The Broken Ones [ENG]

♥♥♥♥ Förlåt!! Lovar att det inte dröjer lika länge tills nästa kapitel ifall det är till någon tröst. Tack ♥


Taaack!


*tummar* måste verkligen vara ond innerst inne för det där fick mig att le, haha. ♥ Jag tar det som en komplimang!

Har läst igenom denna fanficen nu ikväll och aaah jag älskar den!♥ Du skriver så fint och man dras med i historien, superbra!

♥♥♥♥♥
tack så mycket, verkligen!!

känner inte att det är särskilt muntra uppdateringar från min sida här haha. förlåt. Jag mår rätt skit och jag har skoluppgifter och träning och dåligt med motivation och vill halvt om halvt bara lägga mig i en hög och slippa finnas. så om det är dåligt med uppdatering här så vet ni. men ni får hemskt gärna ösa kärleksfulla ord över ficen och rekommendera den till folk eller något to cheer me up ♥

Tbh så har jag aldrig aldrig någonsin kunnat tänka mig att shippa Drinny men denna fanfictionen har nog fått mig att göra det!



Pretty much mina känslor då jag tänker på att jag shippar drinny...

Ok

Så, bra!

Jag varje gång någon säger att denna fanfic fått de att shippa Drinny;




Det är typ den finaste komplimangen du kan ge mig!! Den här fanfictionen har fått mig att shippa Drinny också. Jag shippade de verkligen inte innan jag kom på den här storyn, men nu gör jag det som bara den.
Det är i alla fall alltid kul att veta att man kan påverka någon

Jag är snartsnartsnart klar med kapitel 18. NI KOMMER HATA MIG.

Du är så himla bra Johanna, och nu är vi taggade på nästa kapitel!! ♥

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK JAG POSTADE DETTA KAPITEL OCH REDIGERADE ALLA EN MILJON SNEDA SAKER OCH SEDAN RADERADE MUGGLIS HELA SKITEN
förlåt ska bara vara lite arg nu aaaarrrgghhhh

GOD JUL!
Ni får hemskt gärna ge mig fina kommentarer i julklapp, haha ♥ Nejmen det är alltid kul att höra vad ni gillar och inte gillar. Verkligen.
Om ni vill läsa mer av vad jag skriver får ni gärna följa min blogg!


Chapter 18; A wizarding duel

“Astoria”, Draco whispered, slowly ascending from the couch he’d been temporarily parked in. A dark-skinned and well-known face to them both appeared in the doorway next to Astoria.
“And Blaise.” He introduced himself with a venomous smile. “We’re about to settle this.”
“We’re about to settle what, exactly?” So far, Astoria had done nothing but provoke a flaming anger, since long lingering in Ginny’s chest. She felt thankful for the fact that her wand sat safely in her back pocket, and she reached for it.
“Oh, but Weasley, you were always a clever one.” Astoria grinned with malevolence. “You know.”
“I don’t, actually.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Ginny, stop it.” A faint whisper was heard from Draco, who stood only a few inches behind her. “It’s not worth it.”
“Exactly. Listen to your boyfriend.” Blaise snickered, ironically. “We’re after revenge, you moron. Justice, one might call it.”
“If I recall this right, you were the one who burned our house to the ground”, spat Ginny with her eyes locked on Astoria’s. “Unless you’re so called justice is one big fat apology and a life-long promise to leave us alone, I think we may have a different view on the concept.”
She’d barely eaten, barely slept, and she’d spent her last 24 hours being worried out of her mind. Ginny Weasley felt pretty grumpy already, and this discussion wasn’t brightening her mood perceptibly.
“We might have, indeed. But no worries, I’ll explain it all to you.” Astoria flashed another one of her blinding white smiles. “You stole my husband.” She pointed her index finger at Ginny. “And you were arrogant enough to believe you were strong enough to stand up for yourself. “
“You don’t own me”, Draco whispered. “You think you do, but you don’t.”
“Maybe not legally. But you have pledged your loyalty to me. Lost your own ring, have you?” She spun the thin golden ring on her ring finger, then gave them another smile. Ginny had grown to detest those smiles so intensely it almost chocked her. They reminded her of a young Tom Riddle, handsome and charming but immeasurably evil, and it brought up even more anger, all of it lingering in her chest since long.
“Well, nice to have a lovely little chat with you.” Blaise threw his wand in the air, catching it with the skill of a well-trained quidditch player. “But I’m afraid we can’t be long. What do you think, As?”
“I think you’re right, Blaise.” She drew her wand at that, and Ginny did the same. “That’s why we’re going to challenge you both to a Wizard’s duel. I’ll duel you”, said Astoria, meeting Ginny’s hostile gaze. “Draco, honey”, she pronounced the words like they were ugly diseases, “you’ll duel Blaise.”

