I awake in a darkened room, the only light is coming from a small window in the top corner. I search through all my pockets for my wand.
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I didn't know THAT was in there... No, not that.... Wait! No, just a pencil....
Damn it! It's not in here. That's it. I give up. I crawl over to the corner, where a dirty "blanket" made if old, flea ridden sacks covered a pile of damp, pungent straw. Faint scuttling to the left tells me that I'm not alone...
Rats.
[NOTE FROM AUTHOR: geddιт? cυz ιт'ѕ a raт, and raтѕ ιѕ alѕo an eхpreѕѕιon oғ dιѕappoιnтмenт or annoyance!😂]
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I curl up in a tight little ball, and huddle up to the cold, stone wall. All I can think about is Hermione. That beautiful thick hair, that smile, the way she would sigh as we kissed, her smell.. She always smelt of fresh parchment and fruit. I can't believe she left me. I love her. I love her.
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I hear footsteps, I open one eye slightly, it's too dark to see anything. Someone bangs on the door, I groan and crawl out of bed. I manage to feel my way to the door and shout for help. Nothing.
My foot touches something cold, I pick it up carefully. It's a metal tray, holding what I suppose is my food. It smells funny, but that's okay. I shuffle cautiously toward my straw "bed" and begin to eat. It's quite chewy...
I'm starting to feel a bit sleepy. I can't feel my body, I sink to the floor... As my eyes close I see a familiar pair of boots enter the cell. No, please no... Not again...
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The Different Side
FanfictionLove. It works in the strangest of ways. In a tale of forbidden love, betrayal, and heartbreak, things could not have been harder for Draco and Hermione, in this tale of a twisted love between pure blood and muggle born.
