Title: Mesh
Author: Morbid Romantic (a.k.a MiSSNoX)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Genre: Romance/Angst
A/N: I know,
I should be working on Fading Into You or Dare You To Move. I know I
should finish those before I start something knew, but as you all
have probably noticed, I'm great at starting, but I'm horrible at
finishing. I sat down a few nights ago to write another chapter for
one of thee above, but no...I came up with something else.
I promise I'll finish them here soon.
You also might have
noticed that I've changed my name to x Morbid Romantic. Yes...I
think I'll stick with this one. Hehe... famous last words, no?
"My shadows the
only one that walks beside me,
My shallow hearts
the only thing that's beating,
Sometimes I wish
someone out there will find me,
Till then I walk
alone..."
- Boulevard of
Broken Dreams (Greenday)
Chapter One
My back is pressed up against one of the walls in the Astronomy Tower. Each rough point of cool stone can be felt pressing into my flesh. The pain is welcome, as is the icy wind that blows that plays with my hair. My head is tipped back, my eyes drinking in the sky. My eyes are narrowed against the wind, and I stare up at the many bright orbs that are pressed into the sky like shining diamonds strung onto an expensive wrist.
I slowly allow myself to sink to the ground, each muscle hissing in protest. The night is encased in silence. I wrap my arms around my knees.
The day had been spent leaning low over sickbed after sickbed in the infirmary. Low moans and soft crying had stained the air, as had the mingled smells of blood and rotting, diseased flesh. I let out a weary sigh.
The war has begun, and already, things are looking dim. I continue staring at the stars.
I sit alone in the open air, as I do every day. At every meal, every class, every Order of the Phoenix meeting.
My two best friends have left me.
Ron Weasley, who was hit by the killing curse on a cold, wet October night at the Three Broomsticks. I remember watching the light flee from his eyes as he fell into the damp street, face twisted into a mask of rage and terror. I remember falling to my knees, attempting to catch him before he fell. I remember watching as Ministry officials popped out of no where. I remember thinking that if they had been there just one minuet earlier...
Then Harry Potter. Sent to a safe house in France. He is beginning his training to go up against the Dark Lord. I get a letter once a month. Vague and unemotional. I worry about him every day, for I see the things that happen to the ones that cross the path of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or on of his Death Eaters.
I lean my head forward, then let it crash back against the stone wall. I feel a sharp pain and see dots before my eyes. I smile.
I look up towards the stone castle. My black cloak flies about me in the icy chill. I attempt to wrap it around myself tighter, pulling my hood over my white blond hair. I close my gray eyes against the wind chill, and slowly make my way back into the forbidden forest, turning my back on the castle I love so dearly.
The dark mark that was placed by force upon the pale flesh of my arm throbs uncomfortably, and I wince as the image of red snake eyes pass through my mind. I hate him. I spit the nasty taste in my mouth onto the ground.
I hate the torture. I hate the rituals. I hate the screaming.
I let out a sigh as I glance back to whats left of the castle.
The mark starts to burn. The pain is almost intolerable. I smile.
TBC?