I'm glad people do like my story. If you have any ideas as to what you might enjoy in the story do try to challenge me. I don't pre-write, just kind of spur of the moment idea type.
By the way all my reviewers so far, thank you. Trust me that I hate Draco/Pansy, so I don't plan to continue that in any way, it was just needed for the plot. Blaise will be playing a decent part in this. Hermione will also be very interesting this chapter with all these events.
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Chapter 6: With Love Comes Pain
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Harry watched as Snape burst into the Gryffindor common room. He had ventured down once he began to worry about how long it was taking Luna. Unlike Pansy who had to search her whole house, she only had to search her room. Now he was sitting next to Ron on a couch watching the fire, no words exchanged just silent support. Then came in, Snape, and crushing all that he had known, crushing what hope he had. In his arms, all he saw was wet blonde looking hair, a limp body, his mind ran to Luna. His beautiful and wonderful girlfriend, the love of his life, the one who kept him alive. His heart had stopped in his chest and it was in slow motion all of a sudden, the world lost its color and he watched as Snape set down Twilight and Harry fell to his knees at her side. Placing a gentle hand on her cheek, he saw she was wide awake, but why would Snape be carrying her. Ron moved over to look at her as well and bent to brush a couple stray hairs from her face, then spread a blanket over her.
"Har-ry." Her eyes were so heartbroken when she looked up at him, the jade was still milky and he knew something was wrong with her. His head snapped up to look at the Head of Slytherin House in confusion.
The potions master looked down at him, "Someone is trying to access her visions... we don't know who, but it's keeping her form being able to use her body. She's stuck somewhere between a vision and reality. I pushed her barriers back up but it's hard to keep them up, and she has to be able to hold them there herself to keep from being like this, but the attack hit her hard, even for an immortal." His eyes lingered on the Boy Who Lived, "There's something she wants to inform you of, and she also said she needed you..."
Twilight found the way to grab Harry's arm and draw his attention back to her, "It's about Luna... I'm so sorry Harry... It was supposed to be me... They were supposed to take me, but Luna knew... She got there before Hermione or I could get to her. Hermione watched her be apparated away right before her eyes. Wherever Blaise went then that's where she'll be... Blaise will watch over her... he will take care of her. I promise you... they will be back... I'm so sorry... I wish it had been me... it was supposed to be me. Please don't hate me Harry... You can't give up... you can't do something rash... and most all... we can't go after them. Leave it to Blaise... please." Tears were pooling over her translucent jade eyes, and her grip moved to his hand, "As long as I am here... as long as I'm alive... I promise Blaise will return and Luna will be alive when he brings her back with him."
Harry was sure there was a hole where his heart once was, it broke his world into pieces and destroyed what semblance of sanity that he had left. His mind was falling into that void of depression, he felt so lost now, his light, his hope, all gone. Then his eyes fell on Twilight and saw her emotions that swam in her eyes was so close to being the same, except her life truly did depend on the one she loved. Slipping a hand onto her cheek he pushed his mind against her own, Snape pulled away as Harry moved to fortify Twilight's barriers, at the same time he kept his own rock solid, to ensure what was attacking her would not move on to him. "Twilight... think of one thing push that one irrelevant thought to the fore front of your mind and hold it there... I will forgive you, but don't let this enemy know our plans, our possible future... please Twi be strong." His urging must have work because he was slowly being pushed out, and he felt the other presence was being pushed out too. All he saw was the crest of the Zabini family, no longer was he seeing battles he had yet to fight.
Falling back against his heels Harry looked to see the girl sitting up, "Thank you, Harry..." Her eyes were watering still but Ron hugged her, it was so much like taking care of Hermione, the girl was like a younger sister. Though Twilight was only in her fifth year, and that was her true age, she was born immortal, she would stop growing when she reached that peak condition or turned her first human. She was younger than any of them, and you could see the innocence in all she did, and yet at times she was so much older than them all in specific ways. Then she gasped and Harry's eyes flicked back up to her but then moved to the door where she was looking, but her eyes were so clouded he knew she wasn't seeing what was in reality, then as it cleared to a mossy green did she turn to look at Ron. "Always remember to forgive her... she loves you so." A half-smile spread across her face and she stood, then turned to her Head of House, "Come, we are needed to help the futures path once more..."
