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Never Mine	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Hermione, wake up!"
I blearily opened an eye, the multi-colored lights striking straight through it like a needle. I reluctantly opened the other and looked around and saw Neville standing above me holding up a Shield Charm, pale and sweaty. Muted sounds of battle were slowly rising, flashes of curses reverberating around the hall. Neville had dragged me into the frame of the door leading down to the kitchens as war raged behind him. Hurriedly, I took his proffered hand and struggled to a sitting position, my head pounding.
"How long have I been out?" I asked, panicked, as everything came back to me.
"Only a moment, but you have to hurry, Draco Malfoy's taken Harry and I think he's going to kill him!"
"No," I croaked sickly, my stomach roiling as I stood and swayed. "Harry is going to kill Draco."
…
One month, six days earlier…
Ron, Ginny, Harry, Luna, and I were escorted to Kings Cross before dawn broke the next day. A team of Aurors and Order members were stationed every few feet it seemed while Mrs. Weasley, Tonks and Mad-Eye hustled us onto the Hogwarts Express as fast as possible where several other Order members were waiting to see us to school. They had all deemed this the safest route as all other means of magical transportation were being watched and it was too risky to try to fly all of us that far.
I sat in my own seat as the train flew past snowcapped mountains and wondered where Draco was right at this moment, for he and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were being relocated this morning. I had caught sight of him at the top of the stairs before we'd left but there had been no time for a proper goodbye and my heart squeezed as I had no idea when I'd see him again.
I had a feeling he regretted what we'd done. He had never seemed so far away as now; even when he had been throwing me out of his room. Then he had obviously been pleading for help, for attention, and someone to care. Now, however, he was cold as ice, uncaring, distant. I feared that we might not be able to continue lessons due to the lack of Floo connection. There was no way to get to him now.
We made it to Hogwarts hours earlier than it usually took and were shuffled through Hogsmead, surrounded on every side, bumping into each other. Most of our things had been destroyed with headquarters so new robes and books were waiting for us in our dormitories. The school was eerily quiet as very few had stayed behind for the holidays and for this I was thankful.
The days flew by as if the howling wind outside was snatching it away. When I wasn't patrolling freezing corridors or reading the next set of books Lupin had acquired for me, I was caught in endless conversations with the boys, trying to think of new and different ideas, but each was as empty as the next. The trouble was that we had no more clues, nothing left to go by. Harry was intent that the object was something of Gryffindor's so I reluctantly began researching Godric Gryffindor to see if there was anything he might have left behind besides the sword.
We visited Neville every afternoon; he was awake now and slowly improving, the spell cast upon him leaving him extremely tired and sore. Hagrid invited us for tea nearly every morning, Luna joined us in the Gryffindor common room several nights, sitting by the fire reading The Quibbler out loud. Ron dragged us to the grounds for a snowball fight, Harry filched chestnuts for us to roast in the fireplace, but none of these distractions were enough to occupy my mind which was filled with every second I had spent in Draco's company, imagining more intimate moments, wondering what he was doing right at that second. Wondering if he ever thought of me.
Ginny had taken to watching me closely, as if she were afraid I was hiding Draco under my robes, ensuring that every thought I had about Draco there was an accompanying one of my disloyalty to my friends, none of which trusted him and all of which thought he was going to turn us in any day. Even the letters we had received from Mrs. Weasley telling us how useful and helpful Draco had become didn't deter them; hate drove any of his actions, past or present, to selfish means of trying to destroy us from within. Harry was the only one who reluctantly agreed that Draco was not a Death Eater by choice, but he still blamed him for not coming over to our side before now. Nothing I said in his defense changed their minds, only made them angry and cold towards me. So, I stopped bringing it up and acted deaf if one of them began to rant about him.
The nights dragged by as slow as the days were fast. I lay awake for hours on end, staring at the deep red curtains of my four-poster, imagining Draco's arms around me, hating that it was wrong, hating myself for my weakness. Images of what we had shared were forever creeping into my every thought, waking or sleeping, and I could swear I felt his presence more than once, but I was only fooling myself. No, he was hundreds, possibly thousands of miles away, safe and sound. We were not told where they had gone; just that they had made it there safely and we would join them when term ended.
