Draco heard her yell his name. It echoed off the stony walls. He looked at
her quizzically but didn't say anything. He pushed away from the wall and
silently left. Just a scent of cologne was the only evidence that he was
there.
Ron wasn't fazed. Hermione stared into the darkness, expecting a beating or punishment. Nothing came. She looked at the man next to her and noticed he was staring at her. Almost lovingly. She saw that boy. The one she grew up with. That boy who played chess and got jealous of Krum. She finally had that boy back. Ron picked up a piece of hair from her cheek and began to twirl it. Hermione smiled sweetly. That boy is back! Ron began to wrap the strand around his finger. Then he yanked so that her ear was on his lips. "You fucking bitch. I should kill you for that little stunt you just pulled. But of course you know that I can't do that, huh?" He whispered dangerously into her ear. Hermione answered with a whimper. What else could she possibly say? "This must be perfect for you. You have immortality while you're here. No one can actually kill you. They just play mind games and torture. But you know that it will never come to death. Trust me on this Hermione; if you even try to say his name again I will kill you. Fuck the consequences." Ron got up and quickly got clothed. He pointed his wand at Hermione and she was soon wearing a robe. "Come with me. NOW!" Hermione scurried to her feet and quietly walked in front of Ron while he directed her where to go.
"What are you doing?" A man asked outside the dungeon. Hermione looked up and saw that it was Harry. She rolled her eyes. The three of them were in the same room again. What fun. Ron rolled his eyes as well. He gave Harry a look that practically meant fuck off. Harry gave him the same look back. "I was just coming down here to tell you that Lord Malfoy wants Hermione's presence immediately."
Ron snorted. "Fuck Lord Malfoy. Why does he need her?" He grabbed Hermione's hips and forced her to his side.
Harry quickly stunned Ron and pushed Hermione away. Harry seemed unaffected with the idea that he just stunned one of his closest friends. It caused Hermione to wince. What the hell?
"Harry? Take me to him."
...:...:...:....
He stood next to the window watching the rolling hills. He thought about the ocean and the earth meeting in one glorious crash. How the ocean, year by year, slowly eats away at the earth. Whatever is in its way is forced to take cover. Houses, fish, seagulls. Doesn't matter. The ominous sea is in charge. He is the sea. Slowly eats away the once happy life and replaces it with more water. Just to fuel his power. Soon nothing will be left. The houses gone, the birds to somewhere south. It doesn't matter. That one day, when nothing is in his way, he will be happy. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door followed by footsteps. Soft footsteps.
"I'm so glad you came here willingly. I hate when women scream. It gets annoying. But you never know. Your voice sounds quite pretty when you scream." Draco kept his back to Hermione. He still watched the hills.
"Very funny. So what am I to see today? A snake that can talk? The corpse of Voldemort? What about your father? He's very menacing now, isn't he? No don't tell me. I like surprises. They always seem better when you wait for them. Unless you build them up to be better than they actually are. Then it just plain out sucks, huh? Like kissing. You think this guy will be the greatest kisser and that's all you can think about and imagine it will be great. But then when it finally happens, it sucks! I swear I hate when that
happens." Hermione rambled. She watched Draco continue to stare out the window. She always talked a lot when she's nervous, so of course she did just that.
"SHUT UP! My god! Shh..." Draco turned around and faced Hermione. He quickly surveyed her appearance. He noticed her simple robe and nothing on underneath. He thought about having a little entertainment but then quickly discarded the idea considering her previous companion. He wrinkled his nose at the mental image he got. Hermione watched his facial expression. He looked like a spoiled child again. Must be that kind of day today. Interesting. She suppressed a laugh. She received a warning look from Malfoy. She smiled in defiance. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. She noted his blond hair framing his face. She wanted to touch it but then she looked into his eyes. She saw those eyes in the dark. The look of death. The coldness. But then she saw the power it promised. The acceptance of others. Seclusion from the world hurt more than death. She wanted to be accepted by her friends. She wanted to grow old and wise. She wanted her life back regardless of the new difficulties that she would receive. She chose her fate. But was she truly ready for it. He was.
Ron wasn't fazed. Hermione stared into the darkness, expecting a beating or punishment. Nothing came. She looked at the man next to her and noticed he was staring at her. Almost lovingly. She saw that boy. The one she grew up with. That boy who played chess and got jealous of Krum. She finally had that boy back. Ron picked up a piece of hair from her cheek and began to twirl it. Hermione smiled sweetly. That boy is back! Ron began to wrap the strand around his finger. Then he yanked so that her ear was on his lips. "You fucking bitch. I should kill you for that little stunt you just pulled. But of course you know that I can't do that, huh?" He whispered dangerously into her ear. Hermione answered with a whimper. What else could she possibly say? "This must be perfect for you. You have immortality while you're here. No one can actually kill you. They just play mind games and torture. But you know that it will never come to death. Trust me on this Hermione; if you even try to say his name again I will kill you. Fuck the consequences." Ron got up and quickly got clothed. He pointed his wand at Hermione and she was soon wearing a robe. "Come with me. NOW!" Hermione scurried to her feet and quietly walked in front of Ron while he directed her where to go.
"What are you doing?" A man asked outside the dungeon. Hermione looked up and saw that it was Harry. She rolled her eyes. The three of them were in the same room again. What fun. Ron rolled his eyes as well. He gave Harry a look that