Summary: Bully. Backstabber. Evil. To killer...Draco Malfoy is following in his father's footsteps and turning into a very a bad man. So when Hermione Granger is captured by Voldemort and is unwillingly subjugated to become part of the Dark Lord's plan to take down Potter, Draco shouldn't be bothered by this. But he is...Draco/Hermione.
Author's notes: Hi guys first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic. Please excuse if there are errors within the Harry Potter universe. It's been years since I've actually read the books, however, my interest in Draco/Hermione has recently once again been ignited and I just had to write this. I figure that all fanfiction is slightly out of character anyways. On a second note, for the sake of this fanfiction, to become a Death Eater the witch/wizard has to commit murder. Please read and review.
Rating: Mature. For descriptive violence/gore, cursing, mentions of suicidal actions/thoughts, and in later chapters sexual situations.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter. If I did there would have been so many more Draco/Hermione moments.
Chapter 1: Prisoner
Stupid girl!
For someone with so much intellect stored up in that over-sized brain of hers she sure lacked common fucking sense...
With tensions higher than they have ever been. All the students now once again afraid of the nearly forgotten Voldemort. And with good reason too. Voldemort was volatile and unpredictable. Much like the rest of the pricks in this room including himself. Nobody here was trustworthy. Everybody here would sell their own soul if it benefited them in any way, shape or form. All murderers. All bearing the Dark Mark. Still, Draco Malfoy was strangely at home with these sorts of people. Growing up with an abusive, bloodthirsty father was all that he had ever known. In his opinion even good people were backstabbers they simply did a better job at hiding it compared to the people associated with Voldemort. At least these people before him were honest about their bloodshed. Makes them slightly more tolerable in a way.
"I wanna make her bleed," Bellatrix's sudden commentary broke the agonizing silence. Draco had nearly forgotten the odd women's presence amongst the people...Which was hard to do. That women was bat-shit-out-of-her-fucking-mind. Always blood with her.
Voldemort paced around the table until he arrived behind Bellatrix. The Dark Lord placed falsely comforting hands upon the deranged witch's shoulders. "Now...now don't be so hasty. This girl means something to Potter; we must use her to our advantage if we are to defeat him."
Bellatrix looked disappointed. "So no bleed and breaky?"
"Soon..." Voldemort promised.
"Soon..."
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The moonlight cascaded down onto Hermione, illuminating her form. Draco stared annoyingly at the girl's unconscious body. Actually...when the prude bitch was unconscious she looked rather peaceful. Usually Draco was used to seeing Granger's face with frustration or anxiety smeared across it. Never at peace like this.
Hermione reminded him of the first person that he had ever killed. The girl had been a couple years younger than him and Granger. Her name had been Emily. Born to two loving, Muggle parents and recently invited into Hogwarts, she had been eleven years of age. While Draco had been fifteen at the time.
'The first one is always the hardest...it gets easier after that... Draco's dad had promised.
Wanting nothing more than to be accepted by his abusive and cold father, Draco agreed to kill someone innocent in exchange for his father's approval, a Dark Mark and a shit load of nightmares. He had singled out, Emily, his victim because she had reminded him of Granger. He figure that if he could associate his victim with someone that he despised it would somehow make the daunting task to kill easier. Only...it didn't...
Over a year later and he still remembers, with painstaking detail, Emily's bright brown eyes fading as his magic had taken her life from her. The girl had fallen to the ground lifeless. Emily J. Brown. Eleven years of age. Studious yet silly. Friendly yet rational. Motivated yet spontaneous. Beloved daughter and friend to many. Emily, who was struck down dead before she could truly begin to live. All because Draco Malfoy was selfish and craved acceptance from people who would never give it to him.
Turns out that killing an innocent girl only earned him a brief pat on the back and a Dark Mark to forever remind him of his haunted conscious. Life was fickle that way. But he was too far in this to back out now. People already didn't like him at Hogwarts. If only they found out that he was responsible for a murder he would end up dead or imprisoned for life. No, no...he would be gladly die before he was imprisoned like some sort of caged animal. His path had been chosen. His path had always been chosen for him.
So here he was standing over Hermione Granger's unconscious body waiting for her to wake up so he could be the bearer of bad news and inform her that she's been captured. Boy...if he thought that the Granger girl hated him before just wait until she woke up. Hatred would be a mild term for what she was going to feel towards him.
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Pain...
Pain was raw and fresh yet fleeting. Pain was nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling that she was about to lose those that she held most dear to her. Yet, her chest ached, her wrists were sore and her ankles were sending constant signals of pain up to her brain. Hermione's dream world was beginning to mix with reality. She had ventured into the Dark Forest. Alone. Stupid she knows. But after seven agonizing months of doing nothing except worrying herself sick over her friend's and family's possible impending deaths it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Only it wasn't. It was a very stupid idea. She had come to her senses about twenty minutes or so into her journey when she had found herself staring down the wands of eight Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. And one of them was Malfoy. Malfoy! She had always hated him but this was a new low even for the likes of him.
Malfoy!
Hermione jolted awake. Her head ringing and her vision blurry. Her body ached. Good. Meant that she was still alive. Memories of her capture came flowing back into her. Her vision began to focus on a tall blonde figure in the room. She wanted to vomit...
"Malfoy?" She whimpered sounding pathetic to even herself. However, she didn't care, she just desperately needed to familiarize something in this new and threatening place.
"Yes? Granger?" The figure responded.