I waited for McGonagall to pull me aside after each and every meal or for a note possibly, hoping she would tell me the lessons were continuing; but apparently they no longer required my assistance as no such missive ever came. I even stupidly waited for the mail each morning, wishing he would write to me; contact me in some way just so I knew that I hadn't dreamed everything. But the only owls I received were the ones bringing The Daily Prophet.
Before I knew it our week of quiet was over: students flooded the Great Hall on Sunday evening, painted white by the pounding snow. Neville joined us for dinner, finally released from the hospital wing. McGonagall welcomed everyone back and a delicious feast filled the four tables, so much emptier than usual. Faces were graver, voices were quieter. The normal happy din was subdued. I turned to Harry and I knew he sensed it too. The war was affecting everyone. With things going the way they were, who was to say the school would even open in the fall?
There wouldn't be any students left.
…
"Miss Granger?"
I snapped my head up from my notes which were mainly just a load of scribbles. Ashamed and embarrassed, I tried to remember what Professor McGonagall had asked me.
"Er, sorry Professor, I wasn't listening," I finally admitted. Her stern gaze bore into me, her lips thin. With a quirk of her brow she turned to Seamus and asked him instead as Harry kicked me under the table, his brows furrowed, questioning. I shook my head slightly and sat up straighter, trying to pay attention, but it kept drifting no matter how hard I tried to hang on to it. My attention this past week was like trying to hold water in a sieve. The problem was that I couldn't get myself to care about the elemental properties of transfiguring humans into inanimate objects while a war raged on without me and the search for a certain blonde was intensified after their failure. But as McGonagall, Ron, and Harry were all watching me, I took the necessary notes and promised myself that I would read up on it further tonight.
As the bell rang and the class grabbed their bags, McGonagall called me forward. I reluctantly waved to Ron and Harry who were staring at me incredulously. I had never been called to a teacher's desk before or asked to stay behind. I just hoped McGonagall wouldn't put me in detention as it would cut into my already slim time to get my homework done.
When the last straggler left, shutting the door behind them, McGonagall looked up at me.
"Miss Granger, I assume your poor performance in your classes is due to Mr. Malfoy?"
Classes? How did she know about my other classes? And then I remembered that not only was she Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher, she was still my Head of House. How in the world she did all this and still made time for the Order was beyond me, but it only added to my guilt.
"I'm sorry professor," I apologized sincerely. "I will try harder to pay attention. I'm just…worried about him."
"Hmm. Well from what I've heard he has been just fine. Surely Molly had been keeping you informed?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then I will have to conclude that there is indeed something more you are not telling me about Mr. Malfoy. Am I correct?" Her hawk-like gaze burned straight through me.
"Yes, professor," I admitted with a wince. "But professor I swear I wouldn't keep it from you if I didn't have a reason. He was finally starting to open up to me; I can't betray his trust, not when we're so close. Because he knows something, professor, but I don't think he fully understands what he does know. Does-does that make any sense?"
"It makes a great deal of sense, Miss Granger, and I commend you for following your instincts and staying loyal to Mr. Malfoy. This is exactly why we chose you. I will not press you further on the issue, but I do wish to caution you not to let your emotions interfere with your duty." I shifted guiltily, hating that I wore my heart so easily on my sleeve. I didn't attempt to dissuade the older woman, she had always seen right through me.
"I'm sorry, professor. I didn't mean-"
"And what are we fighting this war for if not so two people from different backgrounds can find happiness together?" McGonagall snapped. "If you are to apologize for anything it is for keeping Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley at an arm's length. Have you learned nothing from Mr. Potter's mistakes?" I looked at her, confused. "No one can make it in this world alone. You need your friends, Miss Granger. Perhaps you will pay attention better in class when your secrets are laid to rest."
I nodded. I couldn't think of a thing to say to this. How did she understand me so well?
"If played correctly I don't see that we can't all walk away from this satisfied," McGonagall said seriously. Then her tone softened. "I do not need to explain to you again how much we are relying on his answers. That does not mean that you must needlessly suffer. He will understand in the end, Miss Granger."
My heart clenched at the words, wishing I could believe them. "It's not that simple…"
"Nothing is simple anymore, though you do seem to have a certain knack for overcomplicating," McGonagall replied briskly. "Now, I'll have no more of this moping around. Get your grades back up, I expect an 'O' on your next essay. You are still Head Girl; you have an example to lead."
