Hermione watched him slip out the door, his kiss lingering on her lips. She raised her fingertips to touch them, almost feeling his kiss left on her tender lips. She dropped her hand and turned to look around the shop. It was small for a bookstore, but that was what made it so cozy. She loved the warmness of the room, and the books. They were so organized, first by subject, then author, lastly title. She scanned the shelves, until her eyes fell upon the book that she once treasured. She stepped over toward it gently feeling the end of the book, smiling at the how warn it was. She hadn't picked up the book since Draco left her as the characters reminded her too much of them. Especially because the boy's name in the book was Darnell. She sighed, and smiled, slipping her hand in a little, and gently removing from its spot on the shelf. The colors on the book caught her eyes, deep blacks and red's with a simple outreached hand. She lifted it up, opening it slightly to read the first page. But she almost jumped when she heard the soft sound of something falling out of the book and hitting the floor. She looked down to see an envelope. She set the book on her desk, and she bent down to pick it up. She smiled as she recognized the familiar elegant scrawl of Draco's handwriting. She picked it up, reading her name across the front and noticing how beautiful his scribbles made her name. She opened it slowly unsure why she was hesitant to do so. She slid the parchment out and opened it carefully.
My dearest Hermione,
If you are reading this then I must have done what I thought I could never do. I must have let you go. You must understand I wish with all my heart that I did not have to do this. I wish that I could hold you tightly to my chest and smell your hair, and absorb your essence forever. But due to our circumstances, this is impossible. I would never allow you to endanger your life in such a way. If anything ever happened to you I would never be able to forgive myself. Whatever I will say to you tonight, I swear that I do not mean a single word. You know how much you mean to me, how much I love you. You must forgive me, though I would understand if you could not. Do not come after me, I beg of you. I am dangerous now that I will be a Death Eater, and if you were to hint that we were in a relationship it would be the death of both of us. Don't you see? That is why I have to do this. I have to let you go so I can save you. Tell Potter thank you for delivering this to you, I do not believe that I can utter those words to him. I love you Hermione, and I will love you until the day I die. I've never cared about anyone so much. Stay safe, and be happy. For me.
Love Always,
D
She sighed and placed the letter back inside the envelope, and picked up her book. She slid it back inside her book. She knew that a muggle born loving a Malfoy was a death sentence. But I can't control how I feel. She thought. She took the book to the front door of her shop, and noticed her wand gently placed on a shelf right beside the doorway. She smiled and picked it up, removing the charm off the windows. She locked the front door and held the book against her chest as she walked upstairs to her room.
Draco apperated back to the shack. He looked around the room at the other Death Eaters. A few were slightly bleeding, a couple sprouting feathers from charms gone wrong. They were all smirking and comparing stories of what they had accomplished. He listened in to the stories feeling sick as he heard the words of torture and pain. They congratulated one another for a couple minutes before noticing him.
"Malfoy!" someone shouted. The Death Eaters all looked his way, sending cat calls and hoots. He forced a smirk.
"So how good do mud bloods fuck?" A Death Eater bellowed crudely.
"Yah, too bad she has filthy blood. I wouldn't mind a little…" Blaise wiggled his eyebrows. "From a pretty thing like her."
Draco could feel his fists tightening in anger, but he wouldn't let himself go. "She screws like a pureblood." He bragged. "I had her begging for more." He gloated though the words alone made him feel nauseous. He smirked. "I should go lay down, she took a lot out of me, but the fight made it all more exciting."
There were a few hollers and teases. Through it all though, Draco heard Blaise lean over to Pansy and whisper something in her ear. He couldn't hear what he said exactly, but he knew from Blaise's huskiness in his voice he was talking about something sexual.
"What did you say Zabini?" He asked coolly.
Blaise looked up sharply. "I was just saying: I'm going to get me a piece of that. I don't care if she's a mud blood, she's bloody sexy." He said playfully. "You wouldn't care would you?"
Draco's face went hard and he leaned forward to be right in Blaise's face. "You touch her and I'll kill you myself." He said his voice colder then ice.
Blaise looked up at him. "What's your problem Malfoy? Are you falling for that mud blood again?"
Malfoy growled. "She refused to fuck me when I was stupid enough to date her. She's nice and tight, and she's mine now. You touch her, ruin her in anyway and I will hurt you."
Blaise shrugged. "She could always use her mouth…" He smirked devilishly.
"Fuck you, Zabini. You touch her and I'll make sure it's the last you thing you ever do." He shoved him back and strode upstairs furious at himself. As soon as he went into the room, he summoned his pensieve and drew out all the memories he had of Hermione, Harry, anything that could possibly give him away. Then after he had sent it back, he threw himself on the bed in disgust.
Percy grinned as he walked down the alley. The destruction did no more then amuse him. He whistled to himself a song that he knew held some significance for him and Hermione. Significance that he was sure possessed him to be the stronger of the two. Again. She had no idea how hard life was on that island. He had to make his own food, shelter, and boil his water. He had practically starved, let alone go mad with insanity. He dug his hands into his pockets. No she would never know. But he could always show her. He smirked to himself, and whistled softly. Amor flew through the air, his black feathers glistening in the sun that peeked through the clouds. He sat down, the bird landing on a perch beside a pet store which had been broken into. He scratched out a quick message and then tied it to the bird's leg. Amor hooted softly, but Percy just stroked his feathers.
"She will be mine, don't you worry your pretty head about it." He said smiling. Then he stood and walked over to the window. He raised his wand and placed it gently against the window, muttering a spell under his breath and gently pushing on the window. His wand slowly slipped through the glass, and he carefully stepped through the window, and then climbed the rest of the way through smiling widely. Oh yes, he couldn't wait for her to wake up. He kept whistling his song, just softer so as not to wake her. He needed to be prepared. He softly sang under his breath. "Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take…I'll be watching you." He smiled to himself as he turned around reversing the spell on the window. Then he turned and started to head up to her room.
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