Sunday, May 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 2 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 2
In the ruins of a life that she once had, Hermione herself had said the two magical words that had taken both the life of Harry and that of Ron. She’d grown quite accustomed to it. To survive in Voldemort’s world one had to be just as ruthless, cunning and brilliantly intelligent and the new Hermione Granger was all of those things and at the same time none of them. She felt ashamed for cowering as she had only moments ago when faced with the prospect of danger. She hated how she didn’t know who she was anymore or what she was doing. She was unpredictable to even herself, whether she would jump into battle or hide in fear even she didn’t know.
She had good reason to be afraid, anyone would tell her that. She could be afraid if she wanted, but she didn’t want to be. Voldemort had said that she was nothing, made brave by the mere presence of Harry Potter. She had to prove him wrong. She had to know that she didn’t need Harry and Ron to feel like she could survive. She already had gone down that road, but already Voldemort was wrong. She was alive now and had been evading capture for four years, which meant something. It meant that she didn’t need Harry and Ron to hold her hand because she could do it alone. She didn’t need anyone because there was no one left to need.
It was stupid of her to lose focus. She should have been paying more attention, but she was so engulfed in her own misery she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her. They kept pace with her own, so well that she didn’t even realize that they weren’t the sounds of her own feet on the cobblestones. She didn’t realize there was anyone there until a cold hand was at her throat, pinning her against the wall. Her hood fell back, revealing her face and long mane of unkempt brown hair.
Hermione clawed at pale wrists, leaving red marks on chilled skin as she heard her wand slip from her pocket and clatter on the ground. She gasped for air, feeling the wet brick of the wall through her cloak. All she could see was a pair of light blue eyes, glaring at her as her surroundings began to blur. A hood hid her attacker’s face from view, but those eyes-penetrating and cool- were beautiful and terrifying, so much that if she saw his face she wasn't sure exactly how mixed her feelings would be. Then he released her and she slid to the ground, coughing and sputtering.
Hermione looked up and the eyes were gone, replaced by the beautiful face of the same girl she had seen only moments ago, her emerald pendant still glowing in the darkness. The girl’s eyes were green and Hermione knew it wasn’t her who had just been within inches of her. She looked behind the girl, seeing a cloaked figure walking briskly down the street. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us,” the girl said coolly. She held Hermione’s wand in her hand. It looked out of place in her hand, too plain against the backdrop of her smooth skin and numerous silver rings on her fingers.
What could Hermione possibly say? No? They were taking her to Voldemort and once she was in his line of sight for the first time in four years, he would kill her. The girl gripped Hermione’s wrist tightly and forcefully pulled up the hood on her own cloak before pulling Hermione’s up as well. “Stay quiet,” the girl hissed, pulling her along after the blue-eyed man.
# posted by Sek Koon @ 7:06 AM 
