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Adult +
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5
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5
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Prologue
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She stood by the edge of the lake, the breeze tugging at her curls, bringing forth the scent of wild roses that were beginning to bloom. The small sliver of moon did not provide much light, but the stars shown brightly, like diamonds on black velvet. She inhaled the heady scent of the roses while closing her eyes. It was so peaceful at the moment, but that would change soon enough.
The war loomed close; people were already dying for the cause, namely...her friends. She had lost Ron and Ginny in the last Death Eater attack. The memories caused her heart to clinch in pain. Ginny had been so lively, so beautiful, and her life had been snuffed out cruelly due to her budding relationship with The Boy Who Lived. And Ron, dear, sweet, stubborn Ron, had died trying to save his sister as she was being tortured to death by the Death Eaters. Harry had taken the deaths extremely hard, becoming very tempermental and lashing out at anyone who approached him. Hermione wanted to help him so badly, but he wouldn't let anyone come close to him, for fear that they would be the next to die.
A rustling sound behind her drew her out of her quiet recollections. She spun around with her wand already drawn. Being a muggle-born, and Harry's friend made her a prime target : she had to be on the defensive 24/7. "Lumos," she whispered to illuminate the dark area around her.
"Out after curfew, Granger?" Draco sneered as he held his hands up in a gesture to show that he was unarmed, not that it would really matter; what was left of the Golden Trio still didn't trust Malfoy, even though he had gone to Dumbledore to join the Order after he had witnessed a Dark Revel. "I just wanted a bit of air, not my bollocks hexed off," he said quietly, putting his arms down.
Hermione lowered her wand warily, but didn't apologize to the slender young man. She turned back towards the lake, still wary enough to not turn fully and expose her back to him.
"Too good to talk to me, Granger?" Draco muttered, expecting a scathing retort, which he didn't receive. That worried him. Hermione was alwys ready for banter, snarking, even resorting to throwing a few weak hexes, but this silence was un-nerving him. He dropped the condescending attitue and looked at her worriedly, edging closer to her slowly.
"I...just want this to be over," she said simply, her voice sad and low. Draco looked at her bathed in the moonlight, the wind playing with the curls around her face, and swallowed at the strange constriction in his chest.
"I know, Granger, so do I," he said just as low, looking out over the lake. Her hand grasping his caused him to look down in confusion for a second before looking back up to her. Nothing was said between the two as they stood there hand in hand, looking at the dark deep waters of the lake, and longing for the war to be over.
She stood by the edge of the lake, the breeze tugging at her curls, bringing forth the scent of wild roses that were beginning to bloom. The small sliver of moon did not provide much light, but the stars shown brightly, like diamonds on black velvet. She inhaled the heady scent of the roses while closing her eyes. It was so peaceful at the moment, but that would change soon enough.
The war loomed close; people were already dying for the cause, namely...her friends. She had lost Ron and Ginny in the last Death Eater attack. The memories caused her heart to clinch in pain. Ginny had been so lively, so beautiful, and her life had been snuffed out cruelly due to her budding relationship with The Boy Who Lived. And Ron, dear, sweet, stubborn Ron, had died trying to save his sister as she was being tortured to death by the Death Eaters. Harry had taken the deaths extremely hard, becoming very tempermental and lashing out at anyone who approached him. Hermione wanted to help him so badly, but he wouldn't let anyone come close to him, for fear that they would be the next to die.
A rustling sound behind her drew her out of her quiet recollections. She spun around with her wand already drawn. Being a muggle-born, and Harry's friend made her a prime target : she had to be on the defensive 24/7. "Lumos," she whispered to illuminate the dark area around her.
"Out after curfew, Granger?" Draco sneered as he held his hands up in a gesture to show that he was unarmed, not that it would really matter; what was left of the Golden Trio still didn't trust Malfoy, even though he had gone to Dumbledore to join the Order after he had witnessed a Dark Revel. "I just wanted a bit of air, not my bollocks hexed off," he said quietly, putting his arms down.
Hermione lowered her wand warily, but didn't apologize to the slender young man. She turned back towards the lake, still wary enough to not turn fully and expose her back to him.
"Too good to talk to me, Granger?" Draco muttered, expecting a scathing retort, which he didn't receive. That worried him. Hermione was alwys ready for banter, snarking, even resorting to throwing a few weak hexes, but this silence was un-nerving him. He dropped the condescending attitue and looked at her worriedly, edging closer to her slowly.
"I...just want this to be over," she said simply, her voice sad and low. Draco looked at her bathed in the moonlight, the wind playing with the curls around her face, and swallowed at the strange constriction in his chest.
"I know, Granger, so do I," he said just as low, looking out over the lake. Her hand grasping his caused him to look down in confusion for a second before looking back up to her. Nothing was said between the two as they stood there hand in hand, looking at the dark deep waters of the lake, and longing for the war to be over.