Vial of Black Ink - Wraith
Just to be clear: everyone is entitled to their own opinion on any and everyone's works (though, if you don't like a particular pairing or character you probably shouldn't be reading it in the first place; since you would be unlikely to enjoy it). Also, Lunar Embrace is on hold as the chapters refuse to be written. And badmouthing current stories I write with this pairing does not eradicate the word block for one that's currently being a pain-in-the-neck as it is.
She stepped down the passage, carrying a candle who's flame flickered over the stone, casting twisted shadows that followed her every step. Like little mischevious gnomes who's intentions did not stay restricted to the garden; but rather the whole manor. Specifically the sprawling tunnels beneath it, trailing after her, litte fingers snatching at the hem of her dress as she walked.
Just like one of those Goosebumps books she had read as a kid.
Hermione sighed softly as she stepped of the last step, turning to face one of the passages to spring backwards an instant later, back pressed to the dank stone, a hand hovering over her chest; to try and stop the frantic fluttering of her heart upon seeing a dark figure in her path. One that wasn't a part of the shadows that had been dancing around her just a moment before.
Before she dropped the candle and it went out instantly after falling into a shallow puddle.
She took in a quick breath, slowing her beating heart as she gazed at the dark outline in the pitch black passage. "You gave me such a fright! I thought you were a ghost!"
Her heart skipped a beat as he remained silent for a whole minute before speaking in turn, "Sorry."
Hermione bit at her lip before stepping forward, reaching out to grasp at one of his hands, fingers interlocking with his own. "Barty? Are you okay?"
His ragged breathing told her he wasn't, but she wanted to know why. What could have possibly have gone wrong for him to be like this. "Fine," he replied, pulling her forward into his arms and she could feel her clothes become damp, from something thicker than water, making the cloth stick to her skin. "Don't ever leave me."
You get a cookie if you can correctly guess where this scene takes place. Okay, it's a bloody cookie.
Prompt: 50. "You gave me such a fright! I thought you were a ghost!"