Disc Hp belongs to Jkr. storyline, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.
A/N Loosely based on: not over. I actually wrote this first. In here Draco behaves very bad, no grey areas, he does wrong. I haven't written the ending, but it doesn't look good for him. I know we all have done things we are not proud of, but some might not be possible to right. Warning : AU-Draco is neither a bad guy not a monster, but someone who made a big mistake by choice.. I recommend you don't read this work if you don't like or understand the concept of alternate realities. This is not a Draco-Hermione. Thanks/be well.
No More Tears
Not the Bride
Hermione was broken hearted, she shouldn't have come.
She couldn't stop crying, "Stop it no more crying, he has chosen," Hermione admonished and looked at herself, the unforgiving mirror showed her face puffy and red.
She reached for her wand when a soft hand touched her face. She looked up but nobody was around, whatever. She wasn't left alone since the torture. She knew her guard was there, invisible. Angrily, she said aloud, "Out of here, now," her teeth clenched.
She saw her face reflection on the mirror, not one tear, her make up was untouched. "Sorry," she whispered, but she was now alone.
Right on time, the bride and two more came in. Hermione knew that they wanted to see her broken. Her lipstick was fresh; on her hand, she had an open tube. She had been saved in the very nick of time, once again.
She patted her lips, controlling her hands from trembling. "Congratulations, may your future be full of happiness."
Daphne answered for her sister, "It will be if you stay away from him. He made his choice, good or bad, it is done." She turned away from Hermione who didn't say anything. Hermione understood and left the room.
She realized that they had come to see her crying. It was simple, there was no other reason for them to come into the guests Ladies Room. She went into the cloak room and bent to get her cloak when strong arms wrapped around her.
He reeked of alcohol, "Why won't you answer my owls, you locked my Floo access, why? I miss you, I cannot sleep, cannot eat. It has been weeks since I held you, since we made love."
She was starting to soften until his last selfish thoughtless words, "Today was an awful day. You ruined a most special day, my wedding day."
Hermione couldn't believe his words, "How do you dare to blame me? Forgive me if I don't understand how I am responsible for ruining your dream wedding? That is the most ludicrous thing that I ever heard. I ruined it? Why? I see, because I refused to continue shagging you? Let me go, right now. You made your choice. I am your dirty not-so-secret. Everyone knows. Never again, never, I swear."
"You knew since day one. You knew that I could never marry someone like you. Please understand, I am a Malfoy." Draco, the groom, insisted.
"No, I don't. You assume that I did. You forgot that I move in different circles. You lied and said you weren't on a relationship. I asked you that, specifically, the first day when you invited me to dinner. I only found out when Adrian invited me to go to a party; the one he was giving to celebrate you setting date." She spoke softly and calm.
But she didn't tell him the truth, she'd received an anonymous scroll. Someone told her not to go to the party and the reason why, but she was too tempted. She remembered.
She was the schadenfreude who likes to watch accidents, tragedies, the pain of others and so on. Except she came to watch her own pain. She saw her lover kissing his fiancée, over and over, and dancing and joking with her; it felt as if a knife tore her heart out.
The only redeeming moment of that awful evening, was when Adrian asked her to join the celebration dance, and she danced next to Draco. Adrian, who had held her lovingly, told her, "I shouldn't have invited you, but I wanted to be with you. Sorry, I found out too late. He isn't worth it. Here darling, show him, lean unto me." He closed his eyes in satisfaction, and when she pressed against him, he moaned softly. He wanted her; it made her happy.
When Draco saw her, his face had turned paler if all together possible, but it changed nothing. He still boasted his love for his bride to be and did so until she left.
His voice brought her out her painful memories. "I am talking to you," his voice was slurred by the alcohol he had consumed.
"Talk," was her monosyllabic answer.
"I kept thinking that you knew; by then, I was afraid you would no longer see me if I told you. Damn Adrian, he did it intentionally. The bloody ass wants you."
"You thought right, I mean it, I never want to see you again. Damn you, always blaming others. Maybe he did, but I needed to wake up. Let go, I came and now I must leave."
"No, you are mine. I told you when she has a son, I can be with you; we can go back to what we had."
"So what, do tell, will you divorce her after she has your son?
"Of course no, I cannot do that. We don't divorce, we are Malfoy."
