Fallen Dynasty (Dramione)

Twenty-One - The Switching of Sides

Ubi amor, ibi dolor.

Where there is love, there is pain.

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"Reaper is loyal to Hermione," Blaise suddenly spoke, taking a long drag off of his cigarette as they turned to look at him. He exhales slowly and his eyes meet hers. "Everyone he's killed. Everything he's done. It's always been for Hermione. To get back to her."

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Hermione felt her heart leap into a full blown sprint at Blaise's words as a punch in her gut hit simultaneously. She felt nauseous with grief and heartache as well as crippling amounts of love to the man she devoted her life to.

Her Draco was in there, hidden deep inside the depths of his mind, fighting to come out.

It lit her soul on fire and terrified her at the same time. The repercussions of him being caught were something she didn't want even her worse enemy to face.

"I don't know if I can do this, Hermione," Neville said stiffly, seeming more uncomfortable by the second and breaking her out of her stupor.

Hermione sighed, unfolding her arms and laying them by her sides. "I know this is hard to understand—"

Neville guffawed in disbelief.

"Hard to understand?" He laughed without humor. "This is treason! What you are asking me to do is treason!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I'm not asking you to do anything, Neville. I'm just explaining to you what is happening and not what Harry has been force feeding you. I'm giving you the truth."

"Oh. You don't want my help? You mean to tell me you don't want me on your side?" He sounded even more offended than before and Hermione heard Blaise sigh heavily a few feet away.

He was rubbing the headache away from between his brows with the ring finger on his right hand, his cigarette burning between his middle and index. Ash fluttered to the ground with his movement before he took another long, hard draw, embers flickering a bright orange.

"You Gryffindors have always been something else."

"That same can be said for you Slytherins. Or better yet, Death Eaters." Neville spat the word with a much ferocity as he could manage, fury filling his features.

Blaise simpered at how riled up Neville got, a sly grin curling up his cheeks. "My, my, still a sensitive one, huh, Longbottom? You haven't changed much at all. I wonder, what else still gets under your skin? Say... how is good ole' mom and—"

"Zabini." Hermione's voice cut the tension in the air like a knife.

Blaise's steely gaze slowly cut over to hers and when they made eye contact, Hermione could see the manic waves crashing against the walls of his mind. She realized then he was just as unstable as Theo. He was just better at hiding it until he couldn't anymore.

"My apologies," He grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "Sometimes, I get a little... carried away."

"You can say that again." Neville hissed, making Blaise turn his attention towards him again.