Okay. Ginny could handle a duel, but she was definitely doubting whether Draco could. There weren’t many options, but she could think of one. It could work, for now.
She grabbed Draco’s shaking hand and focused all of her conscience at the one place she’d always associated with safety. Unfortunately, two other hands reached out for her as well.

xxxxxxxxx

When the familiar but still vividly unpleasant sensation of choking while you spiralled through time and space finally ceased, Draco found himself in a place he’d never been before. As he scrutinized the surroundings, he almost felt sad for himself.
The place must’ve been unrealistically beautiful during the summer months, he thought. It wasn’t too bad during winter, either.
They were standing on a magnificent cliff, overlooking the waterside a gaping 20 metres below them. The cliff-stones were shaped in meticulous and elaborate patterns, and Draco imagined it must be one heck of a climb to mount them. He sure was in no shape to try. Waves continued their constant movements as he watched, ebb and flow doing what they’d done since the creation of the Earth. A loud splash was heard every time a wave met with the cliff wall, creating a calming soundtrack. He found it merely ironic in combination with the tension that was hovering in the air above it.

Draco could’ve stayed there for all of eternity, just observing and trying to capture a picture of the landscape in his mind. At a relatively short distance, perhaps a kilometre away, stood a three-floor cottage, built so that it looked like someone had stolen it from a fairy-tale. Draco wished he could live there.
“It’s my oldest brother Bill’s house.” Ginny had noticed his fascinated gaze. “It was my aunt’s before that.”
“It’s beautiful”, Draco whispered. Maybe, he thought. Maybe the part about Astoria and Blaise is all a dream and we’re just going to spend a weekend here.
“Small-talking, are you? Romantic compliments, perhaps?” Astoria’s cold voice reminded him it wasn’t a dream. “I guess we all have our different strategies.”
“I guess we do, Astoria.” If Astoria’s voice was chilly, Ginny’s was below zero. “Vespertilio!”
A cloud of black, winged and mouse-like creatures flew out from her wand, towards Astoria with a high-pitched cry of battle. Draco felt a surge of pride over Ginny, but it was quickly extinguished when Astoria answered with a well-aimed Incendio. But just as Draco prepared for the worst, Ginny’s excellent quidditch player-reflexes saved her and she dodged the flames with tight but still existing margin.
“Watching your girlfriend, Draco?” Blaise let out a belligerent laugh. “She’s hot, isn’t she? Too bad you’ll both be dead soon…”
“Tarantellagra!” Draco had raised his wand before Blaise even opened his mouth again.
He could do better, but he had to toy with Blaise for a while first. He was feverish and shaky and faded in and out of unreal hallucinations, but he had to win this duel.
And thankfully, he knew just the secret weapon for Blaise, poor oh-so-easily-scared Blaise.
“Accio spiders! Oppugno!”

xxxxxxxxxxxx

Ginny had managed to avoid wizarding duels since the battle of Hogwarts. She’d feared she would be rusty and untrained, but the fighter reflexes in her bod seemed to have stayed there. Her body moved on pure instinct, she spat out spells whose effect she didn’t even remember, and she seemed to be doing just fine. The training from Dumbledore’s Army was apparently still really useful. The adrenaline rush from the duel made her forget both hunger and fatigue, and there was nothing in the world but her, Astoria and the spells that flew through the wind.
Every now and then when she had the chance, she shot a sideway glance at Draco. His skin was practically transparent and beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead, but his delirious eyes still glowed of determination, and it was enough for her heart to flutter.
For a split second, that was. She had to maintain all her focus on Astoria.

xxxxxxxxx

It was late at night, and his body was sweating from fever, but Draco didn’t feel the slightest bit tired. Exhausted, perhaps. His limbs and muscles were sore as if he’d just had a tough quidditch practice, but he wasn’t tired. Draco Malfoy was not tired.
Tired meant giving up, and if there was one thing he refused to do, it was that. Light was flashing all around him as sparks flew from his, Blaise’s, Ginny’s and Astoria’s wands. Harsh winter winds made him shiver and once in a while an agonising spell would hit him, but he fought on. He’d always been pretty skilled at duels, and from what he remembered from his Hogwarts years, he was significantly better than Blaise. Their fight was not settled.

