Hermione's eyes widened as they fastened on the face of Draco's father,
Lucius Malfoy. His face was burning with a violent fury. Draco sensed the
lack of response from Hermione and released her lips, looking at her with
curiosity. He saw the pure fear reflected in her eyes and written plainly
across her face. She was looking over his shoulder. Draco turned around
slowly, and he too was suddenly hit with a sickening fear as he saw the
deadly expression on his father's face.
"Father!" He exclaimed, attempting to cover his fear. "What an unexpected surprise."
"No doubt." His father replied, biting off both words just as he said them, making his simple statement seem like a death sentence. Draco swallowed hard, but did not remove his gaze from his father's face.
"I don't have to answer to you, Father!" Draco spat the last word out, as though it was something vile. His father's face suddenly became a death mask as he looked at his rebellious son and the arm which was still wrapped around the girl. Suddenly, Lucius Malfoy lost control completely and screamed at his son.
"You are Lord Voldemort's heir, yet you go around kissing disgusting inferior mudbloods! You do not deserve to be a Malfoy! You've destroyed the reputation of our family with your foolish and wretched bheaviour!"
Hermione looked shocked. Lucius had just admitted that he was in league with Lord Voldemort, and it seemed he was pretty high up rank-wise if Draco was intended to be Voldemort's heir.
"I don't care what you think! I think our reputation is bad enough because of your association with Voldemort anyway! People already think that! I do NOT serve Voldemort and I do NOT serve you! I'm not a true Malfoy and I never want to be!" Draco declared triumphantly. He grinned as Lucius' face contorted with rage. Suddenly, Lucius' hand whipped inside his robes where he brought out his wand.
"I will make you see who and what you are Draco Malfoy, even if I have to hurt your precious mudblood to prove it!" Hermione paled as he pointed the wand at her.
"Crucio!" He screamed.
"No!" Draco yelled as he dove in front of Hermione. He immediately screamed out as he was hit with the cruciatus curse. He fell to the ground as pain, white hot and fiery, shot through his veins. Every fibre of his body cried out for mercy, yet the pain still hit him wave after wave. Lucius Malfoy faltered slightly, but immediately an evil glinted in his eyes and he looked at Hermione, almost challenging her. Hermione was crying in fear, pleading with Lucius to release his son from the terrible curse, as Draco started writhing in terrible agony. Hermione refused to run, refused to leave Draco's side, yet she her mind was freezing over with fear as to what Lucius Malfoy had planned. After ten agonising minutes, Draco collapsed unconscious, his face deathly pale, his muscles twitching involuntarily. Lucius Malfoy finally turned his wand from his son, his face eerily calm. The tears in her eyes blurred Hermione's sight. She was relieved that he was at last free from the pain of the curse, yet worried at his present condition. She longed to hold his hand, kiss everything away until he woke up and reassured her with beautiful blue eyes shining that he would be all right.
Lucius turned to Hermione, his lips curled in a cruel sneer.
"And as for you, you filthy mudblood..." His voice trailed away as he pointed his wand at Hermione's face. Hermione suddenly knew, without a doubt, what her punishment would be. Death. The most horrible curse of all. She readied herself to jump out of the way, but she stumbled, just as he cast it.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled.
It was her fall that saved her. She felt the woosh of something extremely hot fly over her head. She saw him raise his wand once more, and knew that she was staring into the face of death.
"Father!" He exclaimed, attempting to cover his fear. "What an unexpected surprise."
"No doubt." His father replied, biting off both words just as he said them, making his simple statement seem like a death sentence. Draco swallowed hard, but did not remove his gaze from his father's face.
"I don't have to answer to you, Father!" Draco spat the last word out, as though it was something vile. His father's face suddenly became a death mask as he looked at his rebellious son and the arm which was still wrapped around the girl. Suddenly, Lucius Malfoy lost control completely and screamed at his son.
"You are Lord Voldemort's heir, yet you go around kissing disgusting inferior mudbloods! You do not deserve to be a Malfoy! You've destroyed the reputation of our family with your foolish and wretched bheaviour!"
Hermione looked shocked. Lucius had just admitted that he was in league with Lord Voldemort, and it seemed he was pretty high up rank-wise if Draco was intended to be Voldemort's heir.
"I don't care what you think! I think our reputation is bad enough because of your association with Voldemort anyway! People already think that! I do NOT serve Voldemort and I do NOT serve you! I'm not a true Malfoy and I never want to be!" Draco declared triumphantly. He grinned as Lucius' face contorted with rage. Suddenly, Lucius' hand whipped inside his robes where he brought out his wand.
"I will make you see who and what you are Draco Malfoy, even if I have to hurt your precious mudblood to prove it!" Hermione paled as he pointed the wand at her.
"Crucio!" He screamed.
"No!" Draco yelled as he dove in front of Hermione. He immediately screamed out as he was hit with the cruciatus curse. He fell to the ground as pain, white hot and fiery, shot through his veins. Every fibre of his body cried out for mercy, yet the pain still hit him wave after wave. Lucius Malfoy faltered slightly, but immediately an evil glinted in his eyes and he looked at Hermione, almost challenging her. Hermione was crying in fear, pleading with Lucius to release his son from the terrible curse, as Draco started writhing in terrible agony. Hermione refused to run, refused to leave Draco's side, yet she her mind was freezing over with fear as to what Lucius Malfoy had planned. After ten agonising minutes, Draco collapsed unconscious, his face deathly pale, his muscles twitching involuntarily. Lucius Malfoy finally turned his wand from his son, his face eerily calm. The tears in her eyes blurred Hermione's sight. She was relieved that he was at last free from the pain of the curse, yet worried at his present condition. She longed to hold his hand, kiss everything away until he woke up and reassured her with beautiful blue eyes shining that he would be all right.
Lucius turned to Hermione, his lips curled in a cruel sneer.
"And as for you, you filthy mudblood..." His voice trailed away as he pointed his wand at Hermione's face. Hermione suddenly knew, without a doubt, what her punishment would be. Death. The most horrible curse of all. She readied herself to jump out of the way, but she stumbled, just as he cast it.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled.
It was her fall that saved her. She felt the woosh of something extremely hot fly over her head. She saw him raise his wand once more, and knew that she was staring into the face of death.