Conserva Me Ab Inferno

Save me From Hell

A Dramione fanfiction by Silverlining

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns them all except for my plot mmkay?

A/N; this is my first shot at writing Dramione, hope you guys like it ^^


Chapter 1: Evado (escape)

"Give me Draco" A slithery, menacing voice said, growling at a woman with platinum blonde hair, "Send him in now."

"Yes my lord." The woman whispered, fear evident in her voice. With a flick of her wand, a wizened, old house-elf appeared, dressed in a tattered pillowcase, "Blinky, tell your master Draco to head here, immediately.'

"Yes Mistress." The house-elf said, disappearing after a quick bow, only to appear moments later with a young man following his wake, the man's white face drawn with fear, approaching the long table and doing all he can to avoid looking at the unearthly man seated at the head of the table.

"You called, my Lord?" Draco said, his voice that was normally full of haught, now feeble and fearful. He inched his eyes upward, mustering the courage to stand looking at the man's face, stopping short at the almost nonexistent line of the lips, his heart skipping beats with dread.

"Relax, Draco, I only want a little word; come forward." The snake-like man said, his voice full of menace, giving a little smirk that sent shivers down Draco's spine.

Draco willed his feet to move forward, every step he made echoing all throughout the big chamber, his eyes trained on the spotless, marble floor. He stopped short of three seats away from Voldemort, his eyes still downcast, as if afraid that if he dared look, the Dark Lord might burn his eyes to ashes.

"Sit." Voldemort hissed. Draco moved to sit on the chair in front of him until he heard Voldemort speak, "Beside me."

He hastened to move on the chair beside Voldemort and sat down. He looked at the silk tablecloth, tracing the patterns with his eyes, still too afraid to look at the dreadful man beside him. He felt Voldemort look at him, his piercing gaze telling him that he's being subject to Legilimancy. He quickly pushed his deepest secrets to the back of his mind, shielding them with his will-power and knowledge in Occlumency, attempting to retain the last bit of him the Dark Lord still hasn't probed into.

"Harry Potter killed Nagini under your watch." Voldemort began. Draco felt his throat constrict as nerves overpowered him; he made sure that last bit of treachery was pushed at the very back of his mind, he hoped Voldemort didn't plow through it, but rather, just heard it from his dear Aunt. "I expected so highly of you; I was once hoping that you'd surpass your father's ability of judgement." He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Draco's trembling lips, "Apparently not."

Draco suppressed the urge to gulp and looked at the wand nervously. He was shaking all over; cold sweat running down his back. So this is it then, but better this than anything else.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort growled, a jet of grin light shooting out of his wand. Draco opened his eyes and suppressed a cry as he saw his mother lay limp on the ground, her silvery, grey eyes glassy and lifeless.

Voldemort looked amused as Draco leapt on his feet and scrambled up the table, jumping down at the floor on the other side, gripping his mother's hand. He merely sat back and drank wine as the young man gave him one lasting look of contempt before disapparating, leaving him in the dark chamber.

A sinister grin spreads on Voldemort's lips


Draco appeared amidst a clump of trees, his heart pounding wildly as he looked at the wrist encased in his hand. He knelt down and pulled his mother's limp body closer, a cascade of tears peppered on the late Narcissa Malfoy's face.

"Mother." Draco whispered, planting a kiss on his mother's cold forehead before laying her on the forest ground and standing up. He took out his wand and waved it over an expanse of earth beside his mother, making the earth dig a pit for itself. He knelt back down and unclasped a necklace with the Malfoy crest from her neck and put it around his own, before standing back up and pointing his wand at her body.

"Mobilicorpus." He murmured, guiding his mother's body towards the pit, sealing it after she was laid gently. His knees buckled and gave way as the tears in his eyes never stopped. She's gone; the only person who cared and loved him without expectations or anything in return is gone.

Mother….

He laid down on the earth, too tired to move into a safer place, too sad to even think. He only wanted to lay where his mother is laid, wanted to sleep beside her even for one last time. Wanted to feel her loving arms wrap around his cold being and make him feel safe again. But it's all too much to wish for.


Hermione woke up to the sound of crickets, shivering as the thin blanket fell down around her. She got up quickly as she realized that she was alone, groping around for her wand.

"Damn!" She hissed as she remembered about their plan; Harry and Ron returned to Grimmauld Place after they lost Hogwarts to Voldemort, waiting for the Order while she stays in these woods. They told her that it would be safer if she stayed, seeing that if something went wrong, they can easily apparate back to her, ensuring another safehouse if ever they needed to retreat. As she was an apt healer, (having studied most of their books at Hogwarts before even the war started) she would make a great one and ensure them that she could guarantee the health of anyone injured. She yawned and found her wand under her pillow and put on her boots and coat, getting ready to do her daily rounds.

She moved towards the barriers and checked their strength, every now and then muttering and renewing enchantments. She stopped at a particular spot and frowned, raising her wand.

"Salvio Hexia…Repello Muggleton." She said, smiling contentedly as a soft breeze of cool air passed over her in a protective dome, encompassing about a couple of acres from where she stood. She turned to leave.

"Granger?" She heard a soft whisper behind her, looking around and stifled a gasp. A young man with platinum blonde hair, although dirtied in a couple of spots as she noticed, and stormy, gray eyes looked at the area where she is, although she knew he can't possibly see her with the enchantments she made, "Granger, is that you?"

'Shoot! How did he know?' Hermione cursed and willed her feet to move, wanting to avoid the boy; what was he doing here anyway?

