Mend and heal two broken hearts
Summary: Draco Malfoy's mission was clear. After failing to kill Dumbledore on his own, he needed to restore his honor by charming Hermione, gaining her trust and killing her in front of her beloved friends so that the boy who lived will come willingly to the Dark lord. But soon later, he realizes falling in love with her wasn't a part of the task. Book seven disregarded.
Disclaimer: Go to the person who actually owns Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling! (What a surprise…)
Chapter one: Out into the Light
The door whined noisily as it was opened to reveal a dark cellar. The rusting doors gave no light inside the humid and musty room. The only source of light was a small candle that was changed every so often. It cast a silver glow inside which made it look more depressing. In the middle of the room lay a girl. Her wild and disheveled hair sprawled on her thin and gaunt head. Her eyes, the shade of hazel, blinked once or twice but never revealed any kind of emotion. Her skin a lackluster color of pale gray, stretched about her frail emaciated body. She was weak and she felt weak. Her wrists, red from chains that were squeezing her bones, lay listlessly on the wet floor while her ankles swollen from rusted manacles were slumped on the ground.
Those brown eyes stared back at him with a blank expression; once so full of life, so vibrant and blissful, were now empty and dull.
"Get up, Mudblood," He snarled.
She didn't even react as he held her wrists to bring her up. She didn't flinch at the sound of the word she's hated years before. Mudblood; it wasn't a foreign word anymore; it was what she was.
"Master Malfoy wan's to see you," Her guard roughly said, muttering spells so her hands were manacled to her back.
Quivering dread was settling in her bosom. A flicker of fear betrayed her emotions but as soon as it had arrived it immediately left her tired eyes.
"We don' wanchoo escapin', now do we?" He smirked a wicked grin and added extra heavy chains.
No reply came. He jerked her body towards him and muttered a spell under his breath. A door revealed and light came in the dungeons. When the two stepped out, both were engulfed in a few seconds of bright light and it affected the girl more than the man that stood beside her. Relishing the heat that warmed her body instantly, she stood rooted to spot preferring this than to the cold rooms of the cell. The man tugged at her again. Her arms were aching, her feet felt ten times heavier and her eyes watered as she entered the unfamiliar world of light and warmth. Senses filled her thoughts and emotions overwhelmed her frail body, but she didn't dare reveal any of them. She won't give them the satisfaction of breaking the golden girl.
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Her indifference befuddled him. It was like a perplexing mystery he wanted and felt the need to solve. He wanted to bring her back to life, like a balloon that was taken the privilege of air and was blown again to return to its old self. He wanted to see the fire in her eyes, the warmth of her smile and the cunning intelligence of her reply. He wanted to bring back her freedom; her liberties to do what she wanted and boss around as many people she liked. He wanted himself to be trapped in the clutches of Hermione Granger.
Draco watched, as Hermione lay on his feet in a crumpled heap. A smirk played on his lips as he nudged the toe of his foot on her head.
"Get up," came his demanding tone.
Lifting her head slowly she gave him the look of disgusting contempt. Malfoy's smirk grew broader.
Her voice powerful and strong came back after seven months of no use. "What do you want from me?"
Now a simpering sneer replaced his smirk. "I don't want anything from you," he started.
"I want…you,"
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Hermione stared at herself in the mirror. Extending her hand towards the cold-like substance, she touched the surface of the epitome. Her body, frail and gaunt from months of spending her time in the caller, looked awkward with the dress the house elf compelled her to wear.
Hermione sighed.
A maid about the age of fifteen stood beside her; brushing her long wild mane. She stared lifelessly at the reflection that gazed back at her. This wasn't Hermione; it was someone else. The dress, a shade of emerald green, adorned with exquisite silver markings would have looked beautiful on her if the circumstances were different. Its V-neck cuff showed more of her bones that her once her ample bosom and her curvy figure became stiff and gauche what with her bones sticking out at odd places. Her awfully pale complexion matched perfectly with her blood stained lips. The maid, fiddled with her hair, putting it at a tight bun, leaving stray hair to carelessly cascade down her cheeks and shoulder. She fixed her face up applying concealer to the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises that she earned from being too hard headed with defense. She didn't struggle with the girl because she knew it was not her fault. She was just being forced to do this.
"Excuse me Ma'am, but I'm afraid I have to lead you to my master now," Cried the girl. Hermione gave a brief nod and headed out the room with the teenager.
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A/N: I know this is short but it's all I could come up with (for now). I hope all those who read liked my story and are willing to give a review! This is my first time on fan fiction and I've been wondering what AU and OOC are. If anyone can help me with my vocabulary problems, please do!