Draco lays dying from a curse Ron cast, while Hermione remains captive in his parents manor. Nothing was ever supposed to end up this way, but now that they are here there is only one question that remains:
Can love conquer all?
The third and final...
Thanks everyone for the patience. Here is your update-Its just a short one but next week has a lot of long and intense chapters.
I hope you enjoy.
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Hermione was wrapped and tangled in the darkness.
There was no light with her, only dark...only black.
She could feel the darkness was trying to consume her.
It wanted to destroy every bit of her on the most basic of levels until there was nothing left.
The darkness pulsed with a cold shiver constricting and writhing in and out of her in a nauseating rhythm.
She felt as if she had been battling forever.
Time was loosing meaning... reality seemed to keep on going in an endless tunnel of black and cold.
Was this her new eternity?
How could she keep going on?
It will be better if you just let go, some dark part of her mind whispered.
You can finally be at peace, relax...let go. The voice crooned gently in her ear.
The idea of letting go and just relaxing was so seductive. For a moment Hermione entertained the thought as she did she felt the darkness swell triumphantly.
No, she fought back.
She needed to keep going on, for her family, for her friends... for Draco...
An image of her captor-turned-savior began to form in her mind looking at her with that intense gaze that said so much more than words could.
Hermione focused on him and suddenly the dark didn't feel as cold.
His eyes, those beautiful intense eyes, were looking only at her... pleading with her for something...
He wants you to live, the lighter voice in her head said.
Hermione closed her eyes to see him better.
In her mind she painted him head to toe, remembering every detail from the silk of his hair to the elegance of his hands. She envisioned every inch of him that she could and then she paused at the memory of his arm and image of the dark Mark branded there.
Little pieces of thoughts began to form and click together past the pain, past the cold, past the darkness.
The curse fed from the dark mark...
Hermione felt a surge of renewed strength in her soul. the Darkness seemed to sense it and tried to squeeze her tighter.
You won't win, she told it fighting back.
You have nothing to feed off of now, she felt triumphant- almost giddy with the sure knowledge that she could win for one simple reason:
The curse had fed off of the power of the dark mark. It had used the mark to grow stronger to keep its hold on Draco.
Hermione didn't have a dark mark.
She had never been nor would she ever be a deatheater.
Hermione smiled inwardly and bit down with everything she could. This time her teeth went through the thick vine of darkness in her mouth. She gurgled in pain as the acid burned her mouth, and yet the pain somehow seemed secondary to the small victory.
The Darkness hissed as she spat it out.
In the pitch she raised her head with purpose and spoke calmly and defiantly to her enemy and said:
"I will beat you."
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Also....ANOUNCEMENT: I am officially working on doing an original universe version of this story. AKA taking all the original work from this story and plopping it in a new original universe of my creation with new original characters.
A lot will be the same...but a lot will be different. First of all it will be set amid a war between the Dragon blooded and the Phoenix born.
If you like how I write Draco in this...you're going to love our new broken hero: Cadimus.
And here...are his two faces on my first working cover.
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