Ello, poppets! (Yes, I am both obsessed with Pirates of the Caribbean and Rebel Angels). Would you like me to cut the chitchat and write the story? Well, that t'ain't too nice of y'all now is it? Ok, ok….. here we go…. – I'm so excited, can hardly contain myself-
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She looked around her and realized she was alone. Gathering her emotions, she ran for the forest.
The sharp stones further cut her feet as she dodged through the trees. She ran constantly, not stopping until she reached water. She looked at it and realized she couldn't swim across it. Good god, it was a moat! Rather, it seemed to be a moat.
She could never leave this place. She was its prisoner. She studied the water for a moment and realized her only option- she would have to try and swim across. As daunting as the thought was, it was her only option.
Gathering up her skirt, she plunged headlong into the icy water. As soon as she hit the water, she realized that this was her second foolish idea of the night. The current caught her and pulled her under and toward the middle of the lake, claiming her as its next sacrifice.
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Draco walked back to Hermiones room and stood in the doorway. Moments later, he realized there was no body under the blankets.
He strode to the bed and whipped the bedclothes off the bed. Nothing.
He felt a breeze caress his cheek and narrowed his eyes. He strode to the balcony and wrinkled his nose. Her scent was vivid in the night. Her blood clung to the rose bushes and he knew she had jumped. But it had not killed her.
Smiling slightly, he followed her example and threw himself off the balcony. The only difference of their jumping was the fact that he could do so easily without harming himself… or the bushes.
He landed lightly on his feet and leapt after her scent into the woods.
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She had no breath left. She was going to die. Calmly, she accepted her fate and let back her head to expel the last of her life. She closed her eyes.
Someone grasped her around her waist and pulled her upwards, towards the air. She struggled within their grasp. She was finally at peace, who was disturbing her?
Her brow smoothed as the darkness in her mind enveloped her.
A sharp slap brought her unceremoniously back to life. She was lying on the shore and the face of Draco Malfoy hovered over her, one eyebrow raised.
She glared at him.
He watched her, watched her chest heaving with anger, saw the crimson streaks that lay on her white skin. He looked into her eyes, saw her lips.
She looked at him, at his soaked body.
He leant over her, and pressed his cold lips against her scarlet ones. To her surprise, she kissed him back with passion. His mouth found her neck and he heard her gasp. He ignored her and tasted the salt of the water as he kissed her. He found her mouth with his and continued. Her arms locked around him as she shivered.
He pushed himself off her and saw that her lips were slowly turning blue, that her eyes were glazing over. He gathered her little body in his arms, and leapt once more, back towards the palace.
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A/N… so? Like, no like?