Harry watched them leave, deciding not to say a word as Ron turned to him, "Pan... she was talking about Pan." That's all he could say though as he sank into the he seat that Twilight had just vacated, and much like his best friend placed his head in his hands. "What has Pan done now?"
A silence hung between them so heavy that Harry sank the rest of the way back against the couch as he sat in the floor, this was just too much for him. So much misery and despair floated around them, but now it had taken hold of him, in quite possibly the worst way. It had been far too long since any other besides his Luna had drug him from this deep of a drudge. There was a place in him that only that nonsensical beauty could hold, and now he never knew if she would again. Perhaps it would be left devoid of occupation until it ate him from the inside out, and he knew if even the Dark Lord had felt this, he could not have survived. His mind thought of the places Blaise could have went and not wanted them to know, and he could only be sure it was not somewhere good, "Merlin... Someone, bring me back my moon..."
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Draco felt something in him fall apart as he pulled away from Pansy, something in him was so pained that it almost brought him to his knees. It was then he noticed his state of disorder, what had come over him? What had he done? His eyes widened in fear as he saw the disillusionment fall from Pansy. His heart leaped into his throat and he watched the girl drop to the cold stone floors, and look up at him with such a pitiable expression. A glow in her eyes that pronounced her mind not be her own. Draco backed away, he felt an ache in his heart that he knew didn't belong to him, but instead his mate. It was her presence in his mind, her forceful intrusion upon him that had brought him back to himself. What had she seen? His mind searched for her own, and it was then he froze, anguish ate him alive as it finally brought him to a degrading position no Malfoy had held before. On his hands and knees, he cracked the stones as he beat his fists upon them, letting desolation to seep into every part of his being.
'Hermione... My 'Mione... Please... My Love...' He called out to her, he wanted nothing more than to hold her, he searched for her, he had to know where she was, a fear was holding him as he found no response from her side of their bond. A groan alerted him to Pansy's conscious state, he glimpsed her and knew as the guilt was written across her face that she knew not how they had gotten this way.
It was a blur to him. One moment he was hugging a good friend and housemate to comfort her at the loss of another then he found himself in a most adulterous position as if he had actually committed the act. In his mind, though, he knew that he had not done so, never would he betray his mate. This feeling of pain, sorrow, and distrust he knew was from her, and he needed now more than ever to go to her, but she had closed them off. What he felt and could gather from her mind was too mixed up and distressed, and he was unable to call to her, unable to know where she was. He feared to harm her more by fully entering her mind as she had done to him, to see what she saw, but what he feared most was she was truly hurt and needed him.
"Draco... I'm sorry..." He turned to see Pansy's tear streaked face and watched her pull herself together. Picking herself up from the depths of the darkened alcove he had left her in, she moved past him, leaving him there, and ignoring him as his feral roars echoed along the halls. "Understand... it wasn't me... make her understand Draco... we are not what she thinks we are... We could never... just she must know..." Her mind was too boggled with how she could explain to Ron, to tell him her mind had not belonged to her in this moment of time. That neither of them were at fault, the lapse of memory hared between them showed that they were not in control.
Looking up as footsteps echoed down towards them he caught the fear in her eyes as well, not fear of being caught, but the fear of the loss that could come from someone with the wrong information. Draco refused to think he had knowingly betrayed the one who meant more than eternity to him. He would sacrifice all he had, his immortality, his dark magic, his name, if that would mean his Hermione would be safe and live happily. No sorrow should mar his beautiful mate's eternity with him, and he feared it was already to late to guarantee that. Pressing his forehead against the stones, he begged any who would listen to let his 'Mione forgive him. "I love you..." his voice was barely a move of his lips, so fast that no one heard him, but he hoped it had crossed his bond.
