Ascension by FlameWolf3182
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The Hungry Darkness
Those were the nights that scared me. Wanting to feel the pressure, needing to have the constraints to be able to sleep is a horrible thing. Especially since those were the nights that I thought about Draco. I wished that the weight on me was him. The tight sheets were his protective arms. The heat was from his body.
Of Men and Monsters
My breaths came in painful gasps, but I could hide that. Sharp nails dug into my heart and made me want to cry, but I could hide that also. My world felt like it was in slow motion when I crossed his path. I couldn’t seem to move quickly enough and get away from his site. His voice fell above all the others and the nails tightened. I gasped as my limbs tingled and my arms went numb. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I was having an anxiety attack. The problem with anxiety is that you know what it is, but you just can’t do anything about it.
It took an entire summer of absolute torture to get her out of his mind. He just about resented her now. But, as he absorbed the fragile lines of her body, he fell for her again. All he wanted was to stretch out his hand and save her. I could be the one to save her. Too bad I can’t. Draco slammed his fist down on the table and growled under his breath. I worked too hard to rid her from myself. I won’t go down that path again.
“Please, don’t do this Hermione. You need someone right now. It’s so damned obvious that I’m surprised no Gryffindor has picked up on it yet.” Draco said. He wanted to sweep her up from her covers and hold her tightly. The urge nearly won his body over, but then she finally looked up at him.
“Then why are you torturing yourself? Life isn’t always perfect! You of all people should know that first hand. So why are you letting the bad get to you and break you down?” Draco shouted shaking her again. He watched as her eyes fell away from his. He released her like she was a hot iron and took a step away. “You’ve made a horrid mess of yourself, Granger.” Draco spat at her.
All his memories of kissing her and the beautiful smile she would have when he pulled away flew around in his mind. Maybe if I kissed her one last time she would know I care and I could help her. Before the thought passed through his mind, he was already pulling her into his chest. He tightened his fingers around her hair and watched as her eyes shimmered in the fire light.
All that time, all that pain, and for nothing. I was past him and then he has to go and kiss me! There was nothing left in me that he could take, and yet somehow he is able to pull me back in. I want to feel normal again. She poured out six more pills and agonizingly swallowed them dry. The bottle clattered onto the vanity and pills spilled out everywhere.
Second Hand Attraction
“You’re driving me mad, Granger.” Draco said to her back as she walked from him. She shook her head and bit her lip against any retaliation. Maybe I’ll drive him to my level before the end of the year. She thought vengefully, but frowned at the thought of Draco being in such a position. If anything, she hoped he never felt such pain and chaos in his own body. That want for his happiness loosened the lock over her lips.
The warmth of the common room did nothing for the cold lack of comfort in her body. Her mind screamed at her to be logical and sane, but her heart thumped painfully as a reminder of her unjustified anger. Somehow she was able to be angry with Ron for what he said, and be angry with herself for being so unforgiving. But there was nothing she could do. It’s more fuel on the fire at this point, there is nothing I can do. I’ll always be angry. Always sad, and angry.
It was fear that bound her now. Those hours spent alone in bed with him the past few weeks gave her back a taste of life, and with it came a fear of losing it again. Inevitability was what she faced. She crossed the threshold into the Great Hall and chatter filled her already jumbled mind. Her eyes were sewed to her feet as they shuffled along until another pair stopped in front of her. Old, handed down, tattered black shoes led to slightly faded black pants.
There was only one person that Hermione needed to see. There was no want in her decision, only sheer necessity as her feet pounded down the corridors. She didn’t need thoughts or memory, the walk to the Gryffindor Tower was purely mechanical after six full years of living there. He isn’t going to care, I don’t know why I’m doing this. She sighed and looked up at the Fat Lady.
Never Stray Far
“What’s going on?” Lavender asked realizing there had to be something wrong. Draco Malfoy would never seek out Harry or Ron willingly unless something disastrous happened. “It’s Hermione.” She suddenly said feeling her heart drop. Before Draco could answer, he was on his back with Ron huffing above him.
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