"Yes, professor," I promised. "Thank you...for understanding."
She smiled. "Believe it or not I was young once as well. Now, we have another matter at hand. It seems our young Mr. Malfoy has been quite adamant in seeing you. He claims to have a matter of some import to discuss and he insists on speaking only with you."
My heart stuttered in my chest. "O-of course, I'll go see him right away-"
"You understand that I cannot permit another Floo connection with the way things are?"
My fluttering hope vanished. "Yes, of course." I had known it, but it hadn't stopped me from secretly hoping…
"However," she continued, her eyes suddenly brighter than usual. "I believe we have found a way to work around this. Please meet me by the Room of Requirement at nine o'clock sharp tonight. I will be doing your rounds for the evening."
Touched, I opened my mouth several times to explain to her how much it meant to me for her not only to understand, but to empathize and make it possible to see him. I stood there for several moments mimicking the mystical Gulping Plimpies Luna was always going on about before McGonagall snapped the papers on her desk and looked back down at her work.
"Hurry along now. You'll be late for Arithmancy."
I nodded and hurried from the room stumbling, getting to class just before Professor Vector closed the door.
True to my word, I returned to my usual excellent work ethic and threw myself into my notes with a renewed vigor. The thought of seeing Draco tonight fed me throughout the day and I even joined the others in discussion about the upcoming Ravenclaw/Slytherin Quidditch match and how its outcome would affect the Gryffindor team during lunch. I promised myself that after tonight I would confess my feelings for Draco to Ron and Harry. They loved me, they would support me. I couldn't understand what had held me back all these weeks from telling them and it suddenly seemed the simplest thing in the world.
I left them in the common room at a quarter till with my Transfiguration notes, promising I would look over their essays when I returned from patrol. I shook my head as I watched Ron slip his Gobstones set from under his robes as I made my way out the portrait hole and I laughed as I hurried down the hallway, a bag of Cushioned vials slung over my shoulder.
Even the drafty corridors could not dim the warm glow in my chest. Professor McGonagall was waiting for me outside a pair of mahogany doors which had appeared along the usually blank stretch of wall.
"Try not to stay up too late, Miss Granger," she said briskly before taking out her wand to begin patrol. "You still have class in the morning."
"I won't. Professor?" I called her back as she turned away. "Thank you."
Her face softened and she nodded once before taking her leave. I took a deep breath to quell the nervous butterflies and pushed open the heavy double doors.
Draco stood waiting for me in what looked like a comfortable sitting room with a plentiful bookshelf, desk, deep couch, roaring fire, and a wardrobe in the corner for some reason. He grinned as he turned from the flames which were igniting his platinum hair.
"Granger."
His voice matched the molten mercury of his eyes, burning through my veins. I melted, not caring if I made a fool of myself, not caring if this could never be. I had spent too many sleepless nights waiting for this moment not to take advantage of every second.
I started forward on unsteady feet, his eyes following my every move. I stopped just before him, looking up into his gaunt face.
"How are you?" I asked seriously, his beauty marred by the pain behind his gaze. He was even paler than he had been not two weeks ago, thinner, the bags under his eyes more evident. But a smile spread across his face that erased it all.
"Better now."
"I can't imagine Mrs. Weasley hasn't been feeding you," I said, concerned, my hands itching to touch him. "Why are you so thin?"
His smile fell and I could see he was holding something back. It hurt that he still wouldn't confide in me, more than I cared to admit.
"I might ask the same," he replied, evading the question. I looked him straight in the eyes, determined to show him that I had nothing to hide, that he could trust me.
"I haven't had much of an appetite lately. Harry's been so stressed and we just don't know what to do anymore. I suppose it's taking its toll." I knew Draco caught my implied meaning but said nothing, so I continued on. "It didn't hurt either not knowing where you were, if you were alright. I've missed you."
He gave me a sad smile, one hand twitching in his pocket as if he, too, ached to touch me. "We're hidden away well. Wish I could tell you where, but I don't know myself. It's beautiful there, though. Right in this valley."
I nodded, swallowing hard, my face falling and noticing the bag I was twisting painfully in my hands. "I, er, brought you some Pain Potions, I know you haven't…well, it's a three-week supply-"
"Three weeks?" I looked up at his tone and saw the signature smirk that resided there. "Where in the world did you get enough supplies for that? Been filching from the school stores again, Miss Granger?"