Suddenly Snape slipped around the corner, and his frown deepened as he saw his godson's state, no one brought a Malfoy to his hands and knees. Then his eyes turned to the desolate Pansy as she avoided his eyes, and he then understood why Twilight anted them to get here before anyone else. Only the two of them would here this out with rushing to conclusions and not setting the stage for unprecedented amounts of drama. "Explain yourselves." Snape demanded as he rushed over to pull Draco to his feet, he watched something close to relief wash softly over the blonde but knew there was much more to what he was feeling at the moment. Twilight was tending to Pansy, trying to keep her calm and cooperative, hoping that the two would talk to them, something was definitely wrong, Snape knew nothing serious ever happened between the two of them. So if it had been nothing but a quick means to sex, then why would they risk all they had now in their partners to do this?
Sighing Draco turned to his Head of House, preparing himself by pulling himself together bit better. Before trying to put this all into words he looked to Pansy to be sure she wanted him to talk, she seemed to understand and gave Draco a nod of approval. "I was returning to my rooms, after meeting with Blaise before he left, as I'm sure you know already. Pansy was coming down to the dungeons, you'll have to ask her why though, but I saw how distraught she seemed and stopped her to give her a hug in a shared moment of loss. It was then everything went fuzzy, and thoughts kept coming up uninvited of how it felt to be in the others arms that it was like last year before the war really began to start wholeheartedly. Neither of us summoned these thoughts, it was as if someone was whispering in our minds, influencing our actions, our words, controlling us. Even to the point that it forced Pansy to cast a disillusionment charm on herself to look like my mate, Hermione. It was then that I blacked out, lost all recollection of the events taking place, and still now have no idea what had happened between us other than the assurance that I know my own body enough to know nothing could have gotten far between us. I'm sorry if it offends you Pansy but part of claiming is the fact that only my mate can arouse me, no other woman but her will do for me, its to ensure fidelity between mates." His silver eyes were a dangerous charcoal in his deepening anger for being put in such a situation.
Pansy then sighed, deciding to add why she had been coming down to the dungeons other than to go to her room, "I was coming down here, i was searching for Twilight. We were worried about with Blaise leaving and feared you would try to follow him. Now that you are safe I can ease Ron and Harry's worries about you." The pain in Twilight's eyes told her there was something going on that they had not yet told them. "What has happened?" As fear gripped her, her mind flew the ginger several floors above her, "Ron?"
Leaning back against the wall Draco waited fro one of them to answer, Twilight turned away from them and continued in her silence, "Earlier tonight, several took to following Blaise out into the night. Twilight intending on going with him, Luna trying to stop her is all we can guess, and well one other but she has yet to return to the castle though Twilight swears to me she is absolutely fine. Yet, Luna was not so lucky, we can only believe from what we have been told is that the ones that took Blaise with them, took Luna as well." Snape to ld the two, Pansy immediately collapsed to the floor, unable to handle the thought of such a close friend snatched away from them, and her mind was on how she and Ron could keep Harry going without Luna there to ease his fatalistic turns.
Twilight suddenly whirled around, "Hermione... have you heard her? I told her to call for you... I told her you would come for her." Twilight's urgency scared Draco so much that he had to grip his chest to be sure his heart remained inside its cavity.
"My Hermione... she is the one who has not returned to the castle..." When Snape confirmed it Draco was on his feet moving away before he stopped suddenly, "She pushed into my mind... she saw through my eyes... it was what broke the spell on Pansy and I. She will not want to see me. I do not want her to be so hurt, and I think it likely it would do more damage for me to come for her now than another. It is my greatest regret to think so but I know it is most surely true." His heart seemed to plunge at such thoughts, he wanted nothing more than to go to her, to find her, to hold her, to protect her.
