Bellatrix’s warning was final. She hissed Draco’s name as if to coo him into finally firing the killing curse, making the Slytherin shudder in disgust. However, before anyone could properly react, Hermione jumped in front of Malfoy and pointed her wand at the witch, her muscles locked in place and her jaw clenched in anger.
"Who is that—"
"That’s Potter’s mudblood, ain’t it?"
The murmurs around them mixed with laughted and Draco looked down at the witch in front of him, his anger simmering just below the surface.
"Granger, are you crazy?! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!"
His hiss was low enough for only her to hear, but Hermione ignored him, sneaking a glance at Snape who stood a few feet away from Bellatrix. She could have sworn an expression of both pure shock and realization twisted his features for a moment, but it disappeared too soon.
"Would you look at that," Bellatrix’s high-pitched voice broke the silence, "Potter’s Mudblood comes to the rescue! Draco dear, I wasn’t aware of this little arrangement."
"You touch her and I will personally kill you," Draco growled, and the noise vibrated through Hermione’s body, her hand tightening around the wand.
"Oh, is that right?" Bellatrix questioned with a maniacal laughter, cocking her head to the side. "We’ll see about that."
And before anyone could utter one more word, Hermione fired the first curse she could think of, her scream followed by Draco’s. They had both finally picked a side. It was the side of their unspoken and hidden love, the side of a secret affair between a Death Eater and a Mudblood, the side they were willing to die for. They fought for them.
Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]
When he says “really” ;’)
Never leave this un-reblogged
What a dear human being he is.
I had w i n g s once, and they were s t r o n g. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds, and they never faltered. Not even once. But they were stolen from me.
DRABBLE/PROMPT: Lucius returning home having escaped imprisonment after the first defeat of Lord Voldemort.
REQUESTED BY: Anonymous.
Her hair was out of place, her hands were almost rubbed raw, but not a single tear stained her cheeks. However, by the time he stepped out of the fireplace she was teetering on her last nerve. The fire flared green, startling her from her own thoughts, and as she turned on her heel he stumbled forward into the study. He looked pale, so much paler than usual, and his hand clutched his cane with all his strength.
“I pleaded…” he uttered, his eyes meeting hers fleetingly before dropping to the ground. “The Imperius Curse…” the words faltered and he fell silent again.
She couldn’t stop herself from crossing the room, somewhere in the back of her mind a small voice was telling her not to approach him. As she neared the relieved man she once held above all others he raised his head. All the better to slap him. Her bare hand connected with his hollow cheek. For good measure she pulled her arm back slapped him even harder, the force almost knocking him over. Surprising them both. “You spineless bastard,” she spat at him, pushing him hard in the chest. “You spineless, self-centred, bastard.”
“Narcissa…” he tried to grab hold of her hands but he didn’t have the strength or the willpower to stop her. Deep down, he needed it just as much as she did.
“You told me this was best! You told me this was the best choice,” she continued pushing him, forcing him backwards with all her strength. “This was your decision, the best choice for our family. He ruined everything, Lucius. He’s ruined it all. My whole family… and there was no stopping you. The danger you put us all in… our SON! You thought about nothing but yourself. You said this was all for family… He’s taken my family. He’s taken them all…”
“Don’t! You don’t call me that!” with her anger waning, she collapsed against him. “They called me Cissy. Little Cissy. They called me Cissy and they all left, Lucius, they’ve all left me.”
“Narcissa,” he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her for dear life. “I will never leave you, Narcissa. I promised you a lifetime and, whatever else I may be, I’m a man of my word where you are concerned. I wanted what was best for us…”
“You killed people,” she breathed, her head buried against his chest. “Tell me the truth.”
“Yes…” he didn’t bother making excuses for it. He didn’t need to throw the cause in her face, she’d already had enough of that. “I killed a lot of people.”
She raised her chin up, kissing him softly at first then growing more desperate. She needed him. They could deal with everything else later. For the moment she just needed her husband to stay with her. “Never lie to me,” she muttered. “Never leave me.”
“Never,” he promised her, kissing her tenderly. All he needed was his wife. He’d managed a get out of jail free card, for the moment all he wanted was his wife. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d truly taken the time to appreciate her. He’d taken her for granted for so long. “Narcissa…” he pulled back, his hands on her hips. “I love you, truly. I never lied about that. Not once.”
“Just don’t keep me out any more,” she told him sincerely. “I almost lost you and I didn’t even know the half of it. I’m your wife, Lucius. I need you to need me.”
“I do need you,” he told her.
“It’s about time,” for the first time since he had been arrested, she smiled. Her sadness still hidden in her eyes, she took his hands in hers and led him from the study up to their room. It was time to start afresh.
some pretty disney outfits
I want them all in my closet now.
Breakfast around the world
What do you eat for breakfast?