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Chapter 4
He lit a cigar as his guest sat himself on the plush emerald green couch. A slytherin until the end. There was a portrait of his mother resting on the wall above. The sad smiling face made him long for her presence. He would never admit it to a single soul though.
"I don't understand, Minister." Nott said, his brows knitting together.
"Do not question my reason." Draco said simply, puffing smoke from his lips. "Its purpose will reveal itself in time."
There was a long silence. The ticking of the magically illuminating clock above the door was the only sound. The smell of smoke spread throughout the office. Nott placed his hands on his lap, rubbing his black pants in worry.
"What news does The Domini have for me?"
"We have the youngest Weasley." Nott's response received a raised brow. "She was located in a famous tourist spot in the Philippines."
"Casualties?" Draco puffed again.
"7 muggles. They were with Weasley at the time of her capture. We sank the boat to make it appear they were in an accident and drowned."
"Excellent."
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It was damp. Cold – no – freezing. The winter air seeped through the walls causing Hermione to shiver. The dungeon was an enormous version of the little cage used to haul her to the manor. Sunlight evaded the stone prison. It reeked. The rotten air struggled for emancipation. The smell of death was the constant greeting to her awakening. Reality flickered. Consciousness was a constant battle.
Grinding steel pierced her ears. She knew what it meant. Food.
The pieces of bread and meat flew everywhere as the plate landed on the ground, leaving more for ants to eat than for Hermione. She would gladly abandon it for the rats and creatures that accompanied her. Her stomach craved for a meal but each intake would make her vomit. Her body wanted it badly, but her mind would not take it. It has been days since she'd eaten. Or maybe she felt it was that long. She would not know. There was no sign if it was day or night. Sometimes it disoriented her, dimmed her mind, causing her to pass out.
Hermione's weary eyes closed once again.
Hermione crept by the walls, paintings cursing her for the light that disturbed their rest.
"Sorry." She whispered, apologizing to the awakened knight in the portrait. She hurried her steps, her bare feet silent as she walked the stone corridor. She turned left, then right, then another left, following the path the corridor lead her. She did not recognize this part of the castle. The lack of light did not help at all. The cold floor caused her feet to become slightly numb. Her body began to shiver. Why was she here? Where was she going? She did not know the answer. Her impulse and intuition brought her here and she followed it without question.
She made a right and was greeted by a dilemma. Two hallways intersected. Was she supposed to go straight, or right? Maybe left? She paused for a moment, turning her head momentarily to corridor behind her, checking for signs of any stirring soul ready to investigate the reason for her presence. There was no sign. The Potions professor would even be asleep at this ungodly hour. She sighed. There was no reason for her anxiety.
She decided to go straight. There were no paintings anymore, only grime-covered walls. She was alone, her steady breath her only company. What was the purpose of her adventure again? She tried to remember.
Earlier this morning, she received a letter. Somehow it had ended up inside her bag. She was lucky to have found the sealed envelope amongst the books and papers that filled her bottomless purse. Had it fallen out from in between the pages of a library book she borrowed? The letter tempted her, seduced her to open it.
My Beloved,
It has been a while since I had seen you last. Sleep has become a challenge since the day you said goodbye. My heart aches when your face appears in my thoughts and passing dreams. Your company, your love, I miss terribly and thus I write this letter to you.
She held the worn-out letter firmly in her hands, its parchment yellow with age, reading it once more with the little light on her wand. She smiled. Its mystery seized her curiosity, intrigued her.
I would understand your hesitance to this request I shall make. But I ask you permit me this sudden entreaty, my love. Do you recall how your skin prickles with the touch of my hand? How you laugh and wrinkle your nose as I tickle your thighs? I have wished to see your beautiful face from the moment you were gone. Your hands, your eyes, your lips I long to kiss since that fateful night. How I desire to turn back time. It causes me great pain, my love.
Hermione entered a narrower corridor, stone statues of Greek Immortals embedded in its walls. She had never seen this part of Hogwarts in all of her 6 years there. She knew she was in the right place; her heart and mind told her so.
Forgive me, I seem to have lost my purpose for writing. I trust you to remember your path to her, our home. Her beauty will enthrall you, her monstrosity mesmerize you. Her welcome pretentious, her goodbye insincere. Slither into her, my love. Forever I will wait
L T M
She passed the statues, examining them one by one; Nike, Demeter, Poseidon, Gaia, Pontus, Morpheus, Hermes, Athena. Then she stopped as she saw the statue to her left. It was the one she needed to find.
"What are you doing here?" A familiar voice spoke.
She turned around to greet its owner. "I should ask you the same."
Hermione woke; her body sweating amidst the cold dungeon, her clothes wet from perspiration. Her eyes were still heavy, dreamy.
Footsteps approached the door, silent and small. The steel gate grinded open and revealed the loyal house elf.
"Master Draco awaits you in study, Miss."
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A/N: I promise the story gets better.
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