Snape snapped to him, "You must though, if her gift takes over in her desperation only you would be safe from it. Also I didn't tell Twilight, but the one who entered her mind tonight... I believe we know who it is, an auror team came in to confirm it shortly before I found her. This same person I believe is the one that may have imperiused you and Pansy. Bellatrix Lestrange was found to have joined the immortal ranks this night. It seems she has grown much more powerful with the turn, I believe in you time of grief and the hug that you two shared that your barriers dropped on your minds unintentionally, and the same for Twilight. Bellatrix is trying to destroy our ranks form within, and trying to obtain select information on the future. So she must have seen these chances and grabbed them to use you all for her own means to and end." Snape watched Draco's shoulders slump somewhat, "Did your eyes glow?" Draco knew this to show a person had been under the imperius curse and distinctly remembered the soft glow he had seen in Pansy's eyes as they had pushed apart from one another, and he nodded, then looking to Pansy she nodded to confirm it as well.
Then Draco almost fell to his knees again, 'DRACO!!'
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Blaise turned to see the next man enter with a pop, but his eyes widened when he saw who was with him, "Luna..." he gasped, but it seemed none of his captors noticed and he realized suddenly that they must think this to be his Twilight. He watched the man grip Luna's arm more firmly as he forced her to her knees, and then he clear blue eyes looked up to him and he sunk to her level, and pressing his cheek against her own he whispered to her, "I'm so sorry... I shall protect you... You will see Harry again..." Then he was suddenly jerked back onto his feet and he knew even if he wasn't bound or had his wand taken, he was still very close to being a prisoner at the moment in this regimes eyes, no one ran from them and yet he accomplished it so easily for a year, it was a defiance that he was proud of and he allowed a sneer to grace his features, one he had adapted from the Slytherin Prince or was it King now, who had given the expression such life.
Being pushed to his knees roughly in the center of a grand hall, the floor was grimy and made him cringe to think what atrocities had been committed where he was kneeling. Though the rest gathered around him were bowing as well. He turned his blue eyes to see as the other man pushed Luna down onto her hands and knees, practically pressing her face into the floor. "You better pay attention and do what your told boy if you think you're gonna keep that little girlie of yours safe. If you don't I'm sure Sam wouldn't mind testing her out to see how her skills fare." Blaise stiffened at the thought of something so horrendous being dealt upon such an innocent as Luna, no one deserved such treatment not even one of the evil women that surrounded him.
A cackle he couldn't help but be familiar with floated into the room, and Blaise glared down at the ground, a marking along his left shoulder burned and he knew this time he wouldn't be able to escape. His one rebellion was daringly raising his eyes to meet the other man's, his hatred was obvious in his defiance and the man next to him shoved him roughly against the cobbled floors. A sharp pain across his forehead sent stars flying across his vision, but he remained steady, reaching into himself he performed the wandless magic to heal the gash he was sure was there. Conscious was needed to protect Luna, he had to hold his head up again as he was jerked back to his feet, "Using wandless healing magic... Pathetic, white magic is below you Blaise. You were born into the darkness, why do you refuse to accept the role you must play, you must play death." The man's crazy crooked grin made the boy shudder as he turned away from him and saw just how many of the man's followers had gathered here for this.
"What punishment awaits me?" Blaise almost chuckled just to piss the man off, which may play better into his hand, distract him completely from the girl who was with him.
The darkness parted as the man stepped froward from the shadows, "Shouldn't you be begging at you Lord's feet? Asking me to spare you both or at least the girl?" The man felt some amusement and had a prideful ego boost when Luna finally looked up and saw who exactly it was that had taken them captive for his own gains in mind. His smirk was filled more with insanity than actual arrogance in Blaise's opinion, the man had lost it so long ago. "Well, Blaise? Or is that what I should call you by? It really was quite ingenious of you, I would have never thought to have looked for you with the name you chose, you chose what was in front of my face because you knew we would never go for the obvious choice. I almost got you a year ago, but you have been hiding from me so well, and going to that school all along."
