Wishes and Fairytales
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,251
Reviews:
1
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.
Wishes and Fairytales
Chapter 1
I feel his hollow grey eyes staring at me from the far corner of the room. I try to see but my body refuses to rise.
An eerie laughter reaches my ears, and goosebumps erupt across my skin.
I try to move once again, but my invisible bonds hold me down to the bed I’m on.
An indistinctable shuffling can be heard within this room and I hold my breath while I listen for more sounds. Then I can hear him move, leaving the safety of his corner and I wonder how long he has been watching me.
“Well, well, little humming bird tries to spread her wings. Doesn’t do any good, does it Love?”
Gentle words uttered close to my head, but spoken in such twisted fashion, that I fear that all sanity has left the owners soul.
My eyes search as far as they can but they don’t see anyone at the bedside. I feel and hear him sigh at my ear and I can’t suppress a shiver.
“Do I scare you?” He chuckles softly.
Yes!, my mind screames. I’m scared to death.
But better not let him know, never give away your weakness.
“I asked you a FUCKING question!!! Have the decency to answer for Merlins sake!” He hisses.
I jolt and to my chagrin tears are forming and spilling from my eyes. Angrily I close them.
Then I feel the matras dip and I sense him watching me.
“Look at me love. I won’t hurt you.”
Hesitant I open my eyes. His grey eyes pierce right through me, piercing through my very soul and beyond.
“Not yet.” He whispers more to himself.
His hand moves to my face, and pulls at a string of curls. He seems deep in thought as his hand plays mindlessly with my hair. Again he looks beyond me and this room, his thoughts miles away.
His lips form words. Words I don’t understand; but one.
One word I see clearly spill soundlessly from his lips; Bushy. Recognition flashes through me.
Immediately his eyes focus on my face and he pushes away from the bed violently.
Angrily he paces the room and I follow his movements in wonder.
His moves are sudden, his words harsh one time, calm the next. And his eyes, sometimes wild like an animal or clear as a frosty winter sky. He is unpredictable, and it scares me to no end.
Suddenly he stops in the middle of the room.
He turns around and looks at me warily. “Do you believe in Fairytales Granger?”
I blink. Does he really expects an answer?
“Aren’t we a bit old to believe Malfoy?”
His eyes narrow at me.
“You’d better start believing Granger; you’re in one!!”
Without looking back he stomps to the door and with a loud bang he leaves the room.
The only sound is my soft laughter. Absurd, unbelievable, silly laughter.
I feel his hollow grey eyes staring at me from the far corner of the room. I try to see but my body refuses to rise.
An eerie laughter reaches my ears, and goosebumps erupt across my skin.
I try to move once again, but my invisible bonds hold me down to the bed I’m on.
An indistinctable shuffling can be heard within this room and I hold my breath while I listen for more sounds. Then I can hear him move, leaving the safety of his corner and I wonder how long he has been watching me.
“Well, well, little humming bird tries to spread her wings. Doesn’t do any good, does it Love?”
Gentle words uttered close to my head, but spoken in such twisted fashion, that I fear that all sanity has left the owners soul.
My eyes search as far as they can but they don’t see anyone at the bedside. I feel and hear him sigh at my ear and I can’t suppress a shiver.
“Do I scare you?” He chuckles softly.
Yes!, my mind screames. I’m scared to death.
But better not let him know, never give away your weakness.
“I asked you a FUCKING question!!! Have the decency to answer for Merlins sake!” He hisses.
I jolt and to my chagrin tears are forming and spilling from my eyes. Angrily I close them.
Then I feel the matras dip and I sense him watching me.
“Look at me love. I won’t hurt you.”
Hesitant I open my eyes. His grey eyes pierce right through me, piercing through my very soul and beyond.
“Not yet.” He whispers more to himself.
His hand moves to my face, and pulls at a string of curls. He seems deep in thought as his hand plays mindlessly with my hair. Again he looks beyond me and this room, his thoughts miles away.
His lips form words. Words I don’t understand; but one.
One word I see clearly spill soundlessly from his lips; Bushy. Recognition flashes through me.
Immediately his eyes focus on my face and he pushes away from the bed violently.
Angrily he paces the room and I follow his movements in wonder.
His moves are sudden, his words harsh one time, calm the next. And his eyes, sometimes wild like an animal or clear as a frosty winter sky. He is unpredictable, and it scares me to no end.
Suddenly he stops in the middle of the room.
He turns around and looks at me warily. “Do you believe in Fairytales Granger?”
I blink. Does he really expects an answer?
“Aren’t we a bit old to believe Malfoy?”
His eyes narrow at me.
“You’d better start believing Granger; you’re in one!!”
Without looking back he stomps to the door and with a loud bang he leaves the room.
The only sound is my soft laughter. Absurd, unbelievable, silly laughter.