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Lies Told To Me by CrystalRain11
Chapter 18: Not That Kind Of Goodbye
Rays touched both pale and pink. Blink and awake. A look around revealed green silk, everywhere. A twitched reveals the body up against her, and another twitch reveals the friction of clothing. A third awakens the body. She smiles as he pulls her closer. His cold hands move her hair aside and icy lips warm the back of her neck. It sent shivers down her back. Shivers that made him pause.
“Have I always made you shiver like that?” His voice was dreamy, tired and not quite there. However it was his voice and even as it was fatigued, it commanded respect. She rolled over and stared into those misty eyes.
“You have and good morning to you too,” she smiles as she kissed his icy lips. As they kissed he pulled her closer and for a second the morning was blissful.
Then they both woke up completely.
Hermione looked at the clock and then jumped out of bed.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked with only half a care as he sat up.
“Ginny, I told her I’d meet her and tell…” She looked up at him. He was smirking at her with his arm crossed, the usual Draco expression. He was laughing in his head but his face made her feel like she was in trouble. She grabbed a change of clothes from off of his dresser.
“And tell what?” he asked getting up from the bed and leaning on one of the four bedposts. He blew a piece of hair out off his face. Hermione took off her night shirt and quickly replaced it with a t-shirt.
“What happened, overnight,” she said carefully watching his eyes staring at her. His smirk deepened as their eyes caught.
“Was something supposed to happen?” A Draco eyebrow rose. “If so, I’m sorry to disappoint. You should have made your intensions more clear.” Hermione shot him a glare. “Don’t give me that look, baby. You’re the one undressing in front of me.”
Hermione replaced her shorts for jeans, always watching his eyes. “Nothing was supposed to happen. However, you’re the one watching.” She walked over to him and placed a hand on his cheek. “You can’t tell me you’re not a little disappointed.” She kissed him.
“I’m not stupid,” Draco said grabbing his own set of clothes and going behind the screen at the corner of the bedroom. “I know where my limits are. I know the consequences are strict when you cross the line.” He looked her in the eye and smirked. Hermione shook her head and grabbed a pair of flip flops.
She put them on and headed for the fire.
“My offer still stands.” He emerged from behind the screen wearing something only Draco Malfoy could pull off. Hermione turned and looked back.
“What do you mean?” She gave him a confused look to match her tone. He placed an arm around her waist, hooking her near him. He leaned in and kissed her check placing his lips on her ear.
“You will always be welcome in Malfoy Manner,” he murmured softly into her ear. “Always.” He pulled her closer as he saw the shivers that went through her. Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder. Her arm wrapped around him for a few seconds. Then she pulled away.
“Let me find out who I am. Let me solve my own mysteries. Then I’ll be here.” She grabbed her wand and a handful of flo powder. “I-I I love you Draco.” She stepped into the fire and threw the powder down.
“I love you too, Hermione.” The words echoed through the chimney but Hermione never heard them.
“I know where my limits are…” A mocking voice echoed through the room. “That honestly works?” A cloaked figure appeared tossing the invisibility cloak aside.
“Shut up, Potter.” Draco grumbled pulling on his cloak and snatching up his wand. “Just remember, you have to kill her before this is all over.”
“I’d rather kill you.” Harry said walking up to the fire. “Well let’s get this over with. Ron is only going to be distracted for an hour at most.”
“Don’t you think it’s rude, knowing those two are going to run into each other?” Draco asked pulling the curtains of his room closed.
“I’m not sure wither they will be snogging or fighting.” Harry said with a chuckle.
“They better be fighting,” Draco surly said.
“Do you really love her?” Harry asked grabbing his arm and holding his wand up.
“Hands off what you can’t afford Potter.” Draco said shrugging Harry’s hand off. “Anyways, if I didn’t really love her, something would have happened last night.” Harry shook his head.
“You underestimate her. That’s going to come back to haunt you one day.”
“Like when she’s my wife?” Draco asked. He was quite tired of Harry.
“How about when she’s helping you kill Muggleborns.” Draco turned so quickly Harry almost got cut by his cloak.
“Why do you say that?” Harry grabbed the flo powder.
“Because, who are you about to kill the minister with? We all have a little death within.”
With a green flash they were both gone.
Hermione found herself in an empty house. Not a sound could be heard for miles. Against the wall was the only thing in the room. A note, in Ginny’s handwriting. Otherwise the whole house hand been emptied. Even the furniture was gone.
‘I’m sorry Hermione. We can’t risk our lives. I didn’t tell them about Draco. I just said that you couldn’t be trusted anymore. They didn’t ask questions. Owl me if something dreadful happen. Otherwise please leave me and my family alone. I’m sorry. ~Ginny’
Hermione crumpled up the note and threw it at the door… just as it opened.
“The door is…ow!” Hermione stared wide eyed at Ron. They just stood there for a long time. Then Ron stepped towards her. Hermione stepped back, afraid.
“This is awkward.” Ron whispered.
“Not my fault,” Hermione said and frowned when he winced. “Look, I don’t want to know why. I don’t want to know.” He looked down at the floor and Hermione walked forward. “I thought I loved you.” His head shoot up at her words.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” She placed her hand on his shoulder, like a friend.
“The same reason you never made a move. You know I don’t have a choice any more. Either way I get a Death Eater. Maybe it was supposed to be like this.” Ron shook his head and walked further into the room, away from Hermione.
“No, I was not supposed to be a Death Eater. A life was lost because of it.”
“Whose?” Ron shook his head again and started walking toward Hermione again.
“I made too many mistakes. We should have told you. Hermione, I should have told you this long ago but-“
“No Ron, don’t say it.” The distance was closed between them. “This is goodbye Ron. You won’t see me for a long time.”
“I need to know something Hermione.” His warm and sweaty hands found their way to the back of her neck. She watched his face grow closer to hers. It was slow at first. She could tell that for him fireworks were flaring, but for her it meant nothing. She’d expected more. All the times she dreamed of this moment, she had thought she would never want to stop. She found herself kissing him back. Draco had trained her well and Ron was clumsy. He didn’t know what he was doing. As he deepened the kiss she wanted to pull away. Part of her was beginning to feel guilty. However, none of her was enjoying this. She pulled away and looked down. An awkward silence filled the air. One neither of them wanted to break.
“I thought it would be different.”
“Me too. Well, I suppose I’ll see you around Hermione.”
“Or not. Yeah, I’ll see you again. You’ll still be there to beat up Draco when he hurts me, right?”
“Always, I promise.” They hugged and the awkward moment left with Ron out the door.
Hermione pressed her back against the wall. She ran her hands through her hair. The world got blurry. She felt the tears roll down her cheeks but she never felt them in her eyes. She slid down the wall and brought her knees to her chest.
“It wasn’t that kind of goodbye,” she whispered to the empty air.
What kind of goodbye was it? Hermione grabbed the sword of truth from around her neck. With jerky movements she ripped it from her neck and through it across the room.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone!”
The truth can’t-
Your curse is mine as well, Virginia.
Hermione wiped her tears. The golden eye stared at her from its spot on the floor.
“What do you mean?” The sword began to spin and as it did Hermione’s hand, the one with the scar, began to bleed. She watched as it bubble up form the skin. It prickled and oozed. She closed her eyes as a scream ran trough her head.
Let me sleep!
Hermione jumped and nearly banged her head against the wall. The voice came from no where. No one was around. The sword stopped spinning as suddenly as it had started.
She rests within you, as I am trapped within this metal and steel.
‘You mean you’re human?’
Exactly. Misfortune was my mother in law. I crossed her with a lie and she condemned me to the truth for all eternity.
‘What’s your name then?’
Marcus, Marcus Lellio.
‘An amazing name. Is there anyway out of the curse?’
Not that I know of. I’d rather not dwell on what used to be.
‘Alright, come on, let’s go to the Room of Destiny.’
Hermione stood up and crossed to the fire.