Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
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Did You-Know-Who really die? Or, did he fake it, plotting the biggest war the world, Muggle or Witch/wizard has ever known? Dramione ship.


41. Neville POV

The glory of power! The exhilaration of control! It was addicting!

I lost the war. But I won, in a small way, if that makes sense. See, I lost. But, I have the ability now to control Hermione. And, because I can control her, I can also manipulate Ron, Cho, and the rest of the Dumbledore and Harry's Army. And this means, that though it appears I have lost now, I have truly won.

Ron walks up besides me. "You won't get away with this."

I turn and smile at him. "Look at her. Look at you! You are so weak right now!" Just to prove my point, I gave Hermione a dose of pain from my wand.

I let the curse linger, listening to Hermione scream and Ron begging me to stop, and Cho kneeling beside her. "Apologize. Admit your fault. I'll stop."

"No." Said Ron.

"Men." Cho muttered and walked next to me. "I'm sorry."

"You haven't done any-"

"I have. I'm sorry. I pledge to your side."

Ron gaped and I smiled. "Really?"

"Yes." She bowed and kneeled. "I, Cho Chang, admit my fault in the presence of Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Madam Pomfrey, and Neville Longbottom. These are the witnesses. Let them hear my words. I hereby pledge my allegiance to Neville Longbottom."

"Rise, my servant, and welcome."

"Thank you....?" She faltered, wanting to know my new title.

I smile. "You can call me Tromedlov."

Ron arches an eyebrow. "Voldemort backwards? Wow. That might literally be the most un-creative thing I have ever heard. You minus well be Toad Crusher or, like, Owl Slayer or something." He chortles at his own joke.

Cho, however, smiles serenely at me. "Thank you, Tromedlov."

I shake her hand, and she beams. "Come with me now. We shall celebrate this!"

"But, Tromedlov, what about them?" She points at the others.

"They won't leave. Hermione won't let them. Remember, she stills believes Ron is guilty! And he won't leave without her."

"Okay..." She walks out after me.

Muggle bars were nothing like I expected. Busy, noisy, compacted, even at this late hour. Laughs and shouts mixed in with the sound of clinking glasses and bartenders talking and serving snacks and drinks.

Cho and I took the only two empty bar stools, and waited to be served.

A preppy girl of about twenty-three looked at me. "Hello! My name's Mady. You don't look over twenty-one. Identification, please."

Oh no. I took a quick glance at Cho, who drew her wand and whispered, "Imperio."

Mady smiles. "Okay! And what can I get for you, sir?"

"Uh..." I look at the choices. Muggles had so many different drinks! "I'll have..."

"The Bud Light is good." Mady interjects.

"I have that then."

"Okay! And for you, ma'am?"

"Just a water, please. And can you bring us some chips or something light to eat?"

"That's coming right up!" Mady turns and leaves.

"Just a water?" I snicker.

"Muggle alcohol isn't really my thing." Said Cho, waving a dismissive hand.

"But we're celebrating! Come on, be adventurous!"

She sighs. "Won't be much of a celebration when I'm sick from drinking, now will it?"

I shrug and nod.

Mady comes soon after with a large glass of fizzing beer for me, water for Cho, and fries for us. "Thanks."

"Your welcome! If you need anything, just give me a holler." Mady winks and flounders off.

"To us." I raise my glass.

"To us," echoes Cho.

Our glasses clink, and smiling happily at Cho, we drink.

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