"Stop it, who do you think I am? Do you want me but you also want to make her pregnant? Are you mad? Are you for real? Do you think this is Regency England, and I will be your side candy, your mistress? You presume that I'll wait for you. I am seeing someone."
He lost it. His hands went under her wide puffy skirt, he wanted to lower her knickers. He had opened his trousers already. Darn, she could feel his hot sex against her.
"You are mine, mine."
Quietly, she struggled trying to get away to attract any unwanted attention. She should have turned down the invitation, but she worked with him. It would look bad, she was his superior. She wished that she wasn't alone.
He held her hands, bent her forcefully, and she felt the start of a forced penetration.
Someone was in the room with them, "Draco, what are you doing? Your bride is waiting for you; are you dirtying your hands with that muddy rubbish? I asked you if there were someone else before you married; not once, twice, even after the engagement. You had your chance, even with her. Are you forcing her? Although it looks that way, I'd hope that isn't the case. Now let her go, she is a mess, a dirty mess."
Lucius stood by the door, she saw his face, he looked disgusted. Great, after she had saved all their sorry asses. Instead of calling for what it was, he assumed it was consensual. He had only asked if he might be forcing her. Draco was not only forcing her, he was raping her.
If her father found out he would not be gentle. Her father...oh goodness, she had to find the way to keep Cox quiet.
She felt sullied, violated, damn Cox. He was waiting for her, please don't let him see this, she prayed. Cox had warned her before. True that his allegiance was to her, he had covered all her affair, but not in this case. She was certain that he would tell.
"Son, let her go, this instance." When he stayed hard, still partially inside her, not moving, Lucius voice turned into steel. "Do it, or I'll make you."
Draco dropped his arms moving away all at once, but the momentum made her fall forwards, she was bent after all.
She put her hands out, saving her face. Father and son left without glancing back.
Cox was back. Resigned, she took the hand offered, got up, and found up her ripped knickers while he stood there. He picked up the fallen cloak, put it over her shoulders; afterwards she went home, leaning on a very tense Cox.
He only said, "Last time that I obey a command to endanger you, last time."
Cox ordered a bath, and called Dionisia to tend to her. Afterwards she sat on the edge of her bed. It hadn't been long when she heard him. Damm, her father was there.
"My sweet girl are you well?" Her father asked, he stood by her door, "Dionisia said you were home. Is there something wrong?"
"I am fine, I just have a headache and about to lie down."
"I am leaving tonight to catch up with your mother. But if you wish I can travel tomorrow." He father offered as he examined her carefully.
"Is it the young man in your office? He is a racist, stay away from him. He doesn't deserve you. We agreed the one would need to know what will be expected; and he would come to see me and accept."
"I don't want to talk about it." She kept her head down. She knew this couldn't end well. Her parents respected their children's privacy, but today would be the exception.
"My only daughter, for long we have catered to your wishes. We all have; I think since the moment you took your first breath. I remember your brothers, they fought to hold you, to cater to your tiniest wishes; they still do. After all, you are their only sister, and you are so very young. To out kind you are but a baby. To them, you are a miracle, their only daughter." He moved closer making her cringe inwards.
She tried her best to look calm.
"We will go along as long as we can, but you need to marry soon. That is the reason we all came. I've suspected he has done you wrong, I hope not. Be glad that your brothers have not shown up, yet. You know how they feel about anyone hurting you. They would destroy everyone, don't turn them into criminals. So choose one. They are asking questions. By the way, does he know about you?"
She shook her head.
"Best that way. He is an idiot. The entire lot are. Your brothers were right; I guess we should have gone elsewhere. It was easier, and you know the rest. Only my brother agreed, he likes the humans, but not that much. My father thought it a folly, don't make him and my sons right."
He came in the room to kiss her, and she backed up just enough for him to notice.
Her suspicious father raised an eyebrow. She knew that face, she tried to avoid his touch. When he touched her cheek, his face transformed, a nasty roar was heard by all the large house inhabitants. He heard steps outside, "STAY OUT!" He yelled. He was in full regalia showing his true self. Oh, oh.
This is bad, Hermione thought.
"Whose, his?" His anger made the air like thick syrup, a nasty taste. It actually had a flavor. It always did, her mother claimed that it made her nauseous.
