A note- I am doing this as a sort of Dramione dark-ish stuff. I have done dramione like this before in a story called Mudblood. I don't own anyhting
Draco heard her screams echo and fill the entire Malfoy Manor. What had he done to hear this?
"CRUCIO!"
The screams increased in volume. How much longer? How long will it take for her voice to die?
"Draco, go up to your room." The voice of his mother reached his ears.
Draco followed her commands like a robot. Going up the stairs and mechanically opening the door. He went in and slammed the door shut, his heart suddenly beating fast. Why hadn't he expected this? Or perhaps he had. he had known it all along, that's why he was so afraid of telling his aunt that the boy with the disfigured face was actually Harry Potter.
He sat down on his bed and took his head in his hands, his eyes scrunched tight. The screams had gone so loud that they now reached his bedroom. Why did he ever fall for her? Had he believed that the Dark Lord would ever have spared her? that Aunt Bellatrix would have spared her?
Another scream reached his ear.
"No," He whispered.
Yet the screams never stopped. Would they ever?
He stood up from his bed and stared at his room. It wasn't how a boy's room should be. It was filled with Slytherin banners, hangings and every single luxury that his father could give him. He didn't want all that now. He wanted a different life, where he at least had a cause, something worth fighting for.
"Hermione!" he heard a faint shout reach his ears, Weasley was apparently banging against the dors.
Draco tore the banners and flung all the thing s in his room until the room was entirely demolished. He then sat there in the ruins of what once used to be his pride.
"Hermione!" Weasley was shouting again.
The screams were still coming, as loud as ever and Draco couldn't do anything. He was the one filthy. He was the one unpure. He was the one inhuman.