She would be my undoing. I just knew it. Those big brown eyes could get me to do anything. When I was with her my heart felt full and when she touched me I felt like I was on fire. I didn't understand why, but when we kissed there was always a surge of electricity running through my body.
I looked through my closet to see what I would wear to lunch. I glanced down at my arm and noticed my dark mark had faded even more. It had started fading the minute my mother had restrained me from helping Hermione at the manor. I decided to go with a plain, dark gray long sleeve shirt just because I knew Hermione wouldn't wear anything else. I changed quickly and glanced at the time. We still had another hour before needing to go down to the dungeons.
I walked out of the room and saw Hermione curled up on the sofa, fast asleep with a book in her hand. I smiled to myself and gently tucked a blanket around her.
About 20 minutes later she woke up, "Did I really fall asleep?" she asked, sleep still lingering on her face.
I nodded from my place on the other sofa and put my own book down, "Do you feel okay?" I asked, concerned.
"I am. I'm just so relaxed right now, that I think all my sleepless nights are catching up me finally. It's been a long time since I was relaxed enough to sleep. All the moving around during the war and sleeping in shifts will fuck up your sleeping schedule" she explained to me.
I nodded in understanding, "Trust me, I understand. When you have a psychotic killer and his cronies at your house, sleep is a luxury. You could hear the screams in any part of that house. I fucking hated being there. When the ministry arrested me and told me they would be sending me to the muggle world for some time before coming back here, at first I was worried since I'd never been there. But it was so quiet where I was. I never wanted to come back, and in that moment, if they'd asked me to give up my magic, and stay there, I would've stayed."
She looked at me with pity in her eyes, "You would've stayed in the muggle world?"
"Oh definitely. The only thing making it worth coming back is you. If I wouldn't have come back, we wouldn't be together, and I don't enjoy that idea" I told her, shrugging my shoulders.
I looked over at the time and saw we only 15 minutes until lunch with Pansy and the rest of the group, "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded and stood up stretching. I noticed her outfit and smiled. She had coincidentally worn the female version of my outfit. She had a dark gray, long sleeve shirt with dark skinny jeans. The only thing we had different was that she had on her lion necklace and I had on a silver snake with emerald eyes.
I reached for her hand and we began our walk to the dungeons. After almost 10 minutes of walking, we reached the door.
"Introibunt Serpentis Cubilia" I said to the door.
She looked amused, "Do you know what your password means?" she asked.
I shook my head, "It means 'never enter a serpent's den' and I'm sorry but just image me, a Gryffindor, ignoring the literal warning and entering your common room. When they see me in there, they're going to freak the fuck out" she explained, trying not to laugh.
I rolled my eyes at her and pulled her through the door. I heard her audibly gasp.
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I know we kinda see the Slytherin common room in one of the movies, but clearly this isn't cannon so i changed. This is how I personally picture it.
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FanfictionPost war, Hermione is back at Hogwarts and finds a way to cope. Draco has to step in and put a stop to it and they discover something life changing. TW for self harm & R*pe Will have smut eventually.