AN: This is just another small Dramione oneshot! I actually have loads more on instagram, so if any of you like dramione and has instagram check my instagram: bluesugarcubes Thanks!

Disclaimer: Draco can have Hermione. But Tom is mine, sorry girls :P (haha, jk, all HP characters go to J.K Rowling)

It was deathly silent. Not a single sound was heard in the large manor. Darkness seeped through the walls, evil magic swirls around the proud blonde, standing tall. A petite, beautifully tragic blonde woman stood beside her husband, her blue grey eyes glassy and emotionless. A boy, standing close to his mother, bright blonde hair like his father, sharp features and grey eyes as clear as day. His heart bitter and selfish from the abuse he had for so many years. Not a single tear ever came out of his eyes in that house. Even now.

Then there was screaming. Painful screaming. A pale, dying girl laid on the freezing marble floor. A crackle of glee came from the madwoman as she digs the knife in the girl's arm.

Mudblood. Just a Mudblood.

"Please! Please!"

Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Where is it? How did you find it?"
"I-I'm telling the tru-ah!" Tears poured down her thin, pale face.

Just a Mudblood. Nothing else.

"Harry! Ron! Please!" She begs, screaming, withering on the floor but was stopped with a scream as the lunatic digs deeper, carving the second O.

Laughter in his ears, her smile not far from his reach, mocking him.

"Let me ask you again." The woman asks, disturbingly calm. "Where did you find it?"
"I don't know!" The girl spat back, the fire in the caramel golden brown eyes. She still has it. However, it disappears as her eyes shut again, screaming as the woman with glittering dark eyes start on the d.

Stop it Granger. Stop screaming. Please.

Shouts and screams were heard from down the cellars. "Hermione! Hermione!" He can recognize the ginger haired boy's voice. "Hermione!" The other roared, the bars shaking from their shaking and grip.

"Common. Just once, please?" She pouts, his heart melting. She takes his hand. Her fingers brush against his cool skin, heat raditating from her.

Heart shattering wails came from those parched, broken lips from hers.

They were so near. So close. He pulls her closer, their face inches apart. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon overtake his senses.

He clenches his fists, watching the horrific scene. That psychotic aunt of his was done. The word was complete. Blood dripped down the skin of the girl, the fire in her eyes slowly fading. He had to do something. Quick.

"You know I love you, right?"
"Yes."

Dobby.

He silently thought, the elf appeared to his eyes, silent. The blonde boy, surprised that the elf decides to come, manages to turn around without his father seeing. "Go, save Potter, Weasley and Granger. Get them out of here. Quick." The elf's eyes widen but nods, disappearing again in a flash. He lets out a sigh of relief and worry as he turns around, not noticing his mother's cool eyes watching him from the corner of her eyes.

"Don't do this. Please Draco."

Jaw tensed and fists still clenched, he watches her slowly fading away. The crazy woman about to kill the only other person he ever cared.

"Goodbye."

There was shouts and screams, feeling his wand being snatched as there was a final pop of apparition and cries of despair from his aunt. He closes his eyes, a disturbing smile on his lips as he was roughly shoved to the ground, his aunt throwing curses and pain to the poor boy, in frustration and anger.

You better be alive, Granger.