Hello everyone! I've wanted to do a Dramione for a while so here it is. I know it doesn't comply exactly with TDH but this is hardly a canon ship. Also this is my second fanfiction so cut me some slack. (My first is Hayniss/Haymiss if you're interested in reading it, it's almost done.)
As soon as I knew we were going to be captured I hit Harry with the stinging jinx. Ron whispered 'Shell Cottage' in my ear and next thing I knew we were in a mansion.
The Malfoy Manor to be exact, judging by the fact that Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy all sat in armchairs around a fire.
One of the snatchers took us down a flight of stairs into what could only be described as a dungeon. I inhaled deeply trying to calm myself.
"Harry? Is that you?" A very familiar voice asked from the shadows.
"Luna?" Ron whispered in horror.
He flicked the deluminator and lights hovered in the air around us.
The Ravenclaw I had known was gone, replaced by a pale face that had obviously not seen the sun in ages, matted and dirty blond hair, and dull eyes. A ghost of what Luna used to be.
"Funny seeing you here Mr. Potter," another voice said and Mr. Ollivander stepped out from the shadows.
He too was pale and gaunt. He looked like a man who had been tortured within an inch of his life. In fact he probably had if half of Harry's visions were true.
"How long have you been here?" I murmured, still shocked that humans could be reduced to this.
"We lost count after several weeks," yet another voice hissed out. This one I didn't recognize.
Harry seemed to recognize the newcomer immediately. "Griphook?"
"Mr. Potter," The goblin answered as politely as a goblin could
No one spoke as Bellatrix's screech echoed through the manor..
"How did you get this sword!? Did that filthy little mudblood have it!? THIS WAS IN MY VAULT AT GRINGOTTS!" Bellatrix screeched from upstairs. "Go get that piece of filth! I will find out who is responsible for this!"
Ron pushed me behind him. "Stay back Hermione."
"Mudblood! Miss Lestrange wishes to see you," The squeaky voice of Peter Pettigrew ordered from the doorway.
"She's not going with you!" Ron snarled back.
Suddenly he was flying backwards. I flinched as he hit the stone wall with a sickening crunch.
"I have permission to kill that one and I happily will if you don't come with me!" Pettigrew laughed.
I walked toward him, trying in vain to hide the tremor in my step. He chuckled again and pulled open the door, pointing his wand around the cell so no one would attempt to escape. As if any of us would be so stupid.
"Hermione! No!" Ron called weakly.
I ignored him, not wanting him to get killed on my behalf, and allowed myself to be led up the stairs by the disgusting little rat.
Bellatrix stood waiting, a knife in her hand and wand in the other. Malfoy lounged in a chair off to the side, looking bored. Whatever was about to happen to me would alleviate his boredom, I was sure.
"Come here mudblood," Bellatrix ordered.
I didn't move. I refused to answer to mudblood.
"Crucio," the witch whispered softly.
My blood boiled, bones melted and all I could feel was pain. I refused to give her the satisfaction of screaming, biting into my lip instead. Seconds stretched into minutes and minutes into hours. When the curse finally stopped I was laying on the floor. It couldn't have been more than ten seconds.
"When I tell you to come, you come over here you filth!" She snarled.
Shakily I stood and walked over to her, not wanting to feel the cruciatus curse again.
"Now, where did you get that sword?" Bellatrix asked, venom dripping from her words.
"We found it, in the woods," I answered fighting down tears of pain. The truth wouldn't hurt anyone I figured.
She shoved me down to the floor so she was pressing all her body weight on me.
"LIAR! THIS WAS IN MY VAULT!" She screamed.
Something cold pressed into my left arm. Panicking I looked at my arm. Her knife was pressed against my skin.
"Tell me the truth you mudblood filth!" She hissed.
"It really was in the woods," I whimpered.
She pressed the knife into my arm and the pain took a moment to register. I couldn't help the scream this time, even though I knew it was hurting my friends in the dungeons to hear it. Never had I released such a sound. High pitched and hideous, like the golden eggs from the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Please... please... stop! I'm not lying." I begged.
Bellatrix stopped slicing into my arm.
"Yes you are, and I will make sure this mark of your repulsiveness never fades," she cackled wickedly.
Sobbing I stole a glance at my arm. Through the blood I could only just make out the start of a word. Just 'mud' was there.
"CRUCIO!" She laughed.
There was more conviction in her word this time, I could tell. The pain was worse, everything started going red, and I could hear someone screaming behind the veil of agony. It took me a second to realize it was me. Then the torture stopped.
"I bet you want to be more forthcoming with information now, don't you mudblood?" She grinned wickedly.
I twitched on the ground, still feeling the aftershocks. A moan was my only response.
She sighed, "Fine."
She spent a painfully long time carving 'blood' into my arm. I contained the screams for a minute before the torture became too much. Ron and Harry yelled my name from the dungeon.
"Now, how did you get into my vault!?"
I barely processed her words, partly because I was losing blood steadily, and partly because I could barely think through the haze of pain.
"We. Never. Went. To. Your. Vault." I hissed fighting the pain, like Harry when he broke his arm, and again when he fought Voldemort in our fourth year.
She stood up, but I couldn't summon the strength to move.
"Crucio," Bellatrix murmured again, lazily.
I wanted to be sick from the pain. I wanted to cry again but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. And then I heard Malfoy laughing. The curse stopped.
I had hoped he would save me. As much as we hated each other I hoped he would make the pain stop. I twitched and he laughed again.
"Not so high and mighty now are you?" He asked.
His voice made me sick.
"Expelliarmus" Harry yelled. The spell hit Bellatrix.
Harry yelled.
They'd gotten out... somehow. Malfoy dropped to the floor grabbing his aunt's knife and then my hair. He hauled me to my feet and I felt the cold blade on my throat. Not to mention I was pressed against Malfoy and barely able to stand.
"Stop or she dies!" He yelled. Harry and Ron froze. "Drop your wands, I won't hesitate to kill the mudblood."
Please review! I always try to update ASAP but more reviews motivate me to update faster. I hope you enjoyed this and will continue reading. Love you guys! (My Hayniss/Haymiss is called 'I Trust You' by the way.) Also I know most Dramiones are similair so I'm trying to make this as unique as possible.