered anyway. "I have not been making a fool of you. This is the first mistake I have made with him. I swear that I have been loyal to you…until now," she whispered. Draco gave her a disgusted look and threw her on the bed.
"I, like a fool, like the man that loves you who is your soulmate, came up here to apologize. THEN I FIND YOU IN HERE SNOGGING WITH THAT BASTARD! Why Hermione?" He asked the last part softly.
Hermione was now letting tears roll down her cheeks. She didn't know what to say. Why had she kissed him? Her damn sex drive that is why!
"I don't know. It just happened. I…I never thought in a millions years that this would happen," she said. She really didn't have much of a defense for she knew that it was her fault and she had done that consciously.
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Oh hold me now I feel contagious,
Am I the only place that you've left to go?
She cries her life is like,
Some movie black and white.
Dead actors faking lines,
Over and over and over again she cries
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Draco knew that she was running out things to say. She knew that is was her fault. Because of her he learned to love and had something to live for. Now that she had shattered his trust in her, he couldn't look at her the same way. His heart that was once warm with her love now grew cold.
"Hermione you…you totally shattered every bit of trust I had in you. How can I ever trust you? I think that maybe…maybe we were to young when we married," Draco said softly.
Hermione immediately looked up and walked over to him, tears now pouring out. "What are you saying Draco? Do you…do you want to separate?" she asked in a quaking voice.
Draco looked at her with cold eyes. He didn't see the same Hermione, he only saw cheating filth. Hermione was frightened when she saw his eyes.
"No, not separation…. Divorce," he said callously.
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Don't fall away,
And leave me to myself.
Don't fall away,
And leave love bleeding,
In my hands, In my hands again.
Leave love bleeding in my hands,
In my hands
Love lies bleeding…
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Hermione felt the wind being knocked out of her. She had hurt him that bad. She saw that his cold heart had returned…all because of her. She was the reason for this. She accepted it.
"I'll look into it right now as a matter fact. I'm sure my father would be pleased to hear this," He left her side and started to walk out of the room when Hermione grabbed his hand.
"Draco…don't please," she pleaded. Draco looked at her again with that look of abhorrence. He snatched back his hand and threw her back.
"Don't you ever touch me whore," he spat. He turned and left her room and slammed her door.
Hermione was left on the floor crying her eyes out. She was never going to get him back. Never.
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And I wanted,
You turned away…
You don't remember,
But I do.
YOU NEVER EVEN TRIED
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It was the start of Christmas Holidays and Draco decided to go with his father. He would receive the mark. He didn't have anything else in his life that mattered. The twins. He knew that he couldn't just leave his children. He would take care of them, but not with their whore of a mother. She had gone to the Gryffindor tower to sleep there he guessed.
It had hurt him to see her cry, but damn it she did far worse to him. He had lost all of his trust in her. She knew it too. That's why she couldn't defend herself when he had interrogated her.
Right now he was in the middle of packing his clothes. He was going to be late for the train if he didn't shake a leg. He was still feeling horrible about the whole ordeal, but did not regret it. He meant what he had said.
He finished packing and looked back at his room with much distaste. In this room where they had spent so many happy nights. It now mocked him, reminding him that those nights of passionate lovemaking were nothing to her. She was all this time wanting to him. He would leave the way clear for him. He would let him have her. He as sure as hell didn't want her anymore. Even though his heart still loved her, his soul still ached for it's other half; his mind and will did not.
He put a locomotor charm on his luggage and with a second glance, left the room for the train.
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How? How could she have been so stupid? She had lost the love of her life all because of one moment of ignorance…and she wanted it. She did regret it now, but right then at that moment she didn't. She was now in Gryffindor tower with her friend Ginny. She was packing for she was leaving to go with her family. Hermione still hadn't told her what happened.
"Hermione please tell me what's wrong? It must be pretty bad to make you cry like this," Ginny said while folding the last bit of her clothes into her suitcase. Hermione didn't look at her and sighed.
"He walked in on me Gin. Draco saw me kissing Viktor," she said tiredly. Ginny stopped what she was doing and went to face her friend who was lying on the bed.
"What do you mean? What did Draco do?" she asked with a concerned frown. Hermione lay on her stomach and looked at Ginny.
"I mean I wanted to kiss Viktor. I don't know why…I did and what's worse that he walked in. Gin he was so cold to me. Like the old Draco Malfoy," Hermione said now her eyes void of anything.
Ginny watched with a saddened heart as Hermione zoned out. "Surely he can't be that angry. He kissed Pansy that day remember? Surely he thinks that you two are even," Ginny said hopefully. Hermione got up and propped herself on her elbow.
"Gin it wasn't the same. He was in a hallway and even then I could tell that he didn't respond to the kiss. Me…I was in my room with him. I…it must have looked extremely bad. Gin…I wanted Viktor to kiss me! I gave into him wholeheartedly. Draco sensed this and said that he lost all trust in me," Hermione said now letting her tears flow freely.
Ginny didn't know what to say. Obviously Hermione acknowledged the fact that she did respond and that it was partly her fault. Hopefully Draco wouldn't go and do something stupid…
"What did Draco say about all of this? What does he want from you?" Ginny said now closing her suitcase. Hermione quit sobbing for a minute.
