Close Enemies || A Dramione Love Story

Chapter 19 ~ "I Love Her,"

I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
A little one, I don't want to admit to something
If all it's gonna cause is pain
Truth in my lies right now are falling like the rain
So let the river run 

                                                                                                    - River - Eminem ft Ed Sheeran​​​​​

My eyes snapped open and I found myself squinting up at a single ray of sunlight peering through what appeared to be a small window in the midst of a small cellar like room. Out of instinct, I plunged my hand into my back pocket only to be surprised by an empty pouch.

My stomach dropped.

My wand wasn't with me. Suddenly, I recalled the events of today. 

Or was it today? For all I knew, I could have been wasting in this cellar for fifty or sixty years.

I stood up, exploring where I had been before I remembered the cool pair of eyes looking into mine on the train. Draco? 

Had he really been messing with me all this time? Had he really made me fall head over heels with him, all so he could torture me? 

I wiped a year from my left cheek before trying hard to escape from the cellar without magic. I pounded at the walls with my fist, kicking and punching every single brick until my feet were bruised and my lungs were burning. 

After at least fifteen minutes of this notion, I slumped down onto a wall, burying my hands into my hands and letting all of kept feelings spew out of my eyes like the River Nile.

I sobbed into my hands, thinking about all of my good memories with Draco and how they had changed me entirely. And how all those memories were currently getting tarnished by a single thought: Draco Malfoy had sold me out to the death eaters. 

After moments of crying so hard my head throbbed and I had completely stopped trying to stem the flow of snot trickling out of my nose, I heard someone say my surname. I knew that voice. I would recognise that voice anywhere.

That smooth voice like melted chocolate, that beautiful sound, like a waterfall gushing into a stretch of water. 

Except it didn't sound like I had remembered. It was cracked and hoarse.

"Her - Granger. My father - my father wants a word,".

I looked up into the most stunning, piercing pair of misty grey eyes avoiding my own. I watched  him with the most menacing look on my face, before spitting out all the saliva that had been building up in my mouth onto him, with venom.

I looked at him closely, noticing his porcelain pale skin had a slightly grey tinge to it and his gaunt cheeks made him look like he hadn't eaten in years. How had I never noticed it before?

"I fucking hate you," I whispered, standing up "All this time - you made me think you cared. And you were just... Playing with me," 

He looked at me into my eyes, his face expressionless. 

"I hate you," I spat before storming out of the dungeon. He gripped my arm as I brushed past him violently, his touch still sending sparks up my body.

After he decieved me? 

I still felt sparks after he bloody decieved me?

He lead me to a grand room, where his parents were sat on magnificent looking chairs, surrounded by other death eaters, I recognised as being Alecto Carrow, Bellatrix Lestrange, two men that highly resembled rocks and a beautiful woman who looked oddly familiar.