Darkness
Violent shouts and the sound of agony awakened the silver-haired man, his glare showing pure irritation of being awakened, his darkening eyes scattered the room in search of the peace destroyer, but it was too dark. Another sound awakened his senses fully, the sound of a whip slashing into human flesh, and a blood-curling laugh, Draco's gray eyes immediately sharpened with concern, "Hermione?" He whispered gently, hoping to hear her voice full of laughter; silence. "Hermione." Draco almost shouted, looking drastically around him to spot a speck of Hermione, there was none, only the horrid sounds of whipping and cruel laughter. Then it clicked, Draco's face converted into a look of pure dread, his eyes capturing the gaze of pure bewildered fear, he wouldn't; Lucius wasn't that cruel, Draco already knew the answer with that his face lost all it's color, he went chalk white. "Hermione!" He shouted, fighting hopelessly against the rusted chains that were digging deeper into his already very bloodied wrists, no this cannot be happening to Hermione she was too kind and gentle to be whipped with pure force. Draco had gone through worse experiences already, but Hermione, she never was hit or even hurt as to the matter, he didn't care for the insolent mudblood, but this fate was even too cruel for her. He fought the chains without avail, and listened with hatred at his father as another whiplash buzzed through the air and a horrid splitting sound cracked the silence, of course not forgetting the absolutely hideous laughter of a relentless mad man, known as his father.
The chains scraped against his tender flesh, but nothing worked to get loose, Draco snapped his eyes shut when he herd Hermione's agony filled scream, and then there was silence, dread stole his heart again, "Let her be alright, God up in heaven let her be alive…" He whispered in prayer, his firsts clenched in anticipation, just a sign that she was alive. "Well then, mudblood, did you have fun? Supposing you have learned your lesson, you may go back to your cozy little cell." His father's cruel voice filled with sarcasm and hatred reached Draco's strained ears, sighing in relief he waited to see Hermione's form enter. There was silence before he herd the sound of feet scrapping the floor and small cries of pain with each step, then he herd the dungeon door slam shut with dangerous force, Hermione emerged from the shadows. Her pale face streaked with the trails of many tears her eyes reflecting torture, sobs escaping her lips, she wouldn't meet his inquisitive gaze, collapsing against the hard wall she turned her back to him, hoping to not be faced with yet another emotional turmoil. A gasp escaped Draco's lips when he saw her back, the black robe she wore was now completely mutilated in the back with long and deep whip markings, the slashes were so deep that there was blood sweeping everywhere. "Oh god Hermione…" Was all he could choke up, she was rubbing profusely up and down her arms as if it would take all the pain away, then she looked at him for the first time that day, her brown eyes only holding agony and pain, no laughter was left in them, the sparkle was gone, she almost seemed to want to talk but nothing came up. Looking away Hermione shifted her position so her back was slightly leaning to the wall but not touching to make sure there was no pain, she kept her gaze to the floor, refusing to look into Draco's eyes again.
"Is that what he did to you also when you disobeyed him?" She whispered softly, still looking at the floor with fake interest "Yes, and many more fun things." Draco spat out with venom, his eyes burning with hate just thinking about his sadistic father, all he felt for him was shame, having the Malfoy name to him was like an everlasting curse. Finally meeting his gaze her eyes started to water, heart wrenching sobs bubbling in her throat, her entire body shivering with the feeling of helplessness. Just watching her was painful to Draco, he never liked seeing girls cry, it always made him feel responsible for their suffering, "Hermione it's okay, he won't hurt you again, you're safe for now." His soothing voice cooed her to slow down her tears and subside the sobs, looking aimlessly at the wall she pulled her knees up to her chest, feeling a certain calmness in Draco's words, wiping her last tears away she breathed in a raged breath before closing her eyes in fatigue. Smiling at himself for doing a great job, he relaxed as Hermione slowly calmed down, "Are you going to be alright?" Draco asked in a whisper, not wanting to disturb her peace, a simple yes from Hermione was uttered before she turned to look at him with a questioning look. "Why the sudden interest, Draco?" She asked suspiciously, thinking this was one of his many cruel jokes, "Well because…you seem to be going through a bad time and since I am your only companion I would like to know how you feel, is it a crime to be simply worried?" He answered with a touch of humor, hoping to make her laugh; to his rewarding pride she released a small smile, the glow slowly returning to her captivating eyes. "According to our history, I suppose." The old Hermione was back with another sarcastic remark, shaking his head in disbelief, he smiled with a certain relief, but then his face turned serious, his gray eyes searching her own, "Are you sure that you are alright?" Speaking softly, not wanting to make her turn away from him now that she seemed rather relaxed, her eyes lost a bit of their glow the smile left her face holding up a blank look, turning away to look at her hands Hermione shifted back into anger and hatred " Of course I am, these wounds are nothing, they will eventually heal, no matter what the circumstances, but the torture inside will not, never." The last few words were uttered with spite, anger burned in her eyes as she glared at her white hands, her nails digging into their tender flesh almost drawing blood.