"He wants a divorce," is all she said. Ginny was astounded. She couldn't fathom the thought that Draco and Hermione were to divorce. She looked at her clock and saw that she would have to leave soon.
"Sorry Herm, but I have to go. If you want someone to talk to you know where to find me," so saying Ginny grabbed her suitcase and kissed Hermione on the head and left.
As Ginny went down the hall she saw a familiar head. As she approached him she saw that he was totally defeated. He looked so tired.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked timidly.
Draco snapped his head towards her. "Do I bloody look alright!"
"Look just because you and Hermione got into a fight doesn't mean you have to go snapping at everyone you know!" Ginny said contemptuously.
She swept past him and boarded the train.
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December the 20th came all to soon for Draco. He wasn't sure about the mark anymore. Life just didn't seem to be the same without Hermione. He had gone to The Ministry to get a divorce and they said that the papers would be sent to him and Hermione in a couple of days. He was to meet Voldemort in a few minutes and receive the mark.
Lucius came down to meet his son and greeted him with a look of pride. Draco greeted his father by bowing his head. Both of them wore black robes and were ready to go.
"Alright son. This is the day that you make me proud! Let's go," Lucius was about to open the door to leave when Narcissa came down. She gave Lucius a disapproving look and then gave her son one of complete regret.
She had approached him and hugged him. "Draco I was hoping that you would have gone down a different path, but you are of age and I will not treat you as a child. Know this: we will have a very serious talk when you come home," she said sorrowfully in his ear.
"Cissa darling we do have to get going," Lucius said placidly.
Narcissa let go of Draco and gave a look over and then regarded her husband. "Don't rush me Lucius," she said with a cold tone. Lucius nodded and Draco cocked a brow at this. Father afraid of mother?
"Bye mum. See you later," Draco said as he stepped out of the door and into the carriage.
Narcissa turned to Lucius. "You will bring my son back as soon as you are done not a second later. Understood?" she ordered. Lucius nodded.
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Draco arrived in a dreary palace. He saw a man with his face shrouded with his hood; a Death Eater. Lucius was also shrouded and he nodded in secret agreement with the other follower. Lucius waved a hand and motioned for Draco to follow him. He did as told. The Death Eater that greeted the door led them far into the mansion. They went passed the kitchens and ended up at a place where a single insignificant door stood.
The Death Eater revealed his wand and tapped the door twice. The door opened only to reveal a very long stairwell. Draco and Lucius followed and Draco noticed that they were going underground. The walls were stone and lit by torches. After a few minutes Draco was getting tired. The stair well seemed like it would never end…until it did.
The Death Eater who was leading them stopped in front of another door and opened it. He moved to one side and made way for Draco and Lucius to slip by. When Draco entered the dimly lit chamber he saw rows and rows of Death Eaters. Voldemort's number sure has grown…good to know. They were all congregated to witness their newest member. They were all standing side by side and there was a neatly man made aisle for Lucius and Draco to walk through.
Draco was to walk in front of his father and saw that the aisle was long. When he reached the front of the aisle, he saw a throne. There was another hooded figure sitting there, but Draco actually knew who this was. Voldemort looked up and saw Draco standing in front of him defiantly. He liked this.
"Draco Malfoy…please come closer," Voldemort's raspy voice came. Draco felt somewhat nervous, but thought nothing of it. He followed the order and came to a halt in front of Voldemort. Voldemort signaled for a Death Eater to come up to him.
A man approached and stopped in front of Draco. "Lift your right hand," Draco did so, "Do you pledge loyalty and sacrifice for you new true Lord? Do you come to him willing to serve? If so hold out your wand hand and lift your sleeve," the man recited monotone.
Draco thought about this for a few seconds. He felt in the pit of his stomach that he shouldn't do this. Why? Hermione. As soon as that name came into his mind he felt nothing but hurt, disgust, and loathing. He did have reason though, the twins. They will never go without knowing me though. They will have a father. Without further hesitation, Draco found himself saying, "Yes," and he lifted his sleeve.
Voldemort steeped down from his throne and whipped out his wand. "Are you sure? There are no second chances. Once this is on you there is no reversal," Voldemort said before marking Draco. Draco had his old look of utter arrogance and retorted.
"Do you really have to ask?"
Voldemort smiled and then his voice sounded. "Astrosus Consigno!" (Means 'evil sign' in Latin) and pain ensnared Draco. He felt a searing pain in his upper right arm. A burning sensation swept through him and for a split second he felt pure hatred for everything. No happy thought whatsoever. He looked at his upper arm and saw the skull and snake protruding from its mouth.
"It is done. Welcome Brother Malfoy to your new family," Voldemort said. Draco immediately hated him, but then thought of everything that happened.
He hated her more. And he swore he would make damn sure she felt it.
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Well now there you go. Kinda sappy…hope you all like it. See it wasn't that hard was it? You guys gave me 67 reviews more than what I asked for. Thank you. Really I do appreciate it.
This time no threats just the same plea….
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Note1: The first song used was 'Burn' by The Cure.
Note2: The second song was 'Hemorrage (in my hands)' by Fuel.
Alright now I have about what? Six more chapters I think…yes! I have already started the tenth. You will see lots of unhappy stuff the next few chapters. I hope that you all don't kill me for making our star couple mad at each other…well more like fumed if they are going to get a divorce!
Well till next chapter.
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