A/n: My fourth request story :) This requester wanted an obsessive Draco, dark story, Luna with Harry, and Hermione in Slytherin and attached to the Death Eaters. I like dark so it's right up my alley! This will be a three part saga, so look for it. Next two chapters will be up in the next two weeks, and may or may not be longer than this. Hope you enjoy :) Thanks to my beta JDeppIsMyLovely!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Rowling.
This idea was given to me by Lu Lu-Chan25 and written on request.
If looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would be a thousand times dead already. It was all his fault that she was forced to learn a different pattern of life, taken from her family and friends and thrown onto the opposite side of the spectrum. Oh she hated him, and the day he stopped paying attention would be the end of him. She just had to wait it out.
The summer before her seventh year had not gone as planned. Hermione had all the intentions of sending her parents off to safety before joining up with Harry and Ron at the Burrow to begin Horcrux hunting. That had seemed like a simple enough plan, and it would've succeeded too if it was not for the blonde bastard who stopped the plan midway.
She could hex the prat to hell and back and it would not ease her fury. Because of him life had changed, changed in a way that made things nearly impossible to bear. It was because of him that her friends thought she was dead, only to receive the rude awakening of reality via a letter days after the beginning of term when Ginny Weasley would unravel the fake truth. She did not need a letter to know she was being shunned by all of those she had once called friends.
And it was all his fault.
Being captured during the summer was one thing, but the events that followed were another nightmare entirely. She did not expect her captor to be someone she had gone to school with, nor did she expect to find the purely vicious look in his eyes the first time he allowed her to see. The scared, pathetic child who had once been Draco Malfoy had disappeared that summer, and had been replaced by a mindless killing machine. One look into those dead silver eyes would make your blood turn cold. She had hated looking up at him that first time, but she really hated how he treated her the most.
"Easy pet," he cooed, leaning down to breathe in her ear, as though his suffocating proximity of his body hovering over her form wasn't disturbing enough, "Don't cry now, don't scream. That will just make my Lord angry. Shh now, all be make sense soon."
Nothing made sense. Hours of torment from both Death Eaters and Voldemort himself did not open her eyes to what she was supposedly missing. She did not understand what the blonde meant, and after slipping into unconsciousness that first night she had no idea that she would awaken in a different kind of hell. For indeed, her journey was nowhere near over.
But Hermione didn't like to think about the summer, or the train ride to the bleak school that was once lively and joyous under Dumbledore's reign- a reign ended by the new Headmaster and the very bastard that had brought her to Voldemort. Being kept within sight of Draco Malfoy was disturbing, but she had learned early on that there was no escape from the blonde menace. Whenever he lost sight of her on the train ride to school, one of his twisted Slytherin classmates would snatch her up and bring her back to his compartment. She wished the students watching would realize something was terribly amiss and speak up- but alas, no one did, for even those who were not directly connected to the Order knew that most of Slytherin House had ties to the Dark Lord and they dared not interfere with people like that. She was left all alone.
Perhaps the feast was the worst part of her segregation. She knew that Snape and Malfoy were close- Goddamnit, Draco was his godson for Merlin's sake- but she had never imagined that the Head of Hogwarts would twist things into the blond's advantage as much as he did. For when she tried to part ways with the blonde at the doors of the Great Hall that first day back to school, he snatched her back and forced her to walk to Slytherin.
"What do you think you are doing pet? You are no Gryffindor anymore."
The confused and concerned stares that followed her lithe body across the hall felt suffocating and for the first time in her life Hermione did not want to hold her head up high- but Malfoy's grip on her arm was persistent, and she dared not look at the floor and give him and excuse to squeeze harder. She couldn't look towards Gryffindor and see the looks of betrayal she knew were being thrown her way- it would be too hard to bear.
Anyone in Slytherin who did not understand her relocation soon found out with the rest of the school why she was being placed where she was. Honestly, she assumed Snape and Malfoy could come up with a better lie than House Unity but what did she expect? From her knowledge, Draco's request to have her house switched had only gotten to Snape mere days before school started again. Obviously there was a deeper meaning to why she was being changed than anyone was letting on if such a short term request had gotten approved and switched so quickly.
