Title: Human Stain
Author: animeotaku55567
Category: Hn. I am thinking romance.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Harry is dead Voldemort has won. Hermione works for Draco now
Disclaimer: I know this may come as a surprise but I actually do not own Harry Potter *gasp* I know but apparently some chick named JK Rowling does. Yes I know you're all disappointed but you'll just have to live with it like I do. Just take it day by day. *sob* you'll get by.
Authors Notes: I am broke
ETC: My brother's evil chipmunk died. YAY!!!! Now before you get all "awwwww why are you being so mean and report me let me tell you about the hamster. It was pure EVIL, Satan incarnated into a fuzzy fur ball. It tried to bite my fingers off every time I put my hand in the cage! When we cleaned its cage we had to move it with tongs. TONGS!!!! I called it Chuckie and my brother called it Jaws. If that doesn't say enough then I'll scan a picture of my hand with all its scars from that foul demon.
Setting: England
Chapter One: Tears
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly
-Christian Nevell Bovee
Hermione curled on her side, her pack pressed into the damp chill wall of the cell. Hermione covered her sapphire eyes with her pale, freckled hands against her eyes. Hands that trembled from pain and despair. Her entire body shook with the need to release the pent up emotions. But she wouldn't let the tears fall. Her body heaved with dry sobs.
They had failed! Voldemort had won. Everything and Everyone she loved was gone. Dead at the hands of her captor. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Dumbledore, Sirus, Ginny, even Crookshanks her miserable orange cat. They were all gone. Why was she the only one left? Shouldn't whatever power that dictated the courses set for them have left someone brave like Harry or clever like Fred and George here? But no. She was here alone. With nothing to commend her but useless book knowledge. Hermione swallowed back a sob. And on top of everything she was being kept in the house of Voldemort himself. Hermione curled tighter around herself and squeezed her eyes even more tightly shut. The sound of foot steps could be heard echoing off the damp walls.
'It's just a guard doing his nightly rounds' Hermione thought 'he's not here for me'
Her hopes were crushed as the footsteps slowed and stopped outside her cell's door, and she heard keys jingle. She curled up even more tightly around herself, the fresh scabs on her back, from her latest whipping (for kneeing one of the guards in the crotch after he hit her), breaking open and bleeding as the skin on her back stretched. The iron-barred door swung open with a screech of rusty hinges. Polished, black, steel toed boots came to a stop in front of her slated eyes.
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Draco came to a stop in front of Hermione. Her small body was curled into a tight ball; her back was leaking blood that trickled slowly down the milky skin of her back. Her face was shielded by lank strands of her once bushy hair. But what he could see of her body (which was quite a bit due to the ragged state of her robes) was bruised, bleeding and/or cut. His thin pale lips curled back in disgust at the thought of treading a woman in such a manner.
His mother had taught him to treat a lady like…well a lady!
Draco shook his head. Wasn't this Hermione Granger, the Bane of his existence, the girl he hated? But Draco found it hard to hate someone that was, for the moment, completely helpless
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Hermione stared at the boots.
'Why wasn't he talking?' she thought 'Who is he?'
Hermione fought the urge to squirm as the man continued to study her. She could feel his eyes raking across her body and she became even more aware of her half clothed state. She shivered as his voice, smooth and seductive as silk trembled across her.
"Get up Hermione I know you're awake." And to add some incentive he gave her a swift kick in the ribs.
Hermione sucked in a breath as the gleaming steel toe of his boot connected soundly with her already bruised and abused ribs.
'That-That voice! It's so familiar'
"Come on Hermione, I don't have all day."
The sneering voice tugged at something in her memories. Hermione lifter her head up and up some more up until her Sapphire eyes met Draco's icy blue ones. Icy blue eyes filled with contempt.
Hermione deflated even more and laid her pounding head back to the cool ground…For a moment, for a moment she had hoped that it was someone she could relate to, someone that would care. But Draco who was as pale as he was evil, probably hated her more then she herself did (which at the moment was quite a lot)
"Go away Draco" the words stumbled out through her swollen lips. As she spoke she slowly inched around so that her back was to him, a slow painful process that Draco watched with an amused sneer.
"I am telling you again mudblood, Get up!"
Hermione curled even more tightly around herself and winced when already abused muscles screamed in protest.
