Stan dropped me off in a darkened alleyway, I thought that there may have been a mistake. I turned to ask, but by that time the bus had already whisked around the corner in a purple flash. I sat against the wall hugging my knees to my chin, in the hope that someone would come across me to aid me with my search. I closed my eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
I awoke to the sound of a piano playing, it was a sad and gaunt piece. I opened my eyes, crusty with sleep, to see that I was inside a large room. The only furniture in this room was a large piano sitting in the centre. It was a beautiful grand piano, made of a dark, beautiful tangle wood. It had two candles burning in either side, and Ivory keys being played with such grace. A man had his back to me and was playing sadly. I sat, transfixed as I watched him play, letting the music wash over me, absorbing and moving with the flow. I leaned back on my arms, my eyes closing. I sighed. At once, the music stopped and the man turned to look at me. I gasped.
"Draco."
He stood there, looking blankly at me. He was wearing a fitted black suit, with a white ruffled shirt and a red bow tie. The sleeves of his suit and the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the place on his arm where the mark had been. A large, open wound was there, it was as if someone, or something had bitten into his arm, exposing the raw flesh underneath. Someone had cut out the mark. His back was covered in large wounds, his suit torn. It looked as if he's been whipped with a belt.
He gazed at me blankly, and for one terrifying moment I thought that he didn't recognise me. I thought they had done something to him. That I'd lost him. We stared at one another for what seemed like hours until I saw that same mischievous glint in his eye that I see every day. He smiled mockingly at me, and I sprinted up to him and held him close. He laughed,
"I had you there, didn't I mudblood?"
I was so relieved at hearing his voice that I didn't even hit him. I pulled him into a warm embrace, and kissed him passionately. His lips were as soft as velvet, everything about his kiss made me giggle like a little girl. The way he's nibble on my lip, and the way we'd breath in and out at the same time, like we were a never ending cycle of love. It was strange at first, as we had to stand in awkward positions due to Draco's injury, but after a while, we settled into each other and kissed. We kissed for what seemed like hours until a loud bang made us break apart. The door was wide open. A man stood in the doorway.
"I see princess has finally awoken..."
YOU ARE READING
The Different Side
أدب الهواةLove. 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.
