Cycle
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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:
3,828
Reviews:
14
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.
Cycle
I don't own it or I wouldn't be so damn broke all the time.
Now this is your last chance to turn away. It's sick it's twisted and it's all mine so consider yourself warned.
Merry Christmas
CYCLE
Wash, rinse, repeat. This was the fourth time she’d be looking, but she already knew what would be in there. Two pale grey faces, looked up at her with twin expressions of horror. Their skin heavily wrinkled oozing with murky water, patches of their hair missing in odd places exposing milky white bones; and four lifeless eyes. The eyes they always remained, looking up at her, condemning her.
She closed the dishwasher and set it to cycle once more. They didn’t understand. There wasn’t another way. Everything has its price. Opening the dishwasher she looked inside, the eyes were looking down now, they were too ashamed to even look at her anymore, she thought to herself. She’d seen that look all too often on her parents faces over the years, whenever their friends asked what she was studying, or what school she was attending, they always looked just like this. She’d seen the disappointment written on their faces so many times, that she should be use to it by now, but it still hurt. Closing the door she cycled it again.
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She placed two skulls on the table beside him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremble in her fingers as she set them down. “It’s done my Lord. Those that brought be into the world have been washed away from it leaving me clean.” She said as she knelt before him.
A single smooth scaly finger beckoned her forward, and obediently she took her place before him.
“You’ve proven yourself this day Miss Granger. Come take from me what they deigned you.” His voice hissed, as he pulled a razor sharp fingernail across his wrist, leaving behind a trail of shimmering blood.
Hesitantly she stepped forward and looked down. This was what she’d sacrificed them all for. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Mum, Dad, no she stopped herself, it couldn’t be helped it was the only way. Pushing the thoughts of empty lifeless eyes out of her mind, she bent down and licked the Dark Lords wrist clean taking every drop of the thick warm blood being offered to her.
Blood. It was more important that all the galleons in Gringotts it’s what this society was now based on. She was clean now and one of them.
Returning to her place in the circle beside Draco, she felt him take her hand in his, as he whispered, “I’m proud of you.” She couldn’t help but smile, because that’s all she ever wanted anyone to be.
Now this is your last chance to turn away. It's sick it's twisted and it's all mine so consider yourself warned.
Merry Christmas
CYCLE
Wash, rinse, repeat. This was the fourth time she’d be looking, but she already knew what would be in there. Two pale grey faces, looked up at her with twin expressions of horror. Their skin heavily wrinkled oozing with murky water, patches of their hair missing in odd places exposing milky white bones; and four lifeless eyes. The eyes they always remained, looking up at her, condemning her.
She closed the dishwasher and set it to cycle once more. They didn’t understand. There wasn’t another way. Everything has its price. Opening the dishwasher she looked inside, the eyes were looking down now, they were too ashamed to even look at her anymore, she thought to herself. She’d seen that look all too often on her parents faces over the years, whenever their friends asked what she was studying, or what school she was attending, they always looked just like this. She’d seen the disappointment written on their faces so many times, that she should be use to it by now, but it still hurt. Closing the door she cycled it again.
~~~~~~~~
She placed two skulls on the table beside him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremble in her fingers as she set them down. “It’s done my Lord. Those that brought be into the world have been washed away from it leaving me clean.” She said as she knelt before him.
A single smooth scaly finger beckoned her forward, and obediently she took her place before him.
“You’ve proven yourself this day Miss Granger. Come take from me what they deigned you.” His voice hissed, as he pulled a razor sharp fingernail across his wrist, leaving behind a trail of shimmering blood.
Hesitantly she stepped forward and looked down. This was what she’d sacrificed them all for. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Mum, Dad, no she stopped herself, it couldn’t be helped it was the only way. Pushing the thoughts of empty lifeless eyes out of her mind, she bent down and licked the Dark Lords wrist clean taking every drop of the thick warm blood being offered to her.
Blood. It was more important that all the galleons in Gringotts it’s what this society was now based on. She was clean now and one of them.
Returning to her place in the circle beside Draco, she felt him take her hand in his, as he whispered, “I’m proud of you.” She couldn’t help but smile, because that’s all she ever wanted anyone to be.