His back stiffened as he listened to his well laid plans being told to him, "It took you long enough to figure it out or was it your last chance, that if Blaise Zabini wasn't the one you were looking for then you would have given up? How far was I from escaping you for good? Until the Potter boy comes to kill you?" Blaise laughed then, so funny it was to him to see the anger and shock written across the Dark Lord's face. "You don't touch the girl and I will be yours... for now." His smile was grim as he stepped towards the most evil man in the wizarding world. When he took his hand, he fell back to the ground, his mark singing him so deeply that it practically sapped the life from him.
"You know... My Bella... She viewed your girl's mind... I know the one with you isn't your mate... Though your attachment and protectiveness of her shows enough that I can still use her against you if you try to disobey me. Your Twilight, I wish I had gotten that little jewel, but I can be sure one day you will bring her to me or she will come for you, and then she will be another one of my pets. Too bad you will miss all the painful and dramatic havoc that Bella created tonight... so easy when Draco finally drops that invincible guard at the woe of losing such a friend and partner that he considered a brother." The demented laughing that escaped the Dark Lord's lips filled Blaise with anger, so much so it took much of his resolve not to strangle the man where he stood, if only he could.
Blaise jerked away from the grip the Dark Lord had on him, and turned suspicious eyes upon him. "What have you done? You promised me this one night for them."
That was when a very pale and very much immortal Bellatrix Lestrange walked form around Voldemort's throne and gave him a look of pity that made him want to spit in the woman's face. No one pitied him. "Just put some pain in her life again. Draco and that one little friend of yours... Let's see her father was killed in our ranks not long ago, her mother Hyacinth, oh yes the Parkinson... were forced into a bit of a reunion. Seems Draco ruined my fun as always, he's already claimed the girl so he can't be aroused to be forced into immoral acts even through imperius, how disappointing. She saw enough to cause trouble though, and that's what I wanted." Her proud smile spread across her face and Blaise was shocked to see Luna suddenly fly across the room and smack Bellatrix hard enough to wipe it off her face.
This though meant Blaise had to step in, but he and Draco... if nothing else would always be the Dark Lord's favorite. Maybe only just because the were a challenge to him, because of their outright defiance of his plans and ideals. Because of this, Bellatrix knew she couldn't hurt him, couldn't use the creative curse of her own design on the girl as she had wanted as long as Blaise stood in front of her or protected her. "You deserved it you bitch..." Luna's hiss shocked Blaise even more, but he knew he was with a good ally here, Twilight would have been more worried about him, but then again she was his mate, so of course, that would be her first priority.
"She has spunk... She will be safe enough as long as she's in your company." Voldemort then turned to Bellatrix, "Don't interfere in Draco's life again, though. I enjoyed it this time but I don't want to risk pushing him farther from me." Bellatrix snarled but nodded as she joined the ranks in shadows behind the Dark Lord's throne. "Come, let us feast, my Blaise... if that's what he demands to be called now... has returned to me, it is cause to celebrate."
Blaise turned taking Luna's arm and drawing her off to the side, "There are things I must tell you. Before you hear it wrong here. I was a death eater once to protect someone who meant everything to me. I will be one again to protect her, those I care about, and the world that I know is waiting for us all after this war. Trust me no matter what it seems that I am doing, know that I will not be participating in the workings that most Death Eaters do. I was and am once again, Voldemort's right hand. It is a gift of mine that makes him want me, trust me, and keeps me safe. You must understand... I am not Blaise Zabini, I go by Blaise because I prefer it and the Dark side did not know me by it. My true name is Niko Blaise Merricini, my mother's maiden name was Zabini, I used it to hide from a world that I was forced to belong to only to protect a baby sister that could never know me."
"You-You are Hermione's Brother..."
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A sob broke through the silence of the forest, a mist covered the ground that wasn't her own, and her eyes were puffy from crying too long. Hermione whole body ached with the pain of too much loss and heartache in one day. She had curled up in a ball on the forest floor, the rain had soak her to the bone and yet she was more chilled naturally than the rain was on any other's skin. eyes that shown with misery as they focused on nothing, just staring of into the distance, unsure of what to believe or who to trust. Where was her mate, the one she loved, and yet in her mind she saw herself being pushed against the wall in his mind's eye, but it wasn't her. Somewhere she knew he knew it wasn't her either. That fuzzy feeling though, what had it been? What had been blocking her from his mind?