But the biggest problem for Hermione currently, as her first day of her last year at Hogwarts came to a close, was hearing Malfoy say those daunting words like usual.
"Come," he whispered as they headed down to the Slytherin common room No one said anything to him as he grabbed her hand and hauled her over to the male dormitories, before scooping her up unceremoniously and carrying her up the steps. Crabbe and Goyle got the message that they were not invited to play with the new roommate and got out of the room once they entered. He threw her on the bed as the door clicked shut, undoing his cloak.
"Will you comply tonight pet," he asked tiredly, dropping his cloak onto the only chair in the door. "Or will you be as difficult as usual?"
She didn't reply, only turned her head to the side, and immediately his chuckle echoed throughout the room. "Ignoring me never works Mudblood; you know that. It is my job to do this, to question, and I would be a liar if I said it cannot be fun at times."
Yes… fun, in that twisted little sadistic mind of yours Malfoy.
He waved his wand, immobilizing her as he gathered what he needed. When he had everything, he came back to the bed and forced her to look up.
"You could make it so much easier on yourself pet, if you would only tell me what I need to get from you." He was setting the pieces down now, biding his time before he hurt her again.
She pressed her lips firmly together, refusing to respond. The moment she started talking to him was the moment that she accepted that all of this horror was real.
He sighed. "Very well, if you must be so difficult." Lifting the hem of her shirt out of the top of her skirt, he undid the buttons until her chest was bare to him, the upper half hidden only by a thin, worn bra. He hated this part of the day.
Picking up his wand and the one medal rod, he used a heating charm to warm the rod until it was burning. "I don't have to always hurt you pet. Why do you put yourself through this?"
Silence. He gave her a moment to respond before placing the hot medal on her skin, closing his eyes as it burned her flesh. She whimpered, but it had been weeks since she screamed outright. Time and time again he went through the same type of agonizing punishment, yet she never caved. Sometimes he wished she would.
"Where have Potter and Weasley gone," he asked, his tone void of emotion. She opened her eyes and glared up at him, but offered no response. Moving the burning stick to a different section of her torso, he repeated the process with a different question.
He burned her seven more times, as usual. She never gave an answer, but if his Lord found out he was not harming the girl every night as instructed, she would be removed to the care of another Death Eater where worse punishments awaited her. He cooled the rod and replaced it by the fire before turning back to her.
She closed her eyes this time. This was the part that always disturbed her more than anything else ever did. Cool lips came to rest on the burnt flesh, and she inhaled sharply as this madman again kissed away the burns. Going against orders, he trailed his lips across each wound, chanting soft words she had never been able to make out as he went. Wand aimed, the wounds would slowly close themselves until there was nothing left of the destruction he wreaked on her body each day.
She hated that he thought he could erase her pain through simple spells. The wounds ran deeper than her skin, but those were the type of marks he could never heal. The binds on her body removed themselves, and she scrambled off the bed, hoping to get out the door before he could speak.
"Stay," he muttered, just as she reached the door. She had half a mind to ignore him, but knew that he would only pursue her. She was in a nest of snakes, and they would all side with him before they gave a thought to her. Running was futile.
Strong arms locked around her upper body, still half clothed. They pulled her back into a toned body, one which had shed its shirt. "Remove this," he demanded, tugging at her over shirt. She knew he wouldn't go too far, for he never did, and shed her uniform top as well, the tie still dangling around her neck.
He was pulling on her arm now. "Come." She let him drag her back to the bed without any assistance, pulling her onto the massive bed with him. He removed the skirt next, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.
"Your roommates will notice my presence," she snapped. It was the first thing she had said since arriving.
He smoothed her hair down, pulling her into his body once more. She could feel him closer to her body now, and knew he was in the same state of undress as she was. They always were those days.
"I know," he breathed, running light fingers over her skin. "If they are smart, they shall mind their eyes."