"Go away you sniveling-self serving-egotistical-cruel hearted BASTARD!!!" Hermione hissed
Draco's eye's flashed in fury. The name bastard hit a chord. All the pity he had been feeling before for the crumpled girl evaporated at her words.
"Don't you dare talk to me that way you mudblood bitch!"
Hermione didn't even twitch at his words.
Draco crouched down next to her turned head, and with all the hate he had embedded in his very soul he let the venom slip through his lips to rain down on the supplant girl. He began to break Hermione down. Layer by layer.
"Remember back in school Hermione? You were such a Know it all bitch. With your "holier then thou" attitude, you always pretended you were better then us. But your not. You and I were very much alike. We both hate. I hated you. And you hated me. I hated mudbloods. You hated the cure for them, Voldemort."
"We are polar opposites but in a way were similar." He bent his head so that his lips were but a whisper away from her upturned ear "I still hate you" Leaning back on his haunches he started to toy with a strand of her red-brown hair. "But I shouldn't hate you. At least not now, I mean look at you!" He indicated with his hand her bruised, and lash marked body, the remnants of her robe
"All I should feel for you is pity, but the hates there, waiting, but it seems as if pity is winning" He gave a short mirthless laugh. "Isn't that a crock? I feel pity for the great, or should I say formerly great, Hermione Granger.
Draco dropped the strand of hair he had been threading through is narrow aristocratic fingers back to the cell floor, and once again leaned forward, his lips against her ear and whispered " Do you know why I pity you Hermione?"
He paused as if waiting for a reaction. Up on receiving nothing but a shiver, he once again leaned back, pushing a strand of silver hair away from glacial blue eyes filled with malicious glee.
"You are alone Hermione. Completely and totally alone. Your friends, your muggle parents, they are all gone. Dead. You don't have anyone or anything left. Except for yourself."
Hermione remained still. Frozen from the hate Draco was spewing upon her. He may say the Hate was waiting but no, it was coming out of his mouth. Destroying her. But she could ignore the pain. But what Draco said next breached her defense and left her helpless.
"Did you watch him die? The man you loved. Did you see him overcome by the darkness take his own life? When he finally realized there was no hope. When he gave into the fear and grief and turned his wand on himself rather then see everything he had worked for destroyed? I wish I could have been there. Seen his face when Harry finally broke, when he finally lost hope.
But only you were there. Did you try and stop him? Stop him from using the very spell that killed his parents on himself?"
Draco silenced himself as Hermione's shoulders began to shake with repressed tears.
"Still you don't cry. Not for yourself, not for the man you professed to love. But your love couldn't stop his death. Could it?"
Hermione felt her resolve to hold her tears in weaken, and then break with his next words.
"Your love wasn't enough."
Hermione began to cry. Great huge tears of pain and horror, grief and fear that were all the worse for they were silent. She wouldn't let Draco hear her cry. The tears streamed down her face leaving gleaming trails down her pale gaunt face.
Draco watched her shoulders shake but couldn't hear her sobs. He wanted her completely broken when he took her to the Dark Lord. For her own good. He didn't want his newest slave killed before she was really his. Now he knew what buttons to push even if he would hate himself for it later. He had to. Every word he spoke was like a physical blow if not more devastating. So he leaned in and with a voice as seductive and sweet as poisoned honey, he destroyed Hermione.
"Your love wasn't enough to keep him alive. To keep him hoping. HE didn't love you enough to stick around and see what would happen. OS you watched him kill himself and destroy any chance you may have had against the Dark Lord, watched him destroy everything he had…You weren't enough, he didn't love you enough to stay"
With that Hermione's sobs became audible. Sobs that spoke volumes. Sobs of pain, self loathing, hate, pain, and the need for companion ship.
Even prepared for the sobs Draco couldn't help but once again feel the wash of pity but also pleasure in the part of him that still hated anything that had to do with Harry Potter. Draco was still at war with himself when he gathered Hermione up into his arms and took her to see Voldemort.
A/N ohhh!! Harry killed himself. What a bad boy! Leaving Hermione alone with a somewhat schizophrenic (if still sexy) Draco Malfoy.
Draco: Why do you have me feeling bad for her? I hate Granger
Hermione: The feeling is mutual. Hey author why is this a romance? We obviously hate each other!
AO: But physical attraction will be the basis of your relationship. I'll all work out
Draco:…
Hermione:…
Draco/Hermione: NOOO!!!!!!!
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