She nodded, no sense in lying, she knew better.
"Well darling, the game has changed, wait here."
"Father no. Please, don't hurt them; please don't kill anyone."
Her usually dotting father wasn't listening. She wished her uncle was there; or maybe not, the two of them angry at once? She hoped that none of her brothers would show up; because if one came the other seven would follow. They would cause havoc and destruction, their motto was 'take no prisoners.' This was a nightmare.
"Cox." She was begging.
He ignored her and looked ahead. She was toast.
"You know how to get to the place where she was?"
Cox nodded. He didn't look at her, not once. His face was made out granite. She knew that she had crossed a line; she hadn't call him once to help, afraid of what he would do. Nor had she hurt Draco, what was wrong with her? She' but to flick her finger.
"Let's go, Wait, Zal come and make sure my daughter stays here, shut down all the exits. Don't leave her sight, not for an instant; even better, don't blink. Put guards by all the windows, be alert, she is my daughter. She'll take everyone down if you let your guard down. I think, hmm, better bring everyone to hold her back. Form a circle around her."
"Cox what do you know?"
Hermione sat on her bed, dreading every second, hoping for a little loyalty, at least about the near rape, not near, a failed ongoing rape. Even if her body responded, she didn't want it, or maybe she did, she no longer new. She needed to stop her father. She tried to 'call' her grandfather, but she had been isolated. All she could do was wait. She was surrounded.
Draco and Astoria were leaving on their honeymoon. All the well wishers were around the couple. Draco looked disheveled, miserable and pale. He could barely stand on his legs.
His best friends had all deserted him, they called him a coward, Adrian had set them all against him, who cared. The only one there was Greg, and he hadn't congratulated him. What he told him was that he was an idiot. "You are an arse, choosing fool's good, lying to her. You have no honor."
He still blamed others for his actions, his usual self. Maybe he was a coward after all.
It felt and sounded like an explosion.
"Where is the one by the name Draco Malfoy, the miserable undeserving slug?" A deep angry booming voice asked. It sounded amplified, it wasn't; it could be heard everywhere, but only understood by the parties involved. To others it sounded like a fierce wind.
A noxious smell permeated the air. The air turned nearly sticky, it was the taste of anger. Many guests were coughing, and some were running to find a place where to throw up.
Lucius came to deal with the strangers. They were much taller than him, cloaked in light robes, their faces covered by smoke, they didn't quite touch the floor. "Sir, you haven't been invited, leave."
"Are you the pompous ass who made her cry? You are an insect, a blind one at that. I thought you had great powers, ha." Hermione's father told Lucius.
Lucius was coming towards him firing his wand, but nothing happened.
Her father moved his finger and Lucius fell flat in his face. His wife faced him with her wand. "Sir, this is a private affair," she also went down.
Draco was half drunk and was coming after hearing his name, "I am the one you seek, this is my wedding, and you aren't welcome." His voice was slurred.
"You have a lot to answer for," he touched Draco's face, who seemed paralyzed.
"No, best this way. You are undeserving. Even worse, you are still planning to use her, to keep her a secret, you found love but you are ashamed. Foolish child, you had what many covet, kings, emperors of entire worlds, rulers of emperors, and you wasted it, you are a fool."
"Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am, blind human? If you only knew who you have wronged, if only. What I can tell you is that you will live to hurt more than she has. You will learn about the true nature of pain. But for now, most will be forgotten, for now."
And just like that, they disappeared.
Her father was seething, Cox refused to disclose it all the details. "Don't ask, it is a waste of our time, I told you where to find him."
Because who Cox was, there was little he could do. Moreover, Cox had been assigned by his father. His powerful father who adored his few granddaughters, and they could do no wrong. He didn't dare to tell his father, yet.
Hermione was upset. "I have a job, I must stay."
"No, you come with us. We'll be back have to close this loop. You still must wait." Her father was final.
"But we can..."
"No, we cannot, we are leaving, if you try to stay, I will let one of your brothers know, and you know them."
She knew that her father never said something in vain. He had never been this hard with her before. She started getting ready, when a tear started running down her cheek, she dried it angrily, "No more tears, not one more."
Cox nodded agreeing.
A/N Let me hear from you, this is a theme that I find intriguing, how much can one forgive?
