Hi... wanted to drop in and say... I absolutely love your fic "The Silk Thread". Its one of my all time favourite dramione fics. Please please do update it..
Hi Anon!!! Thanks so much! I'm so glad that you're enjoying the story so far. I promise you that I'm absolutely working on the update. I've just been struggling to find the right words lately. But here's a little angsty sneak peak of the chapter because you're lovely!:
“It’s so empty,” Hermione noted as she watched the last few stragglers launch themselves at the train through the window.
Draco nodded absentmindedly as he pulled out a book from one of the trunks overhead. “It’ll only get worse--mark my words”
Hermione was a little surprised at how cavalier he sounded. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“Should it?” He responded acerbically, and Hermione didn’t know how to respond beside an overwhelmingly harsh yes.
Instead she said nothing, and looked out the window quietly as the train slowly departed the station.
“You know the ministry won’t survive the attack,” Hermione whispered. She wasn’t sure what the Order was doing to prepare, but she knew deep in her bones that it wouldn’t be enough.
“We’ve had this conversation, Granger--”
“No we haven’t! Not really. You being neutral isn’t a conversation. It’s a non-answer--”
“We need to worry about us, not the--”
“The people who’ll be helplessly slaughtered, and controlled--”
“Merlin fuck, here we go!” Draco shouted harshly. “ Is this train compartment cursed? Last time we were in here you were in fine form then too.”
“Can you focus on the issue?”
“Can you be sensible? Or is the fog of self-righteousness too dense to allow sensibility to penetrate?”
She was in the wrong for attacking him, but he was in the wrong too. She knew it wouldn’t solve anything, but she couldn’t be there with him at that moment.
She turned her back on him and walked out of the compartment. Draco watched her leave him and he twirled the wedding band on his hand. He wondered if one day she wouldn’t return, but shook his head. Everyday the secret he shared with his father became more apparent, more true.
I’m scared of losing the love of my life.