Time seemed to move differently. He was clueless whether their duel had been going on for ten minutes or two hours – but it didn’t matter. He had also absolutely no idea which time of the day it was. It was dark, but then again, December in Great Britain meant darkness during all hours of the day. The darkness would’ve been a problem, but the on-going action seemed to have given him excellent nightvision.
Conjuctivis. Rictusempra. Densaugeo. Petrificus Totalus.
The spells didn’t affect Blaise for more than a minute before he found some sort of counterspell or antidote. He had to step up his game if he wanted to win this, but the fight had started to wear him down, and he could feel himself getting weaker by the minute.
It wasn’t really legal, but as he watched Ginny duel with eminent competence, saw her red hair flying around her in airspeed, he knew there was no way out if he wanted to protect them both.
There was the risk that one of them would survive, of course. That would mean a probable life-time sentence in Azkaban for him and a dangerous life-time enemy for Ginny, but there was also a chance in him succeeding. And it was worth taking.
“Sectumsempra Maxima!”

xxxxx

Ginny had never seen so much blood at the same time. Not even in the battle of Hogwarts. The profit of magical battles – they usually don’t make that much of a mess. But Draco had used a spell she recognized all too well, and now they all stood petrified, unable to take their eyes away from the bleeding shell of a human being. Blaise’s face expression was twisted and just wrong, and he didn’t move a limb while the red, thick liquid gushed from his wounds. Ginny was trying to watch Astoria closely, prepared for the onslaught that was to come, but Draco’s terrified eyes were screaming out for her. It’s okay, she tried to say with her gaze. Sometimes there’s no way out. Sometimes you have to do horrible things to survive. It will be okay. We will be okay.
We won’t, said Draco’s eyes. Then they filled with a fear she’d never seen in his eyes before, and she could practically see how a scream was rising in his throat, but she never heard it before someone pushed her and she plummeted towards her guaranteed death.

xxxxxxxx


Draco was now entirely sure someone had taken over his body. This was out of his competence. He’d definitely earned himself a bunk in Azkaban already.
But somehow, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. All his care had been blown away, gone with the wind, not leaving a single trace behind.

He lifted his wand towards the woman who’d destroyed his life, sabotaged his self-esteem and wrecked a once perfectly fine life into a miserable bare existence. A look of slight surprise flew over her cruel face, as if she hadn’t expected this much of him. Of course she hadn’t. She never had.
“You destroyed me”, whispered Draco, pointing his wand in exasperation. “But that’s okay. We’ll settle it now.”
“Of course we will, Draco-kins. You don’t have anyone else, remember? I made sure of that. Did you know that I am the reason your mother is sick? I poisoned her.” She laughed, a terrifying laugh that echoed over the cliff-walls. “But you can’t help it. You still love me, deep inside. You know that we’re made for each other.”
“Sectumsempra Maxima!”
He didn’t even stay to see the outcome. He just jumped, and fell towards the sea with stupefying velocity.
__________________________________________________________
Merry Christmas Cliffhanger!

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK JAG POSTADE DETTA KAPITEL OCH REDIGERADE ALLA EN MILJON SNEDA SAKER OCH SEDAN RADERADE MUGGLIS HELA SKITEN
förlåt ska bara vara lite arg nu aaaarrrgghhhh

GOD JUL!
Ni får hemskt gärna ge mig fina kommentarer i julklapp, haha ♥ Nejmen det är alltid kul att höra vad ni gillar och inte gillar. Verkligen.
Om ni vill läsa mer av vad jag skriver får ni gärna följa min blogg!


