"Where did you get this SWORD?" Bellatrix's voice shrieked and cackled like a demonic being. Draco Malfoy glanced on, disgusted by the scene. Bellatrix was leaning over Hermione Granger, holding a silver dagger to the poor girl's throat with one hand, a Crucio curse being cast with the other. Hermione was shaking, screaming, pleading with Bellatrix to let her go. Draco could hear the distant roar of Ron, yelling for Hermione. It was apparent that they loved one another.
Draco had coveted Hermione for several years now. He had watched from the sidelines as she pursued other men, first Victor Krum, then Ron Weasley. For a brief time, it seemed as if she and Harry were supposed to be together. He watched and seethed, waiting for the opportunity to make this beautiful and intelligent girl his own. Then reality set in. They could never be together. Draco's family was too involved in Voldemort and the Dark Arts. For Draco to walk away from it all would mean danger for both him and his parents. He loved his mother and father too much to put them through that. And Hermione, oh his beloved Hermione. She was lying on this cold stone floor for one reason alone, the mark that branded her permanently: Mudblood. It was not the fact that she was a Gryffindor or even a friend of Harry Potter. It was her parentage that turned every Slytherin against her. Every Slytherin, but this one. Her secret lover.
Draco felt the sudden urge to puke as he watched his Aunt Bellatrix carved the word Mudblood into Hermione's soft skin. He could stand it no longer. Pulling his wand from beneath his cloak, he walked towards the scene.
"Stop, Aunty Bella!" he roared, pointing his wand at her. She looked up from her grotesque job, surprised.
"What is it, Draco? Can't you see that I'm preoccupied at the moment?"
"Don't you dare lay another finger on her." Bellatrix smiled at Draco.
"Do you love the poor girl, Draco? Is that why I can't touch her? Grow up, boy. She is a Mudblood. Your blood is pure. She is unworthy of your little crush."
"Don't touch her. I am warning you."
"Don't touch her. Right, well can I do this?" Bellatrix grabbed a chunk of Hermione's hair and bashed the girl's head against the stone floor. Hermione groaned and then passed out. Draco roared.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" his wand cast the most Unforgivable curse at his own flesh and blood. Bellatrix was toppled to the ground on top of Hermione. Draco ran forward, flinging Bellatrix aside. He caressed Hermione, held her close to him. She was bleeding badly, and the word Mudblood was carved into her arm. Still, she was so beautiful. Draco bent down and kissed her soft and delicate lips. Softly, sweetly, and slowly the world melted away. All that was left was Hermione and Draco. Then reality set in. He swooped her into his arms and started to carry her down to the cellar. There he would release Harry and Ron and send them, along with Hermione, to safety. Draco would be forced to sit on the sidelines once more, watch as she ages and marries another man. But Draco would always hold on to that kiss. He would be, forevermore, her secret lover.