Dark Love

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


48. Hermione POV

"What are we going to do now, Minister?"

"What do you mean, Hermione?"

I sigh, slapping away a mosquito with my hand. "I need to know who killed him."

"And who is this your speaking of?"

"Both Draco and Neville," I say, choking back sobs.

Kingsley shrugs. "Get the witnesses and put them under Veritaserum, I guess. I don't like taking information out of them, but it's the most civil way and we do need to find that out."

"But what about Neville, sir?" I bite the inside of my cheek nervously. "How do we know the suspects?"

"We don't."

"Then how will you find out?" I shiver despite the heat.

"Put everyone in that area under Veritaserum also, I guess."

I nod. "But what if-"

"Enough with the what if's! We're going to solve this, okay?"

I sigh, inhaling deeply. "Okay."

"Go home. You need rest. I'll visit tomorrow, alright?"

I smile weakly at him.

"Bye, Hermione."

"Bye, Kingsley."

I wave and leave the room.

Walking out of the Ministry of Magic, I realize something. Lucius Malfoy is still on the board. Meaning he heard all I said. Lucius, not like his son and wife, is a cunning bitch. He might've appeared nice to me in front of them, but who knows what he has planned? His son, his only child, died. I didn't say who, but he's going to blame me, or kill me.

Shuddering at the thought, I open the door to my car. I get in and start the ignition.

And that's when the world went red.

"Hermione! Oh, my God, Hermione, are you alright?" I open my eyes and see a blur I white and black. When the world swims back into vision and clarity, I see Draco. Draco!

"Draco!" I reach up, trying to hug him, but he just looked at me sadly.

"Hermione..." His voice trailed off.

"Draco? Is everything alright?"

"You need to go back."


"It's not your time yet. Wake up." On the last two words, the voice seemed different. More... Deep and anxious.

"I love you," I say as the painted world around me fades.

"I love you also. I'm always here, don't you forget."

I wake up, and see Ron's concerned brown eyes staring down at me. "Sleeping Beauty awakens." He says, hugging me.

I smile, but it fades at the pain that sends through me. The pain.... Imagine a hundred hot knives pressing into every inch of your skin. Imagine those same knives twisting as they went in, digging through bone and flesh alike. And then also imagine being pressed and flattened by a metal fist. That's what I felt like was happening to me right now.

"Hermione... Are you alright? You've been unconscious for days." He says worriedly.

"Yeah, but I need something to drink and eat please," I say through gritted teeth. In truth, I wasn't hungry nor thirsty, I jut wanted him away from me, if only for a few minutes. I needed time by myself.

"Okay. I'll be right back, and don't die on me while I'm gone either," he jokes, leaving the room.

As soon as he leaves, I sigh, shutting my eyes.the explosion was no accident. Someone was trying to kill me and was close to succeeding.

Ron came back in with a platter of fruit and a glass of water. "Thank you, Ron. I love you, you know. Not in the way I did, but as a brother."

"I love you too, Hermione."

"So you forgive me?"

"Why wouldn't I? Boy, was I mad, at first. But now I understand why you did it." He smiles at me weakly.

I smile back, chewing on a grape.

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