Chapter
14
The
Silk That Binds Us / Poppies
Hermione awoke to see Draco’s rain blue eyes looking at her intently.
“Decided you’re actually human yet?” She stretched her sore limbs and looked up at him.
“Can I tempt
you with some marzipan?” His hands were awkwardly holding a small glass
dish.
“Hmmm. Let me see...let’s try, NO.”
Hermione found
her hands bound magically with black silk. Her eyes were also covered
with the soft
material, and she could no longer see anything but darkness.
“Sorry, I had
to.” Draco’s voice didn’t seem very sorry. It seemed heavy with a sense
of
duty. But
why would he need to do this? Because he’s going to kill you stupid! screamed
the little
voice in the back of Hermione’s mind. He’s played his little twisted games
with
you and now
he’s going to dispose of you.
Then suddenly,
almost impulsively, Draco’s soft lips found her’s. In the snow-flake-like
kiss
Hermione could
sense pure deep emotion. It ran through their veins like undiluted cherry
cordial. But,
she then remembered that her life was going to be taken moments away from
this toffee-coated
kiss with him.
Not like this,
the voice in her mind was now saying. Life can’t end like this...not when
perfection
has been found at last amongst chaos. Not when everything so wrong feels
so
right.
He pulled away, and gently tugged on the ties around her wrists.
“Come on then.”
Hermione was furious, half longing madly for the kiss that had ended so suddenly.
“I’m not a
damn trained monkey! Why are you so...so...” She lost her words, and instead,
sobbed quietly
behind the blindfold.
Draco longed
to wrap his arms around her and stop the tears from streaming down her
face.
He gently
wiped a tear that hung on her left cheek.
“Because I
realise you were right. I don’t hate you...I lo-” He paused. “No, not here.
Just
come with
me. Imperio.” The curse was whispered, and Hermione, like a puppet on invisible
strings, had
no choice but to follow him.
*
The poppy field
lay beyond the woods. Red, pink and orange poppies filled the air with
a
nauseatingly
saccharine smell, which, if inhaled for too long, made your head spin.
Hermione
thought she
must have looked rather stupid, walking along blindly behind Draco. Of
course,
the spell
on her made sure she didn’t crash into any walls...but since he was the
one in control,
her next step
could very well lead her off the edge of a cliff. When they reached the
field,
Hermione felt
her head spin with the scent of the flowers. The tart sweetness smothered
her
lungs, and
she somehow felt sleepy and edgy at the same time. Draco suddenly let go
of her
wrists and
instead pulled her in to embrace her.
“Hermione...”
He whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His lips gently placed a zephyr-light
kiss on her
lips. A startling contrast was made to the tender emotion in his kiss when
Hermione
felt the wintry
sensation of something metal against her wrist. Hermione felt strangely
empty, like
death itself
had dragged her, an Alice in Wonderland of sorts, down some sort of flipped
out
rabbit hole.
A lone tear trailed slowly down her cheek. Draco was always singing half-insane.
Well, if she
was going to die...might as well play his game one last time.
“Somewhere
over the rainbow...way up high...there’s a land that I’ve heard of, once
in a
lullaby...”
Her voice was barely there, almost a whisper in the syrupy breeze.
“Oh shut up woman.” He silenced her with another surprisingly gentle kiss.
Hermione sucked
in a frightened breath and choked back a sob. The metal was back against
her skin.
Her final moment
had come.
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