im on a kick. i love SWSNBSA, it's my fav story, but i was just reviewing old reviews and i decided to update this one, along with my new oneshot (read, please) Moved On. sorry for the long wait!
Don't believe the conniving little Mudblood. She lies, she deceives. She's a woman, a lesser being. Malfoy was shaking now as the voice grew crueler and colder as it realized that he was fighting the curse.
She noticed the lack of control and strength in his posture, and exploited it. "We were married three years after we graduated. Your father broke out of Azkaban two days after the news hit the papers in hopes of turning you, or killing me. Maybe both." She said, a sardonic smile curling on her lips.
Stop it. This was his own mind's voice, pleading with her. She would not listen. "Harry didn't come, he forbade it, you remember? He sent back the invitation and you told me that you would eviscerate him as a wedding present." There was laughter in her eyes. "Ron reconciled to the match before we were even wed and did join the festivities" Stop it...his own weak voice wasn't sure whether he was speaking more to the other, more dominating voice, or Hermione.
"Luna Lovegood was a bridesmaid, remember what you said when you found out?" She pleaded, piercing his eyes with her stare. He shook his head weakly. Lies, all lies! Kill her before she poisons you...the strong, angry voice nearly shrieked. STOP it. He answered, concentrating on Hermione's voice in hopes of drowning out the other.
"You told me that she would probably strap on that ridiculous lion's head and somehow meld it with a snake. I was almost surprised when she didn't." He could tell that she was speaking more to herself than to him, remembering the good times always helped get her through the bad.
"I saw you a few months after Hogwarts at Gringotts and we got into some blazing row before actually beginning -what you can call- a civilized conversation...no..." She thought better of it. "Argument, more like it." Despite her pain and bruises, she smiled at the memory.
STOP IT.
It was easy to sweetly ignore what she could not hear. "Your mother would make fun of my weight, seeing as she was a face on a stick herself. Remember when she tried to force me into her old wedding gown?" She looked at him hopefully, though his face was slack. She smiled with an air of sadness before continuing. "And I told you that I didn't want a cursed dress, seeing as her marriage went to the gutters..."
His subconscious could not longer take it, and at the top of his lungs he at long last screamed. "STOP IT!" Not to a startled Hermione, but to the voice attempting to control his thoughts and actions. And then he remembered everything.
I dont know what it is, school? but something gives me the update itch, and im going to scratch it...by updating a story that has not been updated in months with 109 reviews and 24 favs, guess what? i dont really get why im doin this, but i am. reviews, please, i just want opinions!