Everything To Fight For
Hey! Um, I had a bit of a writers block on how to get my idea's started, and plus I've been at a lot of places lately, lol! Um, I think I'll start it now, and sorry about the delay.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter 15- Love's Chain
Hermione was crying silently in Narcissa's dormitories. She saw what had happened earlier that day… the love of her life, out to kill and destroy. They had tried their best, for they did not really have any time to plan anything. She didn't know what she should do. Run away into hiding, fight against her love? Was this what it felt like to be in love with something you couldn't have?
Narcissa ran into the room with tears down her face, her fake smile quickly thrown away. She ran over to the wall, opened it slowly and motioned for Hermione to crawl through it. She did as she was told and Narcissa kissed her forehead, closing the door and plastering another fake smile upon her face.
Hermione looked through the hole in the wall and saw Luscious come into the room and start laughing. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but he looked happy. He pushed Narcissa onto the bed, and Hermione quickly ran down the hall, not wanting to see what was going to happen next.
It was dark in the short halls of the passageway, and she kept looking through the small holes in the passageway to see whereabouts she was. She looked through one hole and saw a boy. A familiar looking boy, in a picture. Draco.
She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, and then looked around the silver and green room. Draco sat there in the room, reading something from a parchment. Probably something his father had given him. She took a deep breath and fiddled with her clothes. Then she pushed the wall out and came out from the passageway.
He didn't notice.
It was late and Hermione was scared, tired and hungry. She was sad and worried. Too many emotions for one sane person to experience.
"Draco…" She whispered.
He looked up at her. She knew he was his own person now, but now he had the urge to kill muggles and muggle born wizards. Had she just sentenced her own death? At the hands of her love?
He stood, and took her hand. "I remember you." He whispered.
She felt a slight shock when he took her hand, but it quickly subsided.
"I can hurt you…" He said softly, as he lifted his hand and ran it down her face. "You have to be careful."
"Yes, I know." She answered, through heavy breaths.
He brought his lips to hers and kissed her. His grip tightened on her hand and then his hands went to her shoulders as he pulled her in.
"We shouldn't be doing this." He said. "I'm supposed to want to kill you."
"Do you?" She asked.
He sighed. "No…"
She pulled him onto the bed with her, resting him on top of her. He slowly pulled off her shirt and she pulled off his. He kissed her again, trailing kissed down her neck and back up again.
"I- Love- You-…" Draco struggled to say.
His eyes were dark, but they seemed to be struggling. He kissed her again and she pulled his body closer to hers. She wanted him; he wanted her.
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EIGHT MONTHS LATER
(A/N: Here is a review on what happened during those eight months. You might be wondering why I'm skipping their lives for a bit, but it will all make sense later. Okay, so after that night, Hermione ran away from the Manor and went to live with Ron so that she could go into hiding. Harry warned all of the muggle born wizards of the return of a dark lord, and many of them went into hiding as well. Since then, wizards had been treating the dark lord like the return of Voldemort, but things had not been that bad just yet.
Luscious is getting angry that his son isn't on a killing spree yet, but he took it as a fact that there would be a period in time where his son would have to gain strength before he could kill. This of course, was what he thought was happening, so he went off to start some of the work before he would give the new 'Dark Lord' a change to regain his glory.)
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She watched the redhead as he slowly sipped his coffee and looked in the Daily Prophet.
"More killings." He muttered.
Hermione sighed. "Ron, you know it's not Draco's fault… you saw it happen."
Ron sighed. "Saw what? Him turn into a dark lord, sure! But what if he was just luring you in?"
Hermione smiled. "Thanks for caring, Ron. But you know that you're wrong." She said.
"Okay, well at least your safe." Ron said, sighing.
Hermione took a piece of bread and said, "This whole hiding thing is stupid. How are we supposed to live a normal life? And its not right, Ron! Its not! I mean look at me! I'm getting fat from staying inside so long and not doing anything, and my eyes have became tired."
It was true. Hermione had a bit of a belly and her eyes had no shine in them.
"Well what did you call that stuff with Krum? You were hiding from him!" Ron answered angrily.
Hermione opened her mouth, but closed it again. "That's different…" Whispered Hermione.
"No. Its not." Ron said. The final tone in his voice made her not want to argue with him about it.
"Well, he's going to be attacking soon anyways. And I'm going to be ready." Hermione's matter-of-fact voice that everyone thought she left back at Hogwarts came back to her.
"Fine. And just exactly what, are you going to do, Miss Granger." Ron said with a coy smile.
She winked. "You go to work, and when you come home I'll have dinner ready." She answered, avoiding his question.
"Fine." He said getting up, taking his briefcase and broomstick. "I'll be home at six."
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And getting ready was just what she was going to do. Grabbing loads of old schoolbooks, she flipped through the pages and withdrew her wand, yelling incantations and swinging it appropriately. She used to be the brightest witch of her age, and she still had it.
She practiced.
She practiced.
Time flew by.
She practiced.
She practiced all night, and all night she practiced.
When Ron came home, dinner was there as she had promised. They ate talking about his day, and then she left to her room. There, she practiced.
When the clock struck two in the morning, Hermione smiled and put the wand down.
"Years of Hogwarts in a night." She whispered. She got up from where she was sitting, adrenaline pumping. "My love, I'm ready."
She then sat thinking of what exactly she was going to do. Had she even realized that he was out to kill her? If he tried to kill her, she could disarm him, but only for so long. Dark magic was a serious business.
Her stomach ached, her sweat was running from her face, and she was extremely hungry. After having a large snack, she slipped under the covers.
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A man sat in the corner of a room. She could not see his face. She could hear him whispering.
'I'm dying.' He cried, 'and I want to die.'
'Why?' She asked. 'Why must you want to die?'
'Because… no one understands.' He said.
He rose from his chair. Black light illuminated him. He turned, his face shadowed. His hand came out from the shadows and grabbed her, pulling her close so that she could see the whites of his eyes.
Another black flash. He was dead. She was dead. They lay there; bodies crumpled along side one another.
"NOOOO!" Hermione jumped from a startling dream, yelling. "No…" She whispered.
She looked over to the books, stacked on one another along her bedside table. She had been having the same dream ever since she started training, three weeks ago.
She let her head fall back into the pillow and her eyes began to droop. She looked at the clock. The numbers were blurry. The hands started moving quickly around and around and around…
'You are ready.' A voice whispered. 'You must go. He will not seek out you, you shall seek out him. Go, Hermione Granger.'
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Hello! That was a good chapter I think, because the next one is coming up soon and you guys are going to LOVE it! YAY! Well anyways, I can't wait to write it, but right now I'm very busy! Anyways, enjoy this one!
P.S. I wrote a short, funny fic called 'A Halloween Tale', with my friend, and its not as corny as it sounds… anyways, if you want to read it, than please do! YAY!
-Kit