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.


29. Hermione POV

I didn't like the way Draco was looking. The blood was coming out all to fast, and he was white as a sheet.

I'm sure I looked the same way. Three friends of mine were Death Eaters! Neville, Ron, and Ginny. I couldn't... I can't believe something like this could happen.

I take him to the Great Hall, where we tend the wounded and mourn the dead. I lay him down, fearing it to be too late. "Madam Pomfrey! Please!" My voice sounded hysterical, even to my own ears.

She rushed over and blanched. "Oh no. Sectumsempra?"

I nod, my eyes watering with tears I can't hold back anymore. "Please, Madam Pomfrey, keep him alive."

She nods. "I'll do my best."

I give a smile. "Thanks."

I grabbed Neville's wand and left. I had a war to fight.

Outside was chaos. The dead lay everywhere, waiting to be laid inside the Great Hall for mourning. Screams were ripping through the air left and right, almost making me feel their pain.

We were on the losing side. We weren't killing! I hated to admit it, but sometimes blood needs to be spilled.

I run into the enemy line, firing curses blindly.

A curse or weapon hits me, and I crumple. The agony! Everything was dim. Distantly, I heard the sound of someone screaming. It was me. Through the haze, I also heard someone running towards me. I open my eyes and stand, weak.

It's Ron. "Hermione! Are you alright?"

I shrug, cold. "Yes," I snap.

"No. You're not." He gestures toward my side, where I was bleeding. Badly.

"What did you do to me?"

"I didn't do it, Hermione, my love-"

"Don't call me that, traitor. You let Harry die, you're going to kill me, and God knows what else you've done!" Tears well up in my eyes, but I blink them back. I will not cry in front of Ron. I will not. I am strong.

"I'm not a traitor. Look," he lifts up his left sleeve and nothing was there.

"So you're not a Death Eater. Doesn't mean you are on my side."

"Look, Herm-"

"Don't call me that!"

"I'm sorry, please-"

The rest of his words fade out as the world goes spotty and dark, and I sag against Ron.


So... Neville is a Death Eater and Ron is not! What do you guys think of that, and the story? Tell me what you think! And I'm so sorry it's taking me forever to update, my app loves to crash almost every time I try to update, an I have to rewrite the whole entire chapter, which makes me so mad.. Anyway, comment what you think and I hope y'all are enjoyingfar! Thanks for nearly 300 (!!!!!) reads!! :$

Love you all,

Grace Nebel

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