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WARNING: This chapter contains a graphic scene. It is a short, and a not to too graphic torture scene.

What my daughter didn't know, what my daddy didn't tell me

Chapter 10

It was the day after Hermione's introduction and she still couldn't wrap her mind around the information she received. Hermione had always been a logical girl, as any occupant of the wizarding world could tell you in a heart beat. Even the pureblooded wizards who only knew her as Hermione Granger would have a hard time disproving this fact. But, information like Victor was a Death Eater just didn't make logical sense! She had spent countless hours with him discussing anything and everything, had he not told her that he never wished to be a Death Eater so unflinchingly. She was in no way still romantically attached to him but her heart still screamed that it just couldn't be true. Her brain however, reminded her almost constantly that he was there, in person, and there was no use denying that fact. So, Hermione did what she always did when she didn't understand something, she stayed in her robe and went in search of ice cream. All activities had been dropped for today, she had needed a day of "relaxation".

So, now she found herself wandering the endless halls of the manor. This had been a bad idea, because the sheer size of the building would confuse anyone as it had her. She had taken a left when she should have taken a right and she had opened a door that she should have never opened. She now found herself frozen in the doorway looking in at a group of Death Eaters torturing a muggle woman. Now that the door had been opened she could clearly hear the woman's screams and the sight of her mangled body would forever be printed into her memory. The blood dripping from many open wounds, most created by muggle torture devices. The marks from whips could clearly be seen and bloodied bruises caused by the sheer, brut strength of the men were already starting to change color. The smell of the iron in the air was so strong it would probably be forever burned into her nostrils. But if there was anything that she would never forget, it would be the look in the still conscious woman's eyes, as the pleaded for the pain to forever stop.

"Hermione." Her father, that monster, stated. This snapped her out of her frozen state.

"Sorry gentleman," she said, trying to keep whatever dignity she could have in a robe while hiding her disgust. "I seem to have gotten lost on my way to the kitchens."

"It was a right not a left." her father stated indifferently.

"Thank you father, good day gentleman." she said turning and calmly walking away. She waited until she could no longer hear the woman's screams before she ran to the bathroom.

As she reached the bathroom the flung herself onto the ground before the toilet and vomited. Her hair cascaded around her as she continued to vomit until someone pulled it back. This fact however was paid no attention until several minutes later when it seemed as if she were through. "I'm sorry, you never should have seen that."

"Draco?" she asked meekly still unable to see clearly though her tears.

"Yeah, I'm here, calm down." he hushed to the girl that was now in hysterics and had found her way into his embrace.

"You seem to be seeing the worst in me lately." she attempted to joke after what could have been hours or minute nether of them really knew. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, each content to be sitting on the tile floor of the bathroom, each holding on to the other.

"Who was she?" Hermione asked abruptly.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, thrown off by the sudden question.

"That woman."

"Why do you need to know?" She took a deep breath and turned to him before she answered.

"I just do, I'll remember that for the rest of my life, the smell in the air, the way she looked and her eyes. Oh, god I will remember her eyes. But, how am I supposed to remember everything about her and not her name. I can disrespect her memory having the only people who knew her fate the ones that put her there."

"Bridget Rosary." He answered.

"Bridget Rosary." She repeated before placing her head on his shoulder, eventually dirifting into sleep.