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Here's a big hug to carmen_sandiego for the lovely card I got in the mail yesterday and a big Happy Birthday to mciac. Hope you have a great day, M!
And sneaking in on the last day, here's my Secret Santa Drabble for retyped. I did some snooping around your website and it seems you like Draco/Hermione so I thought I'd try my hand at a drabble in the HP fandom. I hope you enjoy and have a great holiday season!
Title: Unbreakable
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom: Harry Potter
retyped wanted the color black and the quote "You're the only story that I never told // You're my dirty little secret, wanna' keep you so" - PJ Harvey, This is Love
Unbreakable
"You told them everything?"
"Everything they wanted to know."
Her hollow voice echoed against the stone walls and Draco watched Hermione look up for the first time since the interrogation.
Her sunken eyes and pale face were stark against the black shadows of the cell, escalating his fear.
He had always thought of her as adamantine. Foul and dirty, yes and with a thousand critical faults and the taint of mudblood pungent in her veins and yet…her will was always the strongest. Strong enough to fight for what she believed in and strong enough to take from him what she wanted.
He suspected that unlike him, she never felt filthy after they had sex. And he loved her and hated her for that.
But now, her hair hung wet from her own sweat, and clung like a dying vine across her forehead and along her cheek. Fear sliced through him so severely that it felt like a physical blow.
She eyed him piercingly. "I didn't say anything about us."
His fear abated a little but not completely. "Why not? I don't need your protection." He knew the words were lies before they were even out of his mouth and so did she.
"Yes you do, Draco, but not from Voldemort or even your father." She paused as he shuttered and what little of her mind remained wandered. "Do you know what a thousand sharp knives feel like, as they carve your skin into meat?"
Draco felt the bile burning his throat and shook his head.
Hermione glanced around. "The Order will not be destroyed over the information I gave up and in a sense, pain is a price not worth paying to tell the world what I would die for. I die for them. I want them to know that I wasn't scared to fight.”
"And yet you didn't say anything about us?" Draco managed to croak out, tracing the trail of blood that flowed down along her arms with his eyes.
Now Hermione turned to face him directly and her eyes bore into his soul. "No pain in the world could make me speak of the reasons why I want to live. I wouldn’t want the taint of their opinion on something so important. That is all I have to give you.”
Long after they had taken her away, Draco stood immobile in her old cell.
The Dark Lord thought he had won a victory today by destroying Potter’s friend. He didn’t understand how wrong he was. She never broke.
And sneaking in on the last day, here's my Secret Santa Drabble for retyped. I did some snooping around your website and it seems you like Draco/Hermione so I thought I'd try my hand at a drabble in the HP fandom. I hope you enjoy and have a great holiday season!
Title: Unbreakable
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom: Harry Potter
retyped wanted the color black and the quote "You're the only story that I never told // You're my dirty little secret, wanna' keep you so" - PJ Harvey, This is Love
Unbreakable
"You told them everything?"
"Everything they wanted to know."
Her hollow voice echoed against the stone walls and Draco watched Hermione look up for the first time since the interrogation.
Her sunken eyes and pale face were stark against the black shadows of the cell, escalating his fear.
He had always thought of her as adamantine. Foul and dirty, yes and with a thousand critical faults and the taint of mudblood pungent in her veins and yet…her will was always the strongest. Strong enough to fight for what she believed in and strong enough to take from him what she wanted.
He suspected that unlike him, she never felt filthy after they had sex. And he loved her and hated her for that.
But now, her hair hung wet from her own sweat, and clung like a dying vine across her forehead and along her cheek. Fear sliced through him so severely that it felt like a physical blow.
She eyed him piercingly. "I didn't say anything about us."
His fear abated a little but not completely. "Why not? I don't need your protection." He knew the words were lies before they were even out of his mouth and so did she.
"Yes you do, Draco, but not from Voldemort or even your father." She paused as he shuttered and what little of her mind remained wandered. "Do you know what a thousand sharp knives feel like, as they carve your skin into meat?"
Draco felt the bile burning his throat and shook his head.
Hermione glanced around. "The Order will not be destroyed over the information I gave up and in a sense, pain is a price not worth paying to tell the world what I would die for. I die for them. I want them to know that I wasn't scared to fight.”
"And yet you didn't say anything about us?" Draco managed to croak out, tracing the trail of blood that flowed down along her arms with his eyes.
Now Hermione turned to face him directly and her eyes bore into his soul. "No pain in the world could make me speak of the reasons why I want to live. I wouldn’t want the taint of their opinion on something so important. That is all I have to give you.”
Long after they had taken her away, Draco stood immobile in her old cell.
The Dark Lord thought he had won a victory today by destroying Potter’s friend. He didn’t understand how wrong he was. She never broke.