Thoughts flew through her mind just trying to understand. Thinking and understanding things that most couldn't understand or were very complicated were her primary skills that she had to offer to the Order, that and her amazing abilities as a healer and possibly at times a fighter, but at heart she was no fighter. Draco, that was her warrior, her lover, her everything, he was as smart as her, as skilled as her, and as stubborn. There were so many things they had in common that the wizarding population would be shocked speechless if they had been revealed and yet it was the subtle things that differed in them that brought them even closer. Nothing had ever pushed them apart except his past love affairs, she hated that she was so self-conscious but she had a hard time letting him be alone with a past lover, and he had many. Hermione had nothing to offer in the ways of experience in that area and he had taught her so well, and still he had no problem leaving her with only Ron, but maybe it was her fear of betrayal or rejection that would cause such a thing. It was then she resolved to try to understand, but part of her never wanted to speak to him again.
The mission, she would have to put this aside for the mission, but then again as mates in a school that understood what they were then why should she put these feelings aside. it wasn't like males would be all over her, Draco had made sure that his claim was noticeable, even slightly to humans, the claim was filled with ancient magic, the mark she had noticed, appeared on the back of her neck. Just a sparkling silver dragon, an Ouroboros of sorts, that was close to that of the Malfoy crest, and she had caught sight of his own, just as he had left it had sparkled in the firelight, exactly as hers was. Its curved around into a perfect circle as if the Dragon ate its tail, it was perhaps a special Ouroboros, she would have to look up its significance sometime to understand it fully.
A streak of pain then went through her as she saw the rouge wolf at her heel, she kicked at it, trying to shoo it away, it had already bit her once. Her skin was tough though, it would take more than that to harm her. Then the wolf transformed before her eyes, there kneeling at her feet was Walden Macnair, "So you are an immortal after all?" His eyes wee dark, but shined like a wolf's, the ability to see in the dark apparent. "Dolohov and Bellatrix had hoped to stop you... Must have not done their job... Oh wait that's right, they were stopped so that they could kill off those pathetic little muggles that you had called parents." He laughed as he stood to his feet above her, "You know there' something special about you... They all really want you... You are being protected again though, so you won't worry about being captured... No, but maybe I should kill you."
"If I'm being protected then wouldn't you get in trouble for killing me?" Hermione tried to reason with him as she espied her wand laying about five feet to her left, if she could only keep him distracted long enough that she could get to it.
The man pulled out his wand and trained it right under her chin as she sat up in her elbows, "Maybe, or maybe I'll just say I didn't know it it was you they were looking for or protecting... Just sit where you are dearie, I see where you're looking and you better just forget those ideas of bravery you little Gryffindors are always entertaining, because you aren't going to get a chance to go for it like you want. I know I can't do much to you physically to kill you barring fire or beheading, but I can use magic, not even a Vampire can be impervious to magic. If I rough you all up maybe we can even bribe that mate of yours back over to our side, we all know he'd do anything for you." The man shoved the wand's tip more firmly against the column of her throat and leaned down to look her in the eyes.
"I don't really need my wand..." a feral smile spread across her innocent face, she let the feeling of the Ether roll across her skin, as the air cooled and there was even more mist dampening the air around them and the sun's rays were covered by more clouds that drenched the Earth with rain. Hermione trusted in the Ether to help her, opening her eyes, the golden hue was so bright it seemed as if the sun itself had taken residence in them, "I am immortal... but I have a family of great power... I don't need my wand to deal with you... Do you know why they want me? I could show you..."