"I, er…"
He chuckled, his hand finally coming up to brush away an errant strand which lay across my cheek, tucking it behind my ear, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire where they traced the shell before skimming down my neck.
"Been keeping up with my work," he murmured, nodding to the desk where rolls of parchment sat. "Couldn't get you to turn them in, could I?"
"O-of course I will," I said breathlessly, my eyelids suddenly heavy as his fingers had floated to the nape of my neck. "Is there…a-anything you need my help on?"
"Actually, there is," he growled, those four fingers creeping back around to trace my jaw, a wicked glint in his eye. "You see, you're not the only one who's been having difficulty sleeping. Trouble is, I just can't get you out of my head. You are a complete enigma, Miss Granger."
His other hand found my hip and my heart pounded, my body instantly leaning towards him, a magnet to his steel body. His eyes caught mine, a desperation in his depths that matched my own as he dragged me until we were chest-to-chest, his breath whispering against my lips making my knees go weak.
Then he kissed me and all the loneliness and hurt from the last weeks was washed away as if they had never been. I moaned and leaned into his kiss as he pulled me tighter, a good thing as my legs had turned to jelly. My hands slid up his hard chest, curling around his neck, my fingers burying themselves in his hair which had evidently escaped Mrs. Weasley's wand as it curled down past his collar, unbelievably silky and fine. His lips were so warm, so soft against mine, his tongue sending shivers down my spine as it caressed mine. His expert hands quickly had my body thrumming with heat, needing him.
He grabbed my thighs and hooked my legs around his waist as the room swirled around us, a deep bed appearing behind me where he lowered me, covering me, wrapping me in his heat and need.
This, right here, was what I'd been looking for. He needed me, just as I needed him. It was stupid, it was crazy, there was no reason we should do this, so much was at stake. But something had happened these last couple of months, something had changed between us and I couldn't ignore it. I loved him, no matter how I tried not to. If he didn't love me he at least craved me, he cared. It was enough for now. A man like him had all-too-much control over his emotions making them nearly impossible to unleash. To make him need me so bad that he snapped and lost that carefully constructed shield…it was enough.
"Hermione," he whispered, making me shudder at the sound. His lips travelled, indulging and driving me towards madness. I moaned as one long fingered hand massaged my breast over my sweater and I arched into him, begging him to take all he wanted. And he did, pushing my robes off, tugging at my sweater; never leaving my lips for longer than it took to get the material over my head. Hid deft fingers made quick work of my button up and he shoved that off my shoulders too, groaning down at my black lacy bra. With a desperate fervor, he pulled off my skirt and socks and shoes, cursing down at me where I lay in my carefully picked underwear, flushed and embarrassed. "Gods, you are incredible. All these years…"
Before I could ask him about this last comment he was covering my body in kisses and stroking every inch, my senses on high alert as he switched from light caresses to needy grasps and back again, never letting me catch my breath. I wanted to do what he was doing to me, drive him just as wild, but the look in his eyes as he pleasured me was more than could take from him.
He made his way south, sneaking his fingers beneath my soaking panties, finding my aching nub, making me jerk and gasp as he grinned at my reaction. I whimpered in longing as he sat back and snaked my panties down my legs, his eyes never leaving my smooth core, seeming to feast on the image, his big hands massaging my thighs while he just gazed. I wanted to squirm under his scrutiny, but allowed him his fill and was more than rewarded for my patience as he dove forward, his tongue stroking me to new heights as I cried out into the silent night.
How had I ever thought I could go through life without this? My breath shuddered out of me as he slid two fingers in, hooking them upward and hot lava flowed through my veins. "Oh!" I gasped, surprised at this new and wonderful feeling, my hips rising to his mouth unconsciously as I pleaded for more. He didn't disappoint, his tongue flicking against that bundle of nerves as he worked those fingers further inside me, probing deeper, faster, hooking up and making my hips snap up at the molten sensation it wrought, my body winding up tighter and tighter, shattering on a gasp, then a scream, my fingers digging in his hair, my hips against his mouth and hand which never stopped, working me slowly back down as the world righted, my extremities tingling and heavy in the aftermath.