Chapter 18; A wizarding duel

“Astoria”, Draco whispered, slowly ascending from the couch he’d been temporarily parked in. A dark-skinned and well-known face to them both appeared in the doorway next to Astoria.
“And Blaise.” He introduced himself with a venomous smile. “We’re about to settle this.”
“We’re about to settle what, exactly?” So far, Astoria had done nothing but provoke a flaming anger, since long lingering in Ginny’s chest. She felt thankful for the fact that her wand sat safely in her back pocket, and she reached for it.
“Oh, but Weasley, you were always a clever one.” Astoria grinned with malevolence. “You know.”
“I don’t, actually.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Ginny, stop it.” A faint whisper was heard from Draco, who stood only a few inches behind her. “It’s not worth it.”
“Exactly. Listen to your boyfriend.” Blaise snickered, ironically. “We’re after revenge, you moron. Justice, one might call it.”
“If I recall this right, you were the one who burned our house to the ground”, spat Ginny with her eyes locked on Astoria’s. “Unless you’re so called justice is one big fat apology and a life-long promise to leave us alone, I think we may have a different view on the concept.”
She’d barely eaten, barely slept, and she’d spent her last 24 hours being worried out of her mind. Ginny Weasley felt pretty grumpy already, and this discussion wasn’t brightening her mood perceptibly.
“We might have, indeed. But no worries, I’ll explain it all to you.” Astoria flashed another one of her blinding white smiles. “You stole my husband.” She pointed her index finger at Ginny. “And you were arrogant enough to believe you were strong enough to stand up for yourself. “
“You don’t own me”, Draco whispered. “You think you do, but you don’t.”
“Maybe not legally. But you have pledged your loyalty to me. Lost your own ring, have you?” She spun the thin golden ring on her ring finger, then gave them another smile. Ginny had grown to detest those smiles so intensely it almost chocked her. They reminded her of a young Tom Riddle, handsome and charming but immeasurably evil, and it brought up even more anger, all of it lingering in her chest since long.
“Well, nice to have a lovely little chat with you.” Blaise threw his wand in the air, catching it with the skill of a well-trained quidditch player. “But I’m afraid we can’t be long. What do you think, As?”
“I think you’re right, Blaise.” She drew her wand at that, and Ginny did the same. “That’s why we’re going to challenge you both to a Wizard’s duel. I’ll duel you”, said Astoria, meeting Ginny’s hostile gaze. “Draco, honey”, she pronounced the words like they were ugly diseases, “you’ll duel Blaise.”

Okay. Ginny could handle a duel, but she was definitely doubting whether Draco could. There weren’t many options, but she could think of one. It could work, for now.
She grabbed Draco’s shaking hand and focused all of her conscience at the one place she’d always associated with safety. Unfortunately, two other hands reached out for her as well.

xxxxxxxxx

When the familiar but still vividly unpleasant sensation of choking while you spiralled through time and space finally ceased, Draco found himself in a place he’d never been before. As he scrutinized the surroundings, he almost felt sad for himself.
The place must’ve been unrealistically beautiful during the summer months, he thought. It wasn’t too bad during winter, either.
They were standing on a magnificent cliff, overlooking the waterside a gaping 20 metres below them. The cliff-stones were shaped in meticulous and elaborate patterns, and Draco imagined it must be one heck of a climb to mount them. He sure was in no shape to try. Waves continued their constant movements as he watched, ebb and flow doing what they’d done since the creation of the Earth. A loud splash was heard every time a wave met with the cliff wall, creating a calming soundtrack. He found it merely ironic in combination with the tension that was hovering in the air above it.

Draco could’ve stayed there for all of eternity, just observing and trying to capture a picture of the landscape in his mind. At a relatively short distance, perhaps a kilometre away, stood a three-floor cottage, built so that it looked like someone had stolen it from a fairy-tale. Draco wished he could live there.
“It’s my oldest brother Bill’s house.” Ginny had noticed his fascinated gaze. “It was my aunt’s before that.”
“It’s beautiful”, Draco whispered. Maybe, he thought. Maybe the part about Astoria and Blaise is all a dream and we’re just going to spend a weekend here.
“Small-talking, are you? Romantic compliments, perhaps?” Astoria’s cold voice reminded him it wasn’t a dream. “I guess we all have our different strategies.”
“I guess we do, Astoria.” If Astoria’s voice was chilly, Ginny’s was below zero. “Vespertilio!”
A cloud of black, winged and mouse-like creatures flew out from her wand, towards Astoria with a high-pitched cry of battle. Draco felt a surge of pride over Ginny, but it was quickly extinguished when Astoria answered with a well-aimed Incendio. But just as Draco prepared for the worst, Ginny’s excellent quidditch player-reflexes saved her and she dodged the flames with tight but still existing margin.
“Watching your girlfriend, Draco?” Blaise let out a belligerent laugh. “She’s hot, isn’t she? Too bad you’ll both be dead soon…”
“Tarantellagra!” Draco had raised his wand before Blaise even opened his mouth again.
He could do better, but he had to toy with Blaise for a while first. He was feverish and shaky and faded in and out of unreal hallucinations, but he had to win this duel.
And thankfully, he knew just the secret weapon for Blaise, poor oh-so-easily-scared Blaise.
“Accio spiders! Oppugno!”