Macnair scoffed at her and a curse wracked her body, crustacius flowed through her and she knew it was sent straight across her bond, 'DRACO!' She cried, even though she wanted to hate him at the moment she needed him. "Then show me... show me... what can the Malfoy mudblood slut do?" His hatred of her increased the power of the curse, and his smug face was burned into her mind. A burst of light suddenly shot out of her and pushed him back and broke the curse he was inflicting her with. Trying to stand she pushed herself to her knees, and the man looked at her with wide eyes. "Sectumsempra!" Hermione saw the cuts appear across her skin and quickly heal, apparently the man had forgotten her strengths in his slight bout of fear, she could only hope it continued, but she thought to soon, "Fiendfyre!" The man watched in a sick fascination as the fire moved on its own as he controlled it to attack her, and Hermione's screams could possibly be heard all across the forest and perhaps even in the grand castle that was Hogwarts.
She pushed herself to move away, and then the man pulled the fire back, "Not going to let it kill me? I thought that is what you wanted."
The man snubbed her as his nose rose in the air, "Not now.. I see what you are... You are like him, the one that protects you... If I have you... Control you..." he gears of his mind seemed to be turning with the possibilities of what he could use her to do, but she had no intention of ever allowing him to do so. Slowly she moved towards her own wand, her wandless magic was strong but at the moment her mind was scattered, much to the affect of the Crustacius, and she needed the wand to help her focus her spells. "Impedimenta!" The ground suddenly seemed to jump out at her but what she knew was that it had thrown her clear across the clearing. Pushing herself up again, she kept her eyes trained on her attacker, and hoped that her wandless magic would at best make him edgy or perhaps using inexact spells was in order.
Suddenly ropes flew out of nowhere at her opponent and the man rolled across the forest floor to dodge them and she knew her mind was far to jumbled. He glared at her and fire shot out at her, "So you can perform non-verbal magic as well... wandless even I'm sure." Her arm caught a snippet of that last flame and she had to turn her back on him to escape from the flames that had caught on the fauna around them. Honestly she had never been more stupid in her life, this was not one of her best battles and convinced her of the fact that was indeed definitely not a fighter and best left to her husband. A shot of pain filled her heart at the thought of him and distracted her long enough it seemed for him to gain the upper hand again as her feet froze beneath her and she was only a couple feet from her wand.
"Crucio..." the voice of the man was filled even more with the abhorrence he felt towards her and possibly would have killed her.
A crunch of leaves barely alerted her foe as she writhed on the ground, "Expelliarmus!" That voice was so familiar, and her eyes caught a flash of blonde as she saw him, so he had come for her after all. His body seemed to be pained as he moved and she realized that her pain had been transferred into him, as she had been wracked with it so had he. "Avada Kedavra..." The green light lit the area yet the pop came just before he had uttered the last syllable and Macnair was gone from the clearing. "Damn rain." It was then she realized that her mate had slipped in the mud as he had spoke the spell and he had fallen to the ground, even if the Death Eater had been there, the curse would have missed him by a mile.
A laugh bubble from her throat at the same time that tears and pain and sorrow thickened her voice and poured from her eyes. Only her Draco could be like this in a time where she had been attacked almost killed, and he had suffered it all with her. All he could do was cuss about the weather that had foiled his attempt to do away with the one who had tried to take the life from not only his love but himself. Yet she knew, deep down she knew, that that was how he dealt with these types of events, that was what made him a great leader, and that was something that made her love him, even when she wanted nothing more than to hate him.
"My love... my mate... 'Mione..." As he bent over her, she knew the drops that fell on her face was not rain, but his tears. This was her Draco, but how could he come to her now?
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Twilight watched from the tree with Pansy. Nothing had filled them with more fear than when he had fallen back to his knees screaming his mate's name. Over and over until his voice had fled him for a moment and it seemed the vessels in his temples would burst. The pain that he had pushed himself through stumbling across the grounds as he followed the pull of their bond.
Her heart felt their hurt, and she knew a hurt of her own.
"Will I ever know such pain and love?"
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Amata Mercy
Please let me know what you would want form me.
Blaise and Luna in the Dark Lord's castle? How will Hermione deal with Draco? Twilight must deal, but how will she cope? Ron and Pansy? Harry? So many questions and how will they be answered.