Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
  • Updated: 29 Dec 2014
  • Status: Complete
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.


42. Cho POV

I watched Neville as I took a sip of my water.

"What's wrong, Cho? Why do you look so sad?"

I shrug. "Just... Thinking, I guess."

"About what?"

I cock my head. "Well, what are we going to do now? I mean, you know, we won a war and all..."

"Live for the now, Cho! Don't worry about something so far ahead in the future!" He laughs and takes another big gulp of beer. "Mady! Refill please," he says, handing the empty glass to the bartender.

"So, Cho," he says, and I see the effects of the alcohol start to appear.

"Yes, Tromedlov?"

"Wanna... Ya know," he winks at me, and thanks Mady for the second round of beer.

I simply stare at him and wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

Finally, he is throughly drunk. "So, Tromedlov," I say, smiling at him.

"Cho," he waggles an eyebrow.

"About those memories.."

"What memories?" He giggles.

"The ones from Hermione. You know, Hermione Granger?"

He looks at me. "Oh. Her."

"I want you to give her back her memories. Do it for me." I smile seductivley, though I knew it wasn't really necessary. Just a simple 'please' could convince this drunk man.

He looks at me again, and snorts. "If that's what you want."

"It is."

"Okay! It's done." He laughs.

"Thanks, Neville. Pleasure doing business with you. Don't get too tipsy!" I smile, slapping a ten dollar bill (Muggle money, obviously.) on the table.

I walk out, leaving one world and into another.

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