Draco stared to the redheaded Weasley mercilessly.
"Please don't kill me, Malfory" Weasley pleaded.
"Oh, no" said Draco, "I'm not going to kill you-at first, I'll make you suffer".
"Cruco" said Draco coldly.
Weasley screamed, Draco grinned.
He'd killed them all that way, you know. He tortured most of them. Most of the light, and most of the dark. He'd killed stupid Harry Potter, who thought he was so great, and even Voldmort. He WOULD kill them all. Well, besides his prisoner anyway. She would live. But the rest who knew her won't. Time for the next victim!
Draco had already killed most of the people who knew her, and the only ones that would live would be those who had helped him.
Hmm…. Who's next?
Hopefully not you!
Ernie Mackmillian.
Perfect.
Now… How to do it?
Yes, I got it!
Suicide!
No note, just a picture of his girlfriend Krystina, who also had been a Hufflepuff. Draco had burned her to death with fire.
Once that was done. He reaslisd he only had about 15 people who knew his prisoner left. He'd do the rest later.
He went back to the Manor. His prisoner, also known at Granger, was still asleep. Oh, well. He was tired anyway.
Granger rolled over. She moaned, no… don't kill me, don't kill Draco.
Did you hear that right? She was worried about him?
She must be more messed up then he thought….
A month passed. The ones who knew Hermione Jane Granger were all dead. Some suicides, some unsolved murders, some tragic accidents…
But we both know who did it….