xxxxxxxxxxxx

Ginny had managed to avoid wizarding duels since the battle of Hogwarts. She’d feared she would be rusty and untrained, but the fighter reflexes in her bod seemed to have stayed there. Her body moved on pure instinct, she spat out spells whose effect she didn’t even remember, and she seemed to be doing just fine. The training from Dumbledore’s Army was apparently still really useful. The adrenaline rush from the duel made her forget both hunger and fatigue, and there was nothing in the world but her, Astoria and the spells that flew through the wind.
Every now and then when she had the chance, she shot a sideway glance at Draco. His skin was practically transparent and beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead, but his delirious eyes still glowed of determination, and it was enough for her heart to flutter.
For a split second, that was. She had to maintain all her focus on Astoria.

xxxxxxxxx

It was late at night, and his body was sweating from fever, but Draco didn’t feel the slightest bit tired. Exhausted, perhaps. His limbs and muscles were sore as if he’d just had a tough quidditch practice, but he wasn’t tired. Draco Malfoy was not tired.
Tired meant giving up, and if there was one thing he refused to do, it was that. Light was flashing all around him as sparks flew from his, Blaise’s, Ginny’s and Astoria’s wands. Harsh winter winds made him shiver and once in a while an agonising spell would hit him, but he fought on. He’d always been pretty skilled at duels, and from what he remembered from his Hogwarts years, he was significantly better than Blaise. Their fight was not settled.

Time seemed to move differently. He was clueless whether their duel had been going on for ten minutes or two hours – but it didn’t matter. He had also absolutely no idea which time of the day it was. It was dark, but then again, December in Great Britain meant darkness during all hours of the day. The darkness would’ve been a problem, but the on-going action seemed to have given him excellent nightvision.
Conjuctivis. Rictusempra. Densaugeo. Petrificus Totalus.
The spells didn’t affect Blaise for more than a minute before he found some sort of counterspell or antidote. He had to step up his game if he wanted to win this, but the fight had started to wear him down, and he could feel himself getting weaker by the minute.
It wasn’t really legal, but as he watched Ginny duel with eminent competence, saw her red hair flying around her in airspeed, he knew there was no way out if he wanted to protect them both.
There was the risk that one of them would survive, of course. That would mean a probable life-time sentence in Azkaban for him and a dangerous life-time enemy for Ginny, but there was also a chance in him succeeding. And it was worth taking.
“Sectumsempra Maxima!”

xxxxx

Ginny had never seen so much blood at the same time. Not even in the battle of Hogwarts. The profit of magical battles – they usually don’t make that much of a mess. But Draco had used a spell she recognized all too well, and now they all stood petrified, unable to take their eyes away from the bleeding shell of a human being. Blaise’s face expression was twisted and just wrong, and he didn’t move a limb while the red, thick liquid gushed from his wounds. Ginny was trying to watch Astoria closely, prepared for the onslaught that was to come, but Draco’s terrified eyes were screaming out for her. It’s okay, she tried to say with her gaze. Sometimes there’s no way out. Sometimes you have to do horrible things to survive. It will be okay. We will be okay.
We won’t, said Draco’s eyes. Then they filled with a fear she’d never seen in his eyes before, and she could practically see how a scream was rising in his throat, but she never heard it before someone pushed her and she plummeted towards her guaranteed death.

xxxxxxxx


Draco was now entirely sure someone had taken over his body. This was out of his competence. He’d definitely earned himself a bunk in Azkaban already.
But somehow, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. All his care had been blown away, gone with the wind, not leaving a single trace behind.

He lifted his wand towards the woman who’d destroyed his life, sabotaged his self-esteem and wrecked a once perfectly fine life into a miserable bare existence. A look of slight surprise flew over her cruel face, as if she hadn’t expected this much of him. Of course she hadn’t. She never had.
“You destroyed me”, whispered Draco, pointing his wand in exasperation. “But that’s okay. We’ll settle it now.”
“Of course we will, Draco-kins. You don’t have anyone else, remember? I made sure of that. Did you know that I am the reason your mother is sick? I poisoned her.” She laughed, a terrifying laugh that echoed over the cliff-walls. “But you can’t help it. You still love me, deep inside. You know that we’re made for each other.”
“Sectumsempra Maxima!”
He didn’t even stay to see the outcome. He just jumped, and fell towards the sea with stupefying velocity.
__________________________________________________________
Merry Christmas Cliffhanger!

Men SLUTA jag får panik jag hatar cliffhangers : (((

Apart från det så var det ett jättebra kapitel och !!! Astoria !!! så hemsk men så himla bra skriven!! Du har verkligen fått mig att hata henne.
Hela duellen var on point tbh - jag tyckte verkligen om allt med Ginny i det här kapitlet (och i alla andra).