The Forbidden Ship
Lines
A/N: Another drabble prompt from our Tomione forum: lines. Codes: NoSex
Lines
The saying "All is fair in love and war" was the biggest load of crap ever. There simply were lines you did not cross, no matter what, ever. And nothing was ever fair, especially when dealing with a certain ridiculously handsome and obnoxiously intelligent Dark Lord. That was how she viewed the world, how she had always viewed the world. So, how she got to be here, in this situation, it would be laughable to her if the consequences weren't so severe and far reaching.
Hermione stood at an inevitable crossroad; a decision needed to be made, a conundrum she'd never envisioned herself having. The lines of right versus wrong blurred in the recesses of her mind; her morals poisoned by his smooth words and the intricacies of his ideas. What beheld the difference between dark and light magic surely were the motives of the caster. Nothing could be differentiated as easily as the Ministry claimed it to be. The world was inherently grey, her actions consistent with that. Her head reeled from all the possibilities, her options, the knowledge and power she'd gain.
"It is time, Hermione," Tom said, holding out his hand. The simplest of movements, yet it expressed his certainty she'd come more than his words did.
He wasn't wrong.