The smell of imminent death hung in the air. Not that he had ever killed anyone, of course he hadn’t. No human blood had yet stained his hands but his own. Still he had always been able to sense this smell of premonition, and his nose had never once been wrong. The smell was an omen, coming to tell him that Death, the final defeater of himself and of every other mortal being, was close by. He shuddered, not from the thought of death, but from the realisation that no one else was in the house but Molly. His own, sweet Molly. And yet the smell was there, he couldn’t attempt to deny it if he tried. It was not like sulphur, or mould,
The smell of imminent death hung in the air. Not that he had ever killed anyone, of course he hadn’t. No human blood had yet stained his hands but his own. Still he had always been able to sense this smell of premonition, and his nose had never once been wrong. The smell was an omen, coming to tell him that Death, the final defeater of himself and of every other mortal being, was close by. He shuddered, not from the thought of death, but from the realisation that no one else was in the house but Molly. His own, sweet Molly. And yet the smell was there, he couldn’t attempt to deny it if he tried. It was not like sulphur, or mould,
Draco Malfoy was bored. It was barely two weeks into the summer holidays and already he couldnt wait to get back to school, if only to escape the vast empty Manor. With his father in prison, his mother on holiday in Greece with some friends and only the simpering house-elves for company, Draco had taken to wondering the countryside around the Malfoy estate in Wiltshire.
He frowned to himself as he kicked a stone in his path, knowing that his aimlessness probably wasnt healthy. What he really felt he needed was some sort of intelligent conversation, an excha
Hermione sat on the windowsill of Ginnys bedroom, gazing unseeingly out over the small paddock without even noticing the boys playing Quidditch. Instead she saw Malfoys face clearly in her mind, looking bloodied and gaunt as he said the words that had ripped a hole through her.
I love you Hermione Granger, but I know you dont feel the same way. I told you I would fight to make you mine, but Im not going to do that if it will make you unhappy, he had said. So Im giving up, no matter the consequences to myself.
Consequences. The word was haunting her.
She sighed distractedly, desperate