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I Hold You In Contempt
His disregard for the rules was causing her blood to boil and she would not put up with it a moment longer!
To My Beautiful Boy
She turned to leave when out of the corner of her eye she saw him, he was going to fall. Without thinking she ran in front of him, she staggered as the brunt of his weight hit her in the chest.
You Want My Dirty Blood
She knew she should stop talking. She had pushed him to far. Her head screamed at her to shut up but her heart willed her to carry on. She needed an outlet and he was it.
Draco examined the girl before him. She’s a mudblood. She’s dirt to you. You hate her. You hate everything about her.
Meet Me Tonight
“What are you doing to me. Why do I feel like this. What do you want from me? I cant help but hate you. And I’m scared, more scared than I have ever been. Because I’m not in control when it comes to you. You’re the one with the power, like you always have been."
To Love A Malfoy
Hermione sat on the bed, a box of tissues sat beside her, tear marks stained her face. She needed to cry, she didn’t need to talk, she didn’t want to listen, she just wanted to sit and cry, because she understood now, it all made sense. And there was nothing she could do. No magic could undo this, no amount of reading would help her find a solution to the problem of loving Draco Malfoy…
You're A Coward
And now here was Malfoy, clutching it to his chest. All the words she wrote about him through the years screamed into her ears. Words of hate, anger, contempt, desire, and most recently…words of love.
“After much consideration we have decided on a new Head boy to replace Draco Malfoy.” The hall began to buzz with whispers each asking the same question. Where was Malfoy? Harry asked Hermione the same question, she merely shrugged. Dumbledore continued and the hall once again fell silent. “We have decided the new Head boy shall be…"
Suddenly she understood. The sky had become darker, the air around them bitterly cold. A feeling of hopelessness overcame her and she began to shiver. “Harry.” Her voice shook and she ran closer to her friend. His eyes searched desperately for the foul creature.
“You have no right to tell me what to do, do you hear me! You left, you left for three months. Three months I’ve waited for you. Three months I’ve cried myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me, you have no idea how that feels.”
Narcissa heard a thunderous crack and everything inside her seemed to catch fire. She was no longer scared; she was a tiger protecting her cub. Like a bolt of lightning she was down the steps and stood between her husband and son. She had a strong desire to curse her husband into oblivion but she held back, her teeth bared, her wand raised.
Ron knew this was going to be the most difficult thing she’d ever faced. Hermione was the sensible one, she was going to have a fabulous career, she was going to make something of herself, would that still be possible? If anyone could do it Hermione could.
The Days Before The Battle
I hope you never look back on us with shame and regret, I hope I always burn a hole in your beating heart. But I hope you move on, I hope you keep your faith and hunger, and I hope that when you hear my name you smile and remember the times we were truly one.
She had never seen him so joyful. She didn’t think he was capable of such happiness. Finally he put her down and after months apart he captured her lips with his own.
Three Years Later
Seren was nearly four but she would always be her baby. She remembered so well the first time she held her, the love she felt for the tiny infant was instant and powerful, and she knew what unconditional love was as she gazed into her daughter’s eyes for the first time.
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