"Wait Granger! I'm not going to hurt you! Listen!" Draco said, breaking into a run, colliding into Hermione's barrier. Hermione gasped as Draco was thrown a few meters away, into a clump of bushes, his wand laying just outside the barrier. Hermione hesitated and picked up the wand, thinking if she should follow him.

Hermione stopped short, gasping as she saw Draco stand up, only later to be flanked by three, hooded figures, leering menacingly at the blonde.

"Well what do we have here? Young Master Malfoy, how charming." One of them said, flashing a yellow, toothy grin at him, "I think your father might pay a good price for your…er…safe return."

Draco gritted his teeth and stood up, groping in his pockets for his wand while looking at his adversaries, 'Snatchers' he thought, his eyes darting from one after the other. He settled his gaze back at the man who spoke, thinking that this might be the leader, "What do you want? You should go about looking for mudbloods and blood-traitors. Leave me alone." He said in a most menacing tone he could muster, but failing miserably when he found out that his wand was gone. The men laughed and took a step forward, Draco taking a step back by impulse. He swore to himself, damning his instincts to flee,; he's not gonna run, not anymore.

"Don't think of yourself so highly, Malfoy; you're not in the Dark Lord's favor anymore." The man moved forward and guffawed, the sound making Draco's blood boil, "Daddy's not here to help you boy. Come quietly or I'll be forced to - ." The man was cut short, finding himself flung several feet in the air, making his comrades start in surprise and pull their wands out. Draco heard a shuffling of leaves and yelped as he was dragged backward by the collar. He struggled, snatching away at the invisible entity that seemed to be pulling him farther away from the snatchers, noticing a slight change in atmosphere, like plunging into a warm room after playing in the snow, and gasped as he was released, looking behind him and finding a pair of brown eyes locking with his gray ones before looking back at the two men.

"Granger?" Draco whispered, earning a stern look from Hermione and a signal to shut up. He turned around, watching as the Snatchers' leader finally came to view, limping painfully and hexing one of the men in frustration. They collected their bearings and ran off towards the far end of the forest. Draco turned around to look at Hermione, noticing her once, bushy hair now well tamed and pulled back into a ponytail, the wavy locks cascading down her shoulders and glittering gold when hit with moonlight. Hermione seemed to notice him staring and looked at him, her brown eyes glowing fiercely with a fire he didn't know she had, "Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to hunt us down?"

"On the contrary, I was just running away." He said, brushing the dirt off his clothes, "I probably am crazy to thank you, but then again maybe I won't" Draco grinned.

"Git, do you honestly think I'd believe you?" She said, pointing her wand at Draco's face. She narrowed her eyes in loathing, scoffing as he gave her that trademark smirk.

"Why did you save me then?" He asked. Hermione fell silent; she didn't know herself. She fiddled around in her robes subconsciously, her hand getting out Draco's wand.

"Look, you even have my wand, do you expect me to put up a fight?" Draco said weakly, he felt his head spin but retained composure; he's not going to let a mudblood see him in his worst.

"Knowing you, I'm not surprised if you have poisoned darts shooting out from your hands." Hermione said, not bothering to lower her wand. Draco fought the impulse to roll his eyes and sighed, "Look Granger, I really am telling the truth, you can keep my wand if you want to but if you don't want to listen to what I have to say, you can toss it out of this bloody barrier and just let me run away with it." He said. Hermione's shoulders relaxed as she lowered her wand a bit, raising n eyebrow, "What do you want?"

"I want to come with you." Draco said, attempting to step forward towards the brunette, almost stumbling in the process, "Granger."

"What?" Hermione hissed, raising her wand again, "You have the nerve!"

"I was acting under You-Know-Who's orders. Now don't go saying his name; it's still charmed to work as a tracker for whoever says it. Figured only strong and opposing wizards will not hesitate to use it."

"Tell me something I don't know." Hermione growled, remembering how the Burrow was attacked during Bill and Fleur's wedding, "Do you have any proof that you're not a scum of a Death Eater then?"

Draco shakily rolled up the sleeves of his filthy dress shirt and showed her both his arms, both unblemished except for a few bruises and dirt, "See?" He said, looking up at Hermione, his world starting to spin, "I know this sounds stupid, but I ran away from home because -."

"You were scared." Hermione finished with her insufferably-know-it-all voice, earning a heated look from the blonde.

"You would be, if you're subject to torture every now and then." Draco wheezed, making Hermione blink, taken aback, "I'm not gonna waste my time here if you're not gonna help me, I'd have my wand back now." He said, trying to move towards her. He cursed as his legs gave way, everything around him going in slow motion. He felt soft arms catch him, a whiff of vanilla and raspberry invading his nose. He closed his eyes and the spinning stopped, the only sound he heard was his mother calling out his name.

'Draco'

End Chapter 1


Oookay so I'm gonna warn you now, Draco will be a bit or tad OOC…or not…I just don't want him to be portrayed as someone badassy not losing his cool kind of guy; he'd be the same git, only softer and more vulnerable rather than seemingly immortal and free of physical (or emotional) pain that I've seen other authors circling around here tend to write, I'm just going to keep them rooted, more human-like if want of a better word, but hey please do review, I'd much appreciate constructive criticisms and flames if you want, though I warn you, my knowledge in colorful vocabularies might work as a decent fire extinguisher so let's not rather cross that line and just be civil mmkay?

Let me know what you think ^^

-Silverlining