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Desire by InvictusxNocturne

Format: Novella
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 643
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 12/18/2006
Last Chapter: 07/08/2010
Last Updated: 07/08/2010

Within the furthest reaches of the heart lie those desires whose name one dares not speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passtions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very heights of ecstacy and depths of despair. Through the ages, the words of impassioned lovers have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. You'll find four restless hearts in the depths of this story. Four people who don't know what path to follow. Lust or desire?

Chapter 1: Return
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 “Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me – when memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs thought the blood, when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again.”
-- C.P. Cavafy (1863-1933)
Return; 1709 

She walked down the dimly lit corridor on the 3rd floor waiting for someone to make an appearance. It was an appearance she knew wouldn’t be happening for the connection that she had with the certain person had been cut loose. Things, she knew, would never be the same. It indeed was all going to change—and rapidly.

As she turned one of the many corners leading up to her destination, she swore she could hear footsteps behind her. Slowly, she stopped. She strained her ears and focused on the sounds around her. Her breath was visible and accelerating slightly with the adrenaline pumping vigorously through her veins. Even though the night was cool, she was perspiring around her hairline, a sign that she was either anxious or excited or perhaps a mixture of them both. Grasping her robe even more tightly around her body, she turned her head to look behind her searching the dark shadows.

No one was there.

Turning her head back towards her destination she continued to walk, a tone of urgency now apparent in her step.

“I think I’m just hearing things. That’s what it is. I’ve been absent from this place to long and have forgotten just how frightening the halls could be at this late hour.” Her mind concluded as she almost reached the door handle to the room; her beloved room. It was the only place she could seek sanctuary in.

A pair of hands grabbed her from behind pulling her into an alcove engulfed by darkness. The alcove used to house a suit of armor and two torches that were now forgotten with the time and which were removed for the fact that they weren’t maintained. This precise corridor was supposed to be forbidden to all students because of the state it was in. Anyone could wind up missing or worse.

The hand that covered her mouth was cold but slightly rough to the touch against her soft skin. The other hand was gripping onto her upper body, the arm in which it connected to, was wrapped around her chest. She could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest as though it would burst out in any second. Searching desperately in the dark, her arms and legs went rigid; her whole body went stock-still. A small light raised slightly above her head appeared and grew larger and brighter by the second revealing the face of a boy to whom the arms belonged to.

“You chose to return. I thought the night was what chased you away like a frightened rabbit.” He spoke inching his face close enough for her to be able to feel his hot breath against her own, his voice was low and drawn out and his eyes were watching her intently. “In how many ways; how many languages do I need to tell you this for you to get this through you’re bushy-haired brain! Understand this for Merlin’s sake! This is the last time this will ever happen; this is the last time I will allow this to happen. This isn’t a game anymore. This is a choice between life or death.”

They stood there watching each other. One stood there in frustration and the other stood there unwilling to concede to the other’s wishes. The boy tapped his wand and she felt her body relax as she gathered her words to respond to him. The boy being the one with faster reflexes abolished the sentences being formed on her lips with his own.