Chapter
19
Silver
White Melting Into Nothingness / Wounds of Love
In a silent
room upstairs, away from the prying eyes of his supporters, Draco sat beside
Hermione,
ready to perform
a binding spell more sacred than just a marriage, more everlasting beyond
death.
The fire crackled,
intensifying the atmosphere of the room.
“Hermione,
this may hurt a little...you do understand that, right? This particular
binding spell may
sting slightly.”
Hermione nodded, her heart pounding furiously like a bass drum, as Draco
produced
a small bottle
from within the folds of his heavy black cloak. Opening the stopper, he
poured a
strange ice-cold
substance on to her fingers. It looked like mercury, but it gave off a
smell of heavy
rose petals
and newly made steel. Next, he placed his own hand on hers, and muttered
a few
foreign words
in a low whisper.
Hermione let
out a small cry of fear as the cold began twisting and forming strange
patterns along
her fingers.
As she watched with slight pain and wonderment, the now solidifying metal
formed the
shape of a
dragon along on of her fingers. It twisted over Draco’s own pale slender
finger and
formed the
exact same shape. With a frosty snap, the metal cracked into two seperate
rings. The
sting turned
into a strange burning of cold fire, and Hermione had to clench her jaw
to keep from
crying out.
The metal finally ceased all movement, and it appeared to almost melt into
her flesh and
become imbedded
in her skin. Hermione cautiously ran her thumb along the area. Just as
she had
half-expected,
the metal was now strangely grafted into the skin of her finger. It was
death-cold,
and she quickly
drew her thumb back.
“Now the final
thing to complete the ritual to bind us, my love. You may want to turn
away for this
next part.”
Even Draco’s voice sounded quavery. Instead of turning away, Hermione was
only more
anxious with
excitement tinged with fear to see what the next part was. After a few
more strange
intoxicating
words from Draco, the metal became fiery hot, and it started to move again.
Hermione
watched curiously
with pain flickering in her eyes as it contorted and writhed. The dragon’s
head
lifted off
her finger, and turned slightly, opening its mouth. Hermione bit down on
her bottom lip hard
as the dragon's
metal teeth punctured her skin, drawing a crimson droplet of blood. Suddenly
the
room began
to swim in front of her eyes as if bizarre drugs had just been pumped through
her veins.
Even as she
struggled to stay awake, she felt her eyelids slowly giving way.
“Shhhh...it’s
all over. Don’t worry...I love you, Hermione.” A hand gently took her own,
a warm
voice softly
lulling her to sleep, wrapped in the soothing words of a lullaby.
As the sandman
began to take hold, she heard someone, or rather, several someones, burst
through
the door.
A deep voice, stricken with a fear and panic unusual to its owner...
“My Lord...Potter, and his army...they’re coming. Now.”
“I know, Severus...”
“How? Oh don’t
bother explaining Draco. But there is nothing we can do. At the most we
have
forty-five
minutes, an hour.”
“Hermione!”
Her name was called out by a younger girl, and a blur of red hair and velvet
robes
rushed to
her side.
“She will be
fine...A binding spell has been performed on her. Ginny, Severus...take
her
downstairs.
I will be down shortly.”
“Master-”
“Be quiet!”
An irritated voice snapped. Hermione was finding it increasingly harder
to match up
voices and
names.
“Shut up...all
of you! Do. What. I. Said! Take Hermione and leave me. LEAVE ME!” A sound
of something
shattering filled the otherwise empty silence. A half-insane laugh followed.
Hermione
felt someone
slowly pick her up. Her head felt as light as if it were filled with helium,
and blood
pounded through
her veins like a rushing torrent. The blur of colours around her soon became
a blur of
grey, that in turn faded out to a blackness of nothing.
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