Yep! Definitely belonging to Malfoy. Her vision finally managed to focus. She was in some sort of room...resembling a 1960s or 70s style cabin. Warm and cozy yet dark and creepy. From her peripherals she could tell that Malfoy was hunched over her like some sort of demon. She was nose down on a smelly out-dated rug. Her hands bound behind her back either due to a curse or actual restraints. She couldn't move them. Instead, she opted for rolling on her back. At least she could breath fresh air this way. "Where am I, Malfoy?" Again she sounded foreign and pathetic but her head felt like it was going to explode if she didn't get a grasp on the situation.
Malfoy must of sensed something was off because he actually managed to answer her with straightforwardness and simplicity. "You're in a cabin deep within the Dark Forest. Recently, Voldemort has been using this cabin as one of his meeting headquarters."
It all came crashing back down to her. She was a prisoner. And she was sure that her life expectancy had just been drastically shortened by her spur of the moment rash decision. She managed to bolt up. "Draco Malfoy! Growing up to serve the enemy of Hogwarts! How typical!" she hissed, while rolling her eyes in a mocking manner. She knew this statement would annoy him yet she didn't care. If she was going to die she was going to at least die spewing the truth.
Draco started to Circle her with a newly found agitation. "Hermione Granger! Muggle who thinks that she is a witch. Wanders into the Dark Forest alone to save the day. Blinded by her incessant need to prove to everybody else that her blood isn't dirty. Ends up being captured and soon to be used as bait to take down Potter and Hogwarts. Successfully riding the world of Mudbloods. Thee end. Thanks for all your help Granger. Couldn't of done this without your stupidity, really!"
He was mean. He had always been so mean. Capable of verbally stabbing a knife into anyone's open wound. He was a bully. He was a traitor. And now he was evil. She hated him. And in this situation there was no countering jab that she could throw his way. Or at least not one she could think of...She had gotten herself into this mess. Luckily, or not so luckily, she wasn't presented with the opportunity to respond. Bellatrix LeStrange abruptly burst into the cabin.
"Torture her Malfoy!" Bellatrix blurted with a happy bounce to her step and a clap of her hands. "We've got her parents, Malfoy! Voldemort said torture her as a sort of warning then we're going to send her back to Hogwarts as a spy for us and you as her watch dog!" The insane witch paused to laugh before continuing. "Lord Voldemort requests you do it and I supervise! Yay!" The dark witch's eyes twitched. "I get to teach somebody something."
Shaken to her core, Hermione struggled against invisible restraints. "What do you mean by have my parents?"
Bellatrix's eyes turned into slits promising nothing but darkness and pain. "Girly! Meaning we have your parents and we'll fucking murder them if you don't agree to be a spy at Hogwarts for us."
Tears instantly swelled up in Hermione's eyes threatening to pour over. She loved her parents dearly. Her mother wasn't only her mother but her best friend. She would do anything for her. If there was ever a shattering moment in Hermione's life this was it. Suddenly torn between her loyalty to Hogwarts and her desire for peace between Muggle's and Purebloods or her parent's lives. Merlin...how did she end up in this predicament by one, only one! rash decision. She cursed herself over and over again.
"Torture her now Malfoy!" The witch stomped the heel of her boot impatiently.
Never before had Hermione Granger witnessed Draco Malfoy speechless until now. He stood as still as a statue between her and Bellatrix. Blue eyes wide from worry and lack of sleep. He turned to Bellatrix, "Torture her? How?"
Bellatrix was suddenly circling Malfoy as if he were her prey. Her teeth flashing as a sort of warning to him. "What do you mean how? You know how. Torture her with magic. Torture her with a knife. Torture her with your teeth for all I care! Just torture her! Unless of course you would like for me to report to Lord Voldemort that you're a failure as a Death Eater."
Malfoy raised his hand up stopping the ranting witch from saying anything further. "Alright I'll do it," he agreed. "After-all it's just Granger..."
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And this was the second time in his life that Draco truly, deeply hated himself. He was sitting on top of Hermione Granger with her sweater and blouse rolled up exposing her stomach. He was holding a knife in his hand. Choosing to go with a more conventional method of torture. Knowing damn well that if he used the outlawed 'Crucio' spell upon Granger that it would hurt so much worse. He knows. He had been the victim of that spell before.
He knew blood pleased Bellatrix. And blood was what he was giving her. There was blood on the carpet. There was blood on his hands. There was blood on his face. There was blood nearly pooling at the base of Granger's petite stomach...
He drug the shiny metallic knife across another bare spot on Granger's skin; this time closer to her ribs. This was the twenty-eighth cut that he had given her. She writhed in pain beneath him. Begging for him to stop. She was sweating profusely as tears and snot streamed down her face. The helpless look didn't suit her at all...
Almost sounding on the edge of pleasure, Bellatrix chimed in. "That's good Malfoy. You know when you have someone making those types of sounds that you got them good...Now shove your fingers into her wounds. Lets really hear this bitch scream."
"No! Malfoy!" Granger's head thrashed violently along the floor. Her bushy hair sticking to her sweating face. "Please! I said I'll do it already! I don't want my parent's killed!" She bargained and Draco briefly wondered about how low Granger much of felt to beg to him for anything. He wanted to stop. He really did. Granger had always been a prude ass bitch in his opinion. However, that didn't mean that he wanted this for her. Even if she was a Muggle. But, once again, he was stuck with doing a nasty task that would add to his ever growing list of things that he done that will haunt him forever. He didn't have a choice. He was too far in this to stop now.
He leaned into her toying with the idea of apologizing to her before he did this. However, it was a waste of breath. She would never forgive him for something like this. Instead, with eye contact held he jagged his fingers into her open wounds...
Hermione screamed.
Draco hated himself.
Bellatrix moaned.
tbc
