Living in Hell

by TheUrbanWriter

He used to be her Draco. But something has taken root in him, something far worse than the vanquished Lord Voldemort. It whispers death in his ears, it spreads blood lust through his veins. She knows he must die. But how can she kill him when he's all she has? When he's everything she knows?

1. Memoirs

He's holding her down, under the water. Her waving arms and legs thrash about violently, trying to dislodge him. But he holds on tight. She manages to connect her fist with his face, bruising the pale skin. Bubbles stream out of her mouth as she panics. Slowly, her movements grow weaker. When she's at the brink of unconsciousness, he pulls her up, out of the water.

She gasps. Air is scraping down her raw throat. Her chest heaves. Moaning, she looks at the face of her attacker. He is glaring at her sadistically.

"You are mine," he hisses. "Do you hear me? You are mine." As she stares into his grey eyes, she only sees hatred and cold anger.

"I'm sorry." Her voice sounds rough and it's too painful to talk.

He slaps her across the face. Then, leaning towards her, he grabs her chin. "You will not say sorry. That is not enough. Here is a reminder of who you belong to." He takes out his wand. A flash of orange light blinds her. Then she screams in pain.

He has carved one letter into the flesh of her back; D. As a wave of crimson pours onto the grass, she slumps to the floor, black obscuring her vision. The last thing she hears is Draco's voice gently whispering, "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry."