- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Cho Chang Draco Malfoy
- Genres:
- Romance Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
- Stats:
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Published: 03/04/2004Updated: 03/04/2004Words: 706Chapters: 1Hits: 859
Precious Moments
ChoMalfoy96
- Story Summary:
- In her dreams, he was visiting her again, always in that pure white robe...Nearly every night he came, blue-grey eyes never leaving her face, silver blonde hair swaying in the non-existent breeze, lips curled into his usual smirk. And he would always just float there, gazing at her, glowing almost, but never speaking, always silent, as if he had nothing else in the world to care about but her.``But then she'd wake, sweating slightly, glancing around, half-hoping he was there.``But he was never there.``She'd lay back down on the bed, angry with herself for not letting him go...And she felt guilty, because she knew, as much as she hated this, that she would always cling on to the dear memory of him, the only thing she had left of him.
Chapter 01
- Chapter Summary:
- In her dreams, he was visiting her again, always in that pure white robe...Nearly every night he came, blue-grey eyes never leaving her face, silver blonde hair swaying in the non-existent breeze, lips curled into his usual smirk. And he would always just float there, gazing at her, glowing almost, but never speaking, always silent, as if he had nothing else in the world to care about but her.
- Posted:
- 03/04/2004
- Hits:
- 859
Chapter One
Dreaming
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A warm, gentle, summer breeze blew in from her large bedroom window,
past the windowsill, past the figurines and candles scattered along it,
ruffling her midnight black hair. She was asleep on the comfortable warm
bed her parents had provided her during her vacation stay at their house.
She was away from her troubles.
For the time being, anyway. That's why she always looked forward to
her rests, when she could be millions of miles away from the world, and
everything that troubled her. She had finished school already, and had
a very good, respectable job. Her life was going pretty well, but there
was something missing. Her parents often discussed this together, when
they thought she couldn't hear them. Her parents were worried about her.
They wanted her to find that special someone, and maybe marry someday.
They weren't worried because she wasn't pretty enough; she was actually
just the opposite, very healthy and beautiful, causing many jealous glances
from females and many looks of lust from men; it wasn't her age either,
she was still quite young, only 24. It was just that she was turning down
every guy that asked her out, and was not showing any interest in any relationship
at all. She seemed to have given up on men in general. She certainly felt
that way.
The pale moonlight fell upon the room, turning everything silver. The
little light showed white candles and white curtains all around her room,
matching the rest of the house. The faint scent of jasmine flowers emanated
from the room, engulfing her in sweet dreams.
She laid there in her lacy white nightgown, fast asleep and dreaming.
Her breathing was soft and even as she dreamed away, oblivious to the ominous
footsteps slowly making their way towards the house.
In her dreams, he was visiting her again, always in that pure white
robe, smirking lightly, outlines blurred in a mysterious white light surrounding
him. Nearly every night he came, blue-grey eyes never leaving her face,
silver blonde hair swaying in the non-existent breeze, lips curled into
his usual smirk. And he would always just float there, gazing at her, glowing
almost, but never speaking, always silent, as if he had nothing else in
the world to care about but her.
But then she'd wake, sweating slightly, glancing around, half-hoping
he was there.
But he was never there.
She'd lay back down on the bed, angry with herself for not letting him
go; but there would always be a huge part of her that would be deeply hurt
and saddened that he wasn't beside her. She tried to forget him, but her
efforts were futile, the more she wanted to move on, the more intense the
memories became. Her mental subconscious just simply refused to let go.
And she felt guilty, because she knew, as much as she hated this, that
she would always cling on to the dear memory of him, the only thing she
had left of him.
Living in his precious memory.
Tonight was no different.
As she snoozed on into the night, with he watching her in her dreams,
the front door swung open noiselessly. She continued to dream as hooded
men entered the living room. A rumble of voices could be heard, and someone
laughing a nasty laugh.
Cho stirred, but being the deep sleeper she was, she then turned on
her other side, and slept on.
Meanwhile, the hooded men soundlessly approached the nearest room, where
her parents were immersed in deep sleep, not knowing their fate.
They entered her parents' room.
Seconds of eerie silence pass.
A scream, sounds of struggle, then, a blinding green light flashed,
and the feeling of death whooshed throughout the house.
Someone was sobbing and pleading hysterically. Screams of horror echoed
throughout the quiet sleepy neighborhood, waking many.
She could feel herself waking. Another scream struck her like lightening,
and far to late, Cho Chang awoke suddenly to her mother's cries.
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A/N: Yay! First chapter of my fab. Cho/Draco fic! It might've been
a little boring, but I swear, the second chapter will be much better!
Please review! Put in your suggestions!