The world of darkness
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,667
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The world of darkness
Disclaimer:........ i don\'t own a thing..........
Chapter 1
Here she was, Hermione Granger, 7th year student at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and the most brilliant wich i generations. Great frinds, the best friends some would say. But Hermione was hiding in the astronomy tower, because Hermione had secrets, dark secrets, the kind of stuf that could destroy the world, if she whished it.
For a long time she had served the allmighty, the darkest of magic. And she remained loyal, only to him... the universe was greater than anyone on this planet could even grasp.
She snered at the poeple below, mostley Huffelpufs, enjoying the last rays of sun on this warm august evening. The students had only just retuned to their beloved Hogwarts, the lessons haden’t even started. “tomorrow” she whisperd to her self, “tomorrow we begin again” She slowly stood up from the floor, and brushed the dust of her backside, still watching out the window, but now she focused on the sundown and the darkness creeping over the skies, her gaze fell on a lonely star, and a single tear fell from her eyes, “I miss space” she whisperd and left the room, slowly making her way down the stairs, down to the grounds...
She walked briskly out the front doors, standing on the top of the stairs she breathed long and deep. She felt trapped here, but her farthers orders had been specifik, she had to stay, to learn, and spend time with others, though she rarely did that , spending most of her time in the library, content in solitude, with her books and vivid imagination. She hugged the cloak tighter around her, and walked down the stairs, to call the rest of the stundents inside. She was met with a lot of angry face, reluctant to give up the last rays of the sun, but a quick reminder of curfew, and detention with Mr. Filch, and the were just about running to the front doors. “Head girl duties” she grumbled, and made her way inside, up the stairs to the Heads common room, the commen room that she, oh so joyfully, shared with none other than the majesty, his Royal pain in her arse, king of stupid blonde ferrets, Mr. Draco Malfoy himself.
Chapter 1
Here she was, Hermione Granger, 7th year student at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and the most brilliant wich i generations. Great frinds, the best friends some would say. But Hermione was hiding in the astronomy tower, because Hermione had secrets, dark secrets, the kind of stuf that could destroy the world, if she whished it.
For a long time she had served the allmighty, the darkest of magic. And she remained loyal, only to him... the universe was greater than anyone on this planet could even grasp.
She snered at the poeple below, mostley Huffelpufs, enjoying the last rays of sun on this warm august evening. The students had only just retuned to their beloved Hogwarts, the lessons haden’t even started. “tomorrow” she whisperd to her self, “tomorrow we begin again” She slowly stood up from the floor, and brushed the dust of her backside, still watching out the window, but now she focused on the sundown and the darkness creeping over the skies, her gaze fell on a lonely star, and a single tear fell from her eyes, “I miss space” she whisperd and left the room, slowly making her way down the stairs, down to the grounds...
She walked briskly out the front doors, standing on the top of the stairs she breathed long and deep. She felt trapped here, but her farthers orders had been specifik, she had to stay, to learn, and spend time with others, though she rarely did that , spending most of her time in the library, content in solitude, with her books and vivid imagination. She hugged the cloak tighter around her, and walked down the stairs, to call the rest of the stundents inside. She was met with a lot of angry face, reluctant to give up the last rays of the sun, but a quick reminder of curfew, and detention with Mr. Filch, and the were just about running to the front doors. “Head girl duties” she grumbled, and made her way inside, up the stairs to the Heads common room, the commen room that she, oh so joyfully, shared with none other than the majesty, his Royal pain in her arse, king of stupid blonde ferrets, Mr. Draco Malfoy himself.