Hi everyone,
I realize this is a short chapter but i felt this was where i should end it. Glad i could submit two chapters in one day! (Even if i submitted this chapter at like midnight.) :D
Hope you enjoy it,
SlytherinDream98
I'm tired. Too tired to move on. Too tired to continue. The questions still ring in my head, haunting me day and night. I didn't deserve to live. At least, I'm sick of living. People complain about how hell must be terrible, with hatred and burning fires and all the worst stuff in the world… Isn't this world the same? No. It's worse. There's pain unimaginable here, pain we experience nowhere, except for here.
I saw twinkling blue eyes. They turned into two crescent moons, so similar yet so different: one was as red as a blood red rose, and the other was the palest indigo. The two moons started to move, circling each other, never taking a step forward. They spun faster and faster, creating a circle of storming grey, the stars sucked into it, painted a dazzling blue. And then, they were his eyes. They burned with a passion as they pierced right through my mind, the word coursing through my body like a deadly poison.
Die.
I gasped, sitting up and taking deep breaths. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and I pushed them off the side of the bed and stood up. The dream had seemed so real. What was going on? I got up and washed off the sweat from my face. I padded over to the window and sat down, leaning my forehead on the cool glass. Breath in. Breath out.
I racked my brain for any memories, any logical theories as to how I had survived the killing curse. I had just realized that if I had to tell anyone, it would be Dumbledore. He had helped Harry through something like this-
I froze. Harry. He had survived the killing curse by You-Know-Who, but that was because Harry's mother had given up her life and love for her son. No one was there to sacrifice their life for me. Unless, I had survived some other way? But how was that even possible? My head hurt and I put my hands to my temples, rubbing soft circles to relieve the pain.
Liar.
A chill ran up my spine. My head was pounding, making me feel dizzier than ever. The word echoed in my brain, taunting me. "Who's there?" I whispered in my mind. My stomach rolled and my head everything went blank.
Draco Malfoy was, to put simply, furious. With everything. He hated how the world was so unfair and cruel. He pulled down the sleeve of his night robe to cover his… "leash" to the dark lord. He had come down to the lake in attempt to calm his mind. But of course, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
When he had first seen her again, at the lake in the woods, he could not believe his eyes. She was supposed to be dead, away from this world, all happy and safe and free. It was the best for him, for her, for the both of them. A light breeze sent his hair billowing wildly, but he ignored it. He could imagine her here right now, her wild locks of brown dancing in the wind, her brown eyes shining with mirth, and her mouth tilted upward in an endearing smile meant just for him. He frowned. That smile would never be flashed towards him again after what he'd done. But he didn't regret it. It was, after all, for the well being of-
The snap of a twig made Draco turn his head around. Blood rushed to his face as she stood before him, her face expressionless. Until she saw him. "Draco." She purred. A small smirk had appeared on her face.
Draco gulped, getting ready to stand up and leave her. But she was faster, grabbing his wrist. "Oh, come now, don't leave me here all alone, Draco." The way his name rolled out of her mouth sent chills down his back. "Don't leave me by myself again."
"Hermione. Let go." He tore his hand out of her grasp, but he didn't make another move. He felt her fingers trail over his shoulders, down his arms and to his hand. "If that's the way you want it." Draco turned his head slightly to peer at her from the corner of his eyes. Hermione's eyes glittered with mischief. ' Something's wrong.' Draco thought, 'This isn't the Hermione I know.' "Hermione. Things have ended for us. We agreed this was the best way…" He trailed off.
A sparkle of white flashed before him and Draco leaped away from Hermione. His eyes were wild, his heart pounding the fastest he'd ever heard it beat, even when he was with the girl before him. Hermione Granger, the sweetest Gryffindor girl in the history of Hogwarts, was holding a silver scythe. It gleamed under the moonlight, laughing at him as if conveying the same thoughts that ran through his mind: You won't survive this. "Hermione, what are you doing?" He shouted. There was no reply, not unless you counted Hermione pouncing up and swinging the scythe around. Draco jumped back, narrowly dodging the weapon and panting with fear. The blade caught his shirt and he winced in pain as the blood oozed from his shoulder.
"You're a weakling, you know that?" Hermione leered at him, aiming the weapon at his neck but missing, "You always were!"
I'm getting my revenge. Draco felt himself freeze as he saw the scythe fly towards him, but he could not move. Her smirk was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.