Left Behind 3: Curses

Aftermath

Hello lovely humans. I still have a ton of stuff going on, but I am happy to be able to get out this chapter for you today. Please enjoy. Next week is kind of crazy. I will try for at least one update hopefully two. Thanks in advance for your patience and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

We have a few little loose ends that need to be tied up and then our lovely hero and his heroine can be together at last.

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She was there.

Dressed in all white again with an invisible breeze fluttering around her.

A little white thread blinked between them connecting where their arms had touched one another during the binding spell.  Draco was happy for those little marks on his arm now because they were a reminder of her and what they had shared and that she would always be a part of him.

While awake he had seen her across the room laying on the dirt looking at him after his declaration to Ron that he belonged to her. 

He was hers.

She had looked at him with gentle eyes.

He had thought he was loosing it.

Maybe I'm loosing it, Draco thought quietly.

Yet he knew this was a dream.

He knew this wasn't real.

A part of him wanted to fight to hold on to reality...but if that meant pushing her image away he couldn't bring himself to do it.

At least here, while he was asleep he could see her and not worry about what was real and what wasn't. 

In the end, it didn't really matter as long as he got to keep a piece of her.

She looked so worried, the little line of silvery white light between then flickered and then she was rushing over to him. With a strange expression on her face, one that Draco wasn't sure about.

She threw her arms around him.

He could feel the concern emanating from her.

"I'm fine," he answered, not wanting her to worry even here. "You saved me."

Hermione stooped down and freed Draco's hands from their bonds.

He rubbed his wrists absently. The pain in his wrists was gone.

The pain in his heart....ached.

He looked at her, silent and beautiful, and wished she were real.

Would she keep coming to him like this?

Would she haunt his dreams forever?

Gods he hoped so.

"Kiss me," Draco begged quietly. "Make the pain go away."

A flicker of something strange across her face.

A moment of hesitation and then she gently pressed her lips to his.

Draco wrapped his arms around her.

He could almost feel her there.

"I love you," he whispered. "More than anything."

She began fading from his arms.

"Stay," he pleaded.

"Draco..." her voice sounded strange.

"Please."

She slipped through his fingers.

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