Burning Eyes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
8,853
Reviews:
16
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
It's JK's kitchen. I just stir the pots. :)
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We apparated into my apartment. She looked out of place there. My flat was all glass and chrome - very cold, I suddenly realised. Despite her silvery skin, she looked hotter than a fire. My natural apprehension began to re-assert itself.
"Frightened?" She asked softly.
"My good common sense is coming back."
"Ah." Was that disappointment on her face?
"How could this go any further? I'm alive and well...you're not. I'm not the sort of guy to give up everything to be one of the undead."
"I know." It *was* disappointment. She walked over to the uncurtained window and stared out over the treetops. "So. Where do we go from here?"
"I don't know, Hermione."
"There has to be a solution of some sort."
"Hm." The sound was one of derision. " 'And never the twain shall meet'," she quoted softly.
I walked behind her, putting my hands on her icy shoulders. "Is it very wrong that I shouldn't want to give it up - even for a creature as enticing as you?"
"No." That one word held a wealth of sadness. Underneath the phenomenal cosmic powers still lurked the sensitive Hermione Granger I once knew. Suddenly she shook off my embrace. "DAMN THEM! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"
On the heels of that screeching protest, she raised fist and drove it clear through my plate glass window. That was followed by the rest of her slender body, out into the dark and misty night.
I crunched over the broken glass to look down. Amazingly, (or not, as the case may be), there was no body laid out on the pavement below. There wasn't even a whisper on the wind to let me know where she was. I desultorily Repaired the window with my wand and slunk off into bed. But not before revoking the invitation to my home.
And that was the saddest of all.
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We apparated into my apartment. She looked out of place there. My flat was all glass and chrome - very cold, I suddenly realised. Despite her silvery skin, she looked hotter than a fire. My natural apprehension began to re-assert itself.
"Frightened?" She asked softly.
"My good common sense is coming back."
"Ah." Was that disappointment on her face?
"How could this go any further? I'm alive and well...you're not. I'm not the sort of guy to give up everything to be one of the undead."
"I know." It *was* disappointment. She walked over to the uncurtained window and stared out over the treetops. "So. Where do we go from here?"
"I don't know, Hermione."
"There has to be a solution of some sort."
"Hm." The sound was one of derision. " 'And never the twain shall meet'," she quoted softly.
I walked behind her, putting my hands on her icy shoulders. "Is it very wrong that I shouldn't want to give it up - even for a creature as enticing as you?"
"No." That one word held a wealth of sadness. Underneath the phenomenal cosmic powers still lurked the sensitive Hermione Granger I once knew. Suddenly she shook off my embrace. "DAMN THEM! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"
On the heels of that screeching protest, she raised fist and drove it clear through my plate glass window. That was followed by the rest of her slender body, out into the dark and misty night.
I crunched over the broken glass to look down. Amazingly, (or not, as the case may be), there was no body laid out on the pavement below. There wasn't even a whisper on the wind to let me know where she was. I desultorily Repaired the window with my wand and slunk off into bed. But not before revoking the invitation to my home.
And that was the saddest of all.