Disclaimers: I hold no rights to Harry Potter.
Summary: No woman satisfied him. Except for her. She was to be his bride, whether she liked it or not. Hermione and Draco.
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Part 1: You Are Mine
By Callisto Callispi
She did not know who she was. She did not know who he was. But those pale gray eyes studied her. His gaze was sharp and it pierced her every movement like knives. She knew nothing. He knew everything. And he kept everything from her.
"Wh-who ar-arr-are y-y-you?" she whispered. Strange how her tongue refused to form the words.
He smiled. It was cold. Yet it made him all the more beautiful. "I am me. I am Draco Malfoy."
"Wh-o amm I?"
He pondered this. "You have no name. But I shall make one up for you."
She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering against her skin. The bed was soft. Rain pounded against the window. Flames cackled in the hearth. It had been a night like this.
But all she remembered were the flames -- orange tongues licking at the bandages.
And the blue sparks.
Then tumultuous explosions.
"You've ruined her! You've ruined her, you imbecile!"
"Hermione."
Her lids, growing heavier by each second, closed. "Uhn?"
The rustle of silk. "You are Hermione."
His lips, cold yet soft, brushed against her forehead.
"You are mine."