A silence hung over both prisoners, each not knowing what to say next. Draco shifted from side to side, not feeling relieved of the ache on any position, sighing in frustration he looked up to Hermione's brooding form in the shadows, she was gazing at the floor as if in a trance, rubbing her free wrists continuously over the blistered flesh. "In case you are wondering I am not going insane in your presence, since you wouldn't want to be bored to death by a mudblood and her pointless inner turmoil." Hermione spat out with a deathly calm in her voice, flickering her eyes towards him Draco fumbled back with caution, her eyes, they were almost red, his eyes seething their occasional gentle gray color, Draco cocked his head to it's side looking deep within her feverish eyes. He pitied her, and deeply. Hermione, seeing his hopeless look, turned away to the wall once more yet again exposing her pale skin smashed with blood and twisting cuts, she didn't need his pity, she was fine on her own, living off the agony in life. A cruel smile reached her lips as she flipped her head towards his silent form, he was still watching her with great interest, Hermione thought of a spell she knew, La Noircire spell, it could cure any sort of wound faster than you could say Snape, although she had never attempted at doing it, now was her chance to show what a witch really meant. Closing her eyes, she slipped away in a world of darkness, gray mist swayed at her feet, encircling her legs clawing up to her body, yet still her eyes were closed, hands lying limply at her sides, she waited. "Ouvre ton esprit dans le monde au les jours sont riens et le noir c'est ta vie." Her voice awakened Draco from his implication, he shuddered at the sudden coldness that was around him, but then he looked at Hermione, he backed away towards the wall, eyes full of fear, this was not right.
"Ahh, oui le dragon, un autre monstre enferme dans son corp." Hermione stood up slowly without turning his way, but she didn't notice that her wounds had been healed, but apparently this wasn't the Hermione that could speak French and make her eyes turn black. Draco started to panic within his mind, but he wouldn't show it, with all the space that the chains aloud, he lifted himself off the ground, muscles stinging with pain at the strain of standing for the first time in a week, his bones could have been sticking out for all her cared, he just had to get Hermione back. "La mort viens vite, le seigneur de la nuit va finallement mourir, aujourd'hui quand la montre cogne sur 4 heurs, il va etre mort." A shuddered breath, and then she fell onto the cold, hard floor of her entrapment. Draco froze; he didn't get it, had she just lost her mind? Or was it just some sort of a weird vision, well, of course it had to be, she was speaking French for god's sakes! He couldn't get to her, but he wanted to, he was worried that she was hurt, maybe physically and mentally broken…and he was starting to act like a prissy love crazed over-protective inmate. A sigh broke through his lips as he slid to the floor, watching Hermione take deep and long luxurious breaths, her pale face catching a very rare glow of peace, lips slightly pared, he was entranced by her yet again, Draco bent his knees before him and slightly tilting his head back, the silver mop of completely and utterly unruly hair fell and hid his closed eyes, eyelids almost transparent with the lack of coloring on his complection. "Death comes quick, the lord of the night will finally die, today when the clock strikes 4, he will be dead." His whisper barely echoed silently over the black walls of his closed cage, Draco didn't know why but he knew that Hermione did have a prediction. He opened his eyes, gray twinkles of stars behind a mask of dark blue, he just knew.
To Be Continued…
A/N: This chapter is not good, I hate it. But I just had to explain a few things in it…for the translations of my very bad French please wait and see until the next chapter comes out, it'll all come to play soon enough. No, Hermione didn't loose her mind, she had a vision, well, really she was sort of possessed by someone and that someone predicted the French part. I'm sorry that this is so very late…but the next chapter will be good, I PROMISE, and Draco will finally kiss Hermione…don't you just love spoilers…Now as I promised:
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