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A Bloody Hell of a Year
Ron, Harry and Ginny watched in horror as Hermione ran out of the room in tears. Ginny looked at Harry in shock. She got up from the table and ran after Hermione. “What the bloody hell did we say?” Ron inquired to Harry, who shot after Ginny. He sighed and joined in the chase. Harry was right. This is going to be a bloody hell of a year!
An explosion a day keeps the boredom away!
More than friends
When there's nothing but darkness
Crashing, vanishing and passing notes
Pansy's put down
Nothing could go wrong...
I love you more and that's final!
The love between a Slytherin Sex God & a Gryffindor Book Worm
Sitting in syrup
“I think I know something about Draco. Something about who he fancies,” he said in a lowered voice. “Me, of course. Tell me something I don’t know,” Pansy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Okay. It’s not you, it’s someone else...”
'Till death do us part
“I know… I know what it’s like,” Hermione said, tears rolling down her pink cheeks. She lightly kissed the back of Draco’s head. She loosened her grip around Draco and turned him around, silver eyes meeting hazel, both glistening and drowning in tears...
“Thank you. Draco, I just wanted to – “ The door swung open with great force and someone in extreme rage stepped in. “This is it, Granger! This is it!” It screamed, “Avada Kedavra!”...
Why would I want to date a fish?
The sharp scream echoed in his head, the green spark of light blinding. He felt a deep pain in his chest, as if a dagger were being plunged into it. He felt himself shaking uncontrollably. There was an echoing voice repeating his name. He could feel the hot breath on his ear, tickling it in the slightest...
Bloodstained roses and promises
“Lumos!” A bluish light came from the end of Hermione’s wand and lit a portion of the large room. As she nervously moved around the room, everything seemed normal – until she reached the end of the room. Scattered on the floor, were pieces of a broken vase and white roses next to two limp, pale bodies...
Hermione lifted her head from the snow and glanced at the flower. The rose still clutched tightly, she loosened her grip and opened her hand. Her palm was dripping of blood, onto the clean, white snow. Hermione again ignored the pain and clutched the rose tighter, lifting herself and urging herself to run forward, towards the lake. Drown away the pain.
I couldn't save you
“How do I stop him?” “Hermione,” Xenon put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder with a look of sadness on his face, “I don’t know if that’s possible. He could be as powerful as Lord Voldemort was, or even more powerful. Since the years the Dark Lord has disappeared for, they could have formed an alliance. They could have become one. Or it could have been just the opposite. He could have killed the Dark Lord himself. He may very well be that powerful...”
Though Draco didn’t want to go back into the castle and let the haunting images of Blaise return to his mind, he knew that he had to save Hermione. What was done was done. Blaise Zabini, one of Draco’s best mates, was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. As he looked back at the stone castle of Hogwarts with teary eyes, he knew he was making the right decision.
For every truth, comes a thousand lies.
He ignored the icy wind blasting in his face and continued walking with the object held firmly in his hand. I have nothing left to live for, he told himself. There is only one thing, and I can’t help her. I can’t even help myself. This will be the end...
The Death of Draco?
“T-tell her… Hermione th-that I’m… s-sorry I n-never said g-goodbye… T-tell her th-that I’m s-sorry I couldn’t… s-save her f-from…” Draco turned his face from Ron and closed his eyes. He took his last breath and made the knife tear past his skin and plunge deep into his chest, blood gurgling from the sides. "What have you done?" Ron cried as Draco's body fell limply to the ground...
(Warning: This chapter is quite a bit slashy!) “No,” Ron whispered and took Harry’s gold and scarlet tie, pulling him back. He took off Harry’s circular glasses and set them on a small table by the doorway. Ron turned Harry and put him against the wall and began to kiss him again. He didn’t know how or why he was suddenly attracted to Harry, but his body against Harry’s was heating him up...
Oh yes, there will be blood.
He turned to his window and gazed up at the silver moon. His dark and mysterious eyes seemed to call out to the wind as a small, black bat fluttered toward the open window and clung to the man’s arm with its feet, hanging upside down. The man took a finger and tickled the bat’s belly. “Oh yes, my pet, there will be blood.”
A Kiss to Heal
Scott stared down at the jagged hole in his chest, took a deep breath and pushed his two fingers down the bloody tunnel. He heard a large gasp escape Draco’s mouth, but he kept pushing further. Scott stopped pushing when he felt Draco’s heart thump frantically from a room above the hole in which his fingers were. The knife had missed his heart by only the smallest of fractions. He pulled his fingers out of the hole and glanced at them. His eyes were wide and shocked to what he saw...
Only a whisper
“I’m not here to chat, sweetheart,” he said and leaned forward to cup Ginny’s chin in his hand. “I’m here, my dear, to kill you.” Ginny abruptly pulled away from his cold touch and stared at him with frightened eyes. She opened and closed her mouth many times, unable to find her voice. She broke his gaze and glanced at the floor, noticing that there was a trail of a red substance from where he had been walking. She squinted and looked closer, realizing that it was blood...
Kiss of Poison
“P-p-please don’t h-hurt m...me…” Draco stopped once more. He knew that voice… whose voice was it? He didn’t hear it often, unless it was in some form of an insult - until only recently. He didn’t go after Hermione. He went after her. Destroy all obstacles…
Wandless, Hermione’s eyes stretched as Xavier began to charge towards her with his own wand pointing out. Letting out a shrill scream, she leaped out of the way as Xavier neared her, her feet tangling up in each other and causing her to fall to the cold stone floor. Her knees and palms ached as she tried to push herself back up, but Xavier, growling in rage, pushed his foot on her back and she collapsed to the floor. He dug the tip of his wand into the back of her neck and let out a small, half–hearted laugh. “Game over, Hermione.”
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