AUTHOR'S NOTE: This scene takes place at the Malfoy Manor, after the trio has been snatched. Don't know if I'm going to leave this as a one-shot or continue it on to a full-length story. Review please!
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, and sadly do not own anything from the world of Harry Potter. Have mercy! And a very happy birthday to the goddess herself, J.K. Rowling! And Harry Potter too, I guess. This one's for you, gurl.
"Draco! Grab their wands, Wormtail, take them to the dungeons!" Narcissa whispered excitedly. The two did as they were told, Draco taking the wands of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, which were on the floor, while Wormtail dragged them off to where Luna Lovegood, Mr. Ollivander and a goblin named Griphook were being kept as prisoners.
"And now," Bellatrix Lestrange said slowly, "let us have some fun with the Mudblood." At once invisible ropes wrapped themselves around Draco's classmate, Hermione Granger. She breathed quickly, fear etched on her face.
"How about it, Draco? Would you like to do the honours?"
Draco lowered his eyes and did not respond.
"Oh, very well, very well, looks like I'll be the one having all the fun," Bellatrix said, her eyes wide with excitement. She looked frightening, her mass of black curls falling wildly around her, her skin white and taut.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix cried, and the spell hit Hermione square in the chest as she screamed with agony. Her body writhed under the invisible robes, looking like she was having a fit. Bellatrix, Lucius and Narcissa all laughed warmly.
"Oh, did that hurt the wittle Mudblood?" Bellatrix mocked. Hermione did not answer.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix shouted again, "and again! Crucio! Until you learn to answer to your superiors!"
Twice more Hermione's body moved like it was on fire, and she screamed with pain, choking on her tears. Draco looked up at her.
"Please…" she said, "Please."
"Oh, the little filthy Mudblood wants more! Listen to her beg! Cruc-"
But Draco raised his wand as well as Harry and Ron's. "Stupefy!" he cried, and each spell hit his unsuspecting father, mother, and aunt. He made invisible ropes like the ones binding Hermione appear and bound the three of them together.
He turned his attention to Hermione, who did not show any surprise on her face. Instead her expression seemed glazed over, hot tears clouding her eyes. Draco made the ropes around her disappear and carried her upstairs into his bedroom. She saw a handsome black bed, a window, green and silver hangings and a fireplace. She sobbed lightly.
"I am so sorry," Draco said, and though his tone was soft, she saw a fierce look in his eyes. She nodded and clung to him.
"Harry...Ron-"
"We don't have much time," Draco said, one hand around her waist. "I know you have no reason to, but," he took a deep breath, "Do you trust me?"
Hermione looked at him warily. She was so tired. Everything hurt, yet her insides felt numb.
"Yes," she answered quietly. Without any hesitation Draco grabbed a handful of green powder from a little jar on top of the fireplace and threw it into the flames. They turned emerald green. Draco helped Hermione into the fireplace, and held her tightly as he cried, "Felicis Avenue!"