Dark Angel
Prologue
He seemed to be all she was able to think about these days. Now. Laying in a bed she suddenly didn't feel quite right in, finding herself, once again, plagued by dreams of that one time during the war. That one time she had looked at him with anything but loathing and hate. That one time he had shown her anything but disgust. Disgust at who she was.
She was feeling quite disgusted with herself now. But for different reasons.
A small moan escaped the body next to her and she closed her eyes, willing it not to be true. She couldn't actually be thinking these things when she was laying in bed with someone else. Not her. She was always loyal. Always.
She turned to the man now, willing herself to push the other one from her mind. She was being stupid. She was being weak. She loved this man. Not him. Shaking slightly, feeling even more guilty, she looped an arm over his chest, it still tanned from their honeymoon, his chest and shoulders freckled from the sun giving him the appearance of a tan as well. His chest rose and fell as she watched, not really seeing...
Why was she thinking about him? Why now? After all these years? She hadn't seen him since that one night.
That night she had saved his life.
She held her breath as she felt tears sting her eyes. She was a loyal person. She would be loyal to her husband.
She sat up, her curls falling over her shoulder as she looked down at his face, a slight grimace over taking her features. She shouldn't have the right to be with him. Laying in their shared bed... thinking about another man. Ron was her husband. Ron was the one to be loyal to. Ron was her new life.
She didn't even know where he was. The Daily Prophet hadn't been able to locate him. Hunt him down... ask him question about his loyalties.
He was loyal to what he believed in at least.
The Daily Prophet. For some reason she grew incredibly edgy when thinking about the fact he could have read the Prophet... found out she was now married as it had announced that day. For some reason she felt like she was being disloyal to him. That she had hurt him in some way.
But really... wasn't she just a 'mudblood' to him? That's all she ever was, right? Garbage that pureblood families like his step over? Spit on?
Remembering back to that night so many years ago... she doubted he thought that at all.
She hoped he didn't think that at all...
Suddenly, looking at her life logically didn't seem to make sense anymore...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
AN:
The next chapter will be longer of course...
I want reviews please! This is, after all, my first Draco/Hermione fic. I hope you'll enjoy it.