And suddenly he was on me and I was shoving at his pants, pushing away the offending material, yanking at the buttons on his shirt, trying to get to every piece of him I could, crazy with need.
"Now, Draco," I begged as his hand gripped my hip, placing me just so as he entered me, and I lost myself in him. No one had ever felt as good as I did right at that moment. No woman had ever been so lucky as me to have a man like Draco want me as insanely as he did.
And nothing had ever felt so right for being so wrong.
I moaned and scored my fingers down his back inside his parted shirt, spurring him on and on as he pumped into me, pressing me harder into the mattress, taking me deeper inside his soul than words could ever attempt to do. His face was pressed against mine, every breath rattled in my ear and down to my heart as he twined his fingers in one of my hands, dragging it over my head, the other on my back, pulling me up to him, keeping me as close as physically possible. I met him thrust for thrust, wrapping my legs around him for more leverage as he pumped into me, that blissful peak dangling just above me again.
My head whipped back as he shoved me ever closer, dragging it out until my body was on fire and cries were wrenched from my throat. He tightened his grip on me then, flipping us and pulled me up until I was straddling his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, his hands on my bottom, helping me pound onto him, our hot breath mingling, my forehead resting against his as I whipped my hips against him, pushing for that peak. He growled, leaning forward to snatch my bottom lip as I shoved us into a world of pleasure.
I came hard, my body convulsing, fingers clenching, as he held my hips and pumped up into me until I was keening, grabbing at him, trying to ground myself.
But he never gave me the chance, lifting me up and throwing me to the mattress onto my side, curling my knees up and plunging into me, rocking into me, my fingers digging into the mattress, holding myself still to increase the pressure as I gasped in surprise. He bent forward, holding me while he railed into me. I twisted and pulled his head down to mine, taking his lips, giving him back just a hint of what he made me feel. He twisted until he was behind me, wrapping me in his embrace, never ceasing. This new angle quickly thrust me toward the edge once more, his lips on my shoulder, his hands grabbing at me as he filled me, over and over, my head falling back just to be closer to him, whimpering as I neared the brink, my body unable to take any more sensations.
"Hold on, love," he ground out, sensing my imminent climax. "Come with me, come with me now."
His words and sudden fury of his hips ensured I did with a power that stole my breath from my lungs, every muscle taut. My name fell from his lips and it vibrated inside me as waves of pleasure broke over and over me, as Draco stiffened behind me, groaning desperately. He pumped several more times, dragging out the sensations, leaving me gasping and tingling in its wake until he collapsed against me, his breath puffing against my neck.
A delirious happiness flowed through me as I lay there with him. This was right. It had to be. How could something this perfect be wrong? I reached back as my breathing slowed, weaving my fingers through his sweaty hair, dragging him closer as his arms tightened, his lips pressed against my glistening shoulder. I sighed in contentment. The entire world could fall down around me, so long as I had this, so long as he never stopped holding me, never stopped kissing me like I was the most precious thing he'd ever seen.
But even as these giddy thoughts ran through my head I felt his body stiffen, felt him becoming distant once more. I panicked, my fingers tightening on his wrist which was wrapped around my stomach. I didn't know what to do to keep him here with me, I was losing him again.
Then he was pulling out of me, sitting up, his eyes never meeting mine as I turned toward him. He stood and pulled on his pants, throwing me my clothes absentmindedly and with shaky hands, I dragged them on, fumbling with clasps and buttons, cleaning myself with a towel that appeared next to me on the bed.
"Fuck!" he bellowed and I jumped harshly as he threw the chair sitting at the desk across the room where it shattered against the wall, an action reminiscent of his anger at headquarters. Shocked and scared I leapt off the bed as if it was on fire, not wanting to be near where we had just shared something so beautiful.
"Draco, what-"
"I didn't come here for this!" he roared, the shirt I had never quite gotten off him billowing around him as he paced, his fingers laced in his hair. "But you come in here looking at me with those eyes and you smell so fucking good and you make me think these things and- argh!"
He fell to the floor cursing, grabbing at his stomach, screaming harder than I had ever heard him as he convulsed. Terrified, I ran to his side and kneeled next to him, trying to help him but he pushed me away. Undeterred, I grabbed his shoulder.
"Draco, let me help you!" I begged, looking up for the bag of Pain Potions. Suddenly his hand shot out of nowhere, catching me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me as I hit the floor with surprising force. It took me several moments to finally drag in a breath and I looked up to see his concerned eyes from where he was still gasping on the floor. Hurt and betrayal consumed me as he pushed himself up.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry, that wasn't me," he croaked, hurrying shakily to where I was still sprawled on the floor. I shied away from him and flinched when his hand shot toward me, but he was only trying to help me up. I couldn't look at him, couldn't meet his eyes as his face fell. He cursed quietly. "Hermione, please, I never meant to hurt you."
"Yes, well, you did a pretty good job at that," I muttered, getting gingerly to my feet alone. His hand dropped to his side in a fist and he looked so wretched it was all I could do not to go to him. I hugged myself and back away from him. My mind was having trouble wrapping around the fact that he had hit me, he had actually hit me. After everything…
He dragged a trembling hand through his hair and I noticed for the first time the bruises that covered his chest. He caught my wide-eyed stare and swore, buttoning up the shirt and turning away. He leaned his hands on the desk and hung his head, his back hard and cold. I couldn't think of a thing to say, but neither could I get my feet to move.
"I didn't mean for it to happen like this," he said lowly. "What we did…what we've done…it's not fair to you and I'm sorry. I can't tell you how sorry I am."
"How sorry you are?" I snapped, suddenly furious. "Which part are you sorry for? Having sex with me? Having feelings for me? Making me fall in love with you?"
"You don't-"
"Don't you dare presume to tell me how I feel, Draco Malfoy! If this is nothing to you, fine, so be it. I never asked anything from you. But I will not let you take what I feel for you away from me!"
He sighed. "Why are you making this so complicated? We fucked, we had a good time, but now it's over. We can't keep doing this, it isn't right-"
"Why? Why can't this be right?" I screamed, anger and hurt rising.
"Because I'm a Death Eater!" he howled, ripping up the sleeve of his left arm and brandishing his Mark. "And you're a part of the Order! You deserve far more than I can ever give you-"
"What, you actually think a Mudblood like me deserves something?" I spat hatefully.
His face hardened. "Don't talk like that."
"Like what?" I asked, throwing my hands up. "Since when has the word Mudblood bothered you? I can remember a fair few times you've used it. I believe I was the Mudblood you hoped died when the Chamber was opened? And I certainly recall being the Mudblood you watched your demented aunt torture back in August. Or how about-"
"Shut up!" he screamed, striding toward me and I backed into the wall and his hands smacked the stone on either side of me, blocking me in. "Don't you see? This is exactly why this won't work! I didn't come here for you to take pity on me and make me feel all this! It's hard enough to do what I have to do and you're not making it any easier!"
My heart shattered as tears welled up in his eyes and his face twisted in anguish. "I didn't want to feel this! I never wanted any of this and you make it so fucking hard to think! I can't think around you! I can't sleep, I hear your voice and I'm so fucking sick of it!"
"Draco-"
"I said shut up!" he roared hysterically, seeming to come unhinged. On a yell, he pushed away from the wall, the tears gone, the hard mask of hate in place as he backed away from me. His icy gaze froze me to the core and I wrapped my arms around myself in a protective gesture from the pain I knew he was about to wreak. "This is over. Forget about me, forget I ever existed. Stop making fairy tales where there are only nightmares. I don't want to hear from you, I don't want letters, I don't want to see you. Just leave me the fuck alone, Granger. Go back to Weasley and Potter and focus on what you're supposed to be doing."
He was standing there staring at me with utter loathing, his back stiff, a million miles already between us. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do. I couldn't go to him, the wall he had built between us insurmountable. My body shuddered as I took in everything that had just happened.
In a single move he whipped around and strode to the corner where he ripped open the handle of the wardrobe and climbed inside it. A bright light flashed through the cracks as soon as the door was slammed shut and I realized that it wasn't a wardrobe; it was the Vanishing Cabinet he had used last year to let the Death Eaters into the castle.
My knees hit the floor, the lights going out, the furniture disappearing, the moon filtering into the now empty room. I closed my eyes against the pain and disappointment and grieved for a love I had so briefly found, one which had been doomed from the beginning but had flamed to life nonetheless. My heart withered against the now freezing stone beneath me, my fingernails digging into the cold grey as if I could somehow summon it back into existence.
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