A crashing wave barreled through my frigid body as I sat idly by to the whispers that circled like the mumbling of a fly. My body trampled over the sincere possibility that The Grim was edging towards my demise as if to fulfill its morbid meaning.
A voice that was both beautiful and haunting, warm and bitter, old and young echoed its slithering words into my despaired ear.
You shall be nothing once more.
I couldn't decipher the voice... it was my own, Draco's, my mother's, Hermione's, Harry's, and Ron's like each soul beckoned for my imminent expiration.
I slowly rose from my place on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, my thoughts endlessly bounding towards a fatal ending.
Or something far worse.
"Grier, where are you going?" whispered Harry from his seat on the leather couch.
I filed through a possible explanation for my exit before murmuring, "I'm tired and classes begin again tomorrow."
I mustered up a small smile before heading out of the room and wandering through the corridors of the massive castle. Their worried whispers fleaing after me.
Damp sorrow etched itself within every bone, which threatened to crumble with each step I took towards the dungeon. Confusion possessed my senses leaving a tang of misfortune in its wake.
Would my life be seamlessly ripped away from me? Was the dream a cry of warning for what was to come? And what of my mother?
Those words and thumping sentences enveloped my attention. So much so that I hadn't noticed Draco standing before my ever saddening soul. Damn, I was being pathetic.
"What happened?" His face was painted in extreme distress and worry as he strode to comfort me. His strong arms lapped around me in silent euphoria. "Baby, what happened?"
His voice became more pleading and worrisome as I responded, "I think... I think that something terrible is about to happen." Words that now trickled from my tongue like honey at their constant presence. "I feel like that bird Seamus ran into during Quidditch classes that one time," I said with a half assed smile.
He chuckled at my attempt, but my words seemed to register on his stunning face as he pressed my petite body closer to his own, "Grier, I don't think your nightma-."
Before the rest of his words could tumble from his tongue I hissed, "The Forbidden Forest whispered something hauntingly similar."
At this he was rendered silent before nudging me the rest of the way to the Slytherin common room and into the dark abyss of his room, which had witnessed our intimate togetherness.
However, the large bed and green tone manifested something far worse than tender actions and whispered sweet nothings between the sheets.
I quietly sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly staring at the cold, stone floor, but I was attuned to every move he made, "I think I might lose you Draco."
A silent tear fell down my pale stricken cheek, "No you aren't." He seemed to be talking more to himself than me, "I just have to finish this hideous task."
A shudder ran through my spine, which was an often sensation these days, "I heard its voice this time, the invisible attacker's I mean."
The metallic tang of blood from biting my lip so hard jolted my taste buds, but I focused on his response, "Did you recognize the voice? What did it say?" Each word was laced with obvious paranoia.
"No... It was saying that Hermione's theory that the dream was a warning from Voldemort was wrong," I licked my lips in a distressed tick, "and it kept yelling for us to get out."
Silent alarms danced in his ice grey eyes, "No one is going to hurt you. Grier, I promise."
I almost laughed at the plea, and its inevitable whisper of failure.
My silence beckoned him to my side as he leveled to his knees, lifting my chin with his fingertips, "Look at that ring." I obliged and focused my attention to the gold, glittering band of opal that sat wrapped around my finger.
"That ring is a physical promise that I will never leave your side. That I will never let the evil circumstances of my family corrupt your own. I will never let a single soul hurt you. Even if it kills me."
His words drenched my soul in a waterfall of obnoxious worship, swirling around my essence as if to prove its truth.
I was his.
He was mine.
Each stroke of his fingers upon my skin as he still laid bent on his knees in front of me, motioned for my body to yearn for his closeness.
I softly traced the outline of his jaw, absentmindedly memorizing each curve and line of his face. Like it was the last time.
Tears glided down my cheeks like newly fallen snow onto the untouched ground below. I placed my hands on either side of his face, bringing him towards me, hungry for his touch.
Our lips rocketed to embrace each other as he stood from his kneeled position to hover over me, my face stretched to follow the rotation. Our lips moved in silent devotion as my body was laid back against the black, silken sheets.
His arms wrapped around my body, forcing my back to arch in unwavering closeness.
"We will be okay," he mumbled in between each frantic kiss as if to seal the harrowing promise.
Each darkened thought and silent torment of my thoughts were whisked away once his body fit with mine in perfect unison. His hands traveled down my curves, savoring the feeling of skin on skin.
Whispers of his name fled my lips to entice more of him, which I craved so deeply. His kisses traveled from the base of my throat down to my clothed torso. It felt like I was clothed in nothing but his steadfast caresses.
With a whirl of his wand, every inch of my body was exposed, and only for him. I watched as his lips glided along my skin and goosebumps were evidence of his lingering presence on my tingling skin.
My body sank further into the plush comforter as his lips danced upon the sensitive area between my legs. A gasp escaped my lips as the sensation of his closeness would never cease to awaken my body.
He feasted on my fiery heat, leaving me breathless with each brush of his lips.
Moans of admiration and praise clouded the air. My quickened breath, shaking body, and traveling hands were evidence of my pleasure.
His hands pressed onto my hips as he continued, and I neared climaxing. Nothing compared to the amount of ecstasy and bliss that shattered every wall like an earthquake of euphoria when his fingers slithered into my heat, accompanying his gifted tongue.
My moans, which bordered screams, echoed throughout the large room as I reached my climax and released myself in his grasp.
My breathing refused to subside as he crept along my body, meeting my gaze as his fingers danced upon my lips. They entered my mouth, and I swirled my tongue to taste the liquids that I had spilled moments ago.
We never broke eye contact as he undressed himself in painful slowness, as if to tease me. Each cell in my body vibrated with oxytocin, remembering and savoring his touch, his scent, his eyes, his body, his everything.
My constant whines brought him back to touch every part of my body with his own. I felt the tip of his length simmer along my still dripping heat.
My body was begging for him.
"I love you," were his only words before he launched into me with brooding delight and a steady pace.
Screams of his name were my only response as starlight danced in my vision at his unhesitant, and quickening, strides into my warm body.
Grunts and moans of praise filled the room as our breath intertwined, becoming one.
After multiple declarations of fulfillment, we collapsed upon each other, tangled in the sheets and with one another.
"You will always be the only soul that I ache for. The only face I will search in a crowd. The girl I will spend the rest of my life with."
His words dripped down my body like an open dam. I could only hope that his private sentiment would prove to be fulfilled as that familiar feeling of worry and impending calamity scurried in my gut once more.
I would risk my life to spend every waking moment with him for the rest of my existence. I knew he could see my answer in my eyes, pleading to Merlin himself that all the dreadful and fearful thoughts were simply a figment of my imagination.
Only time would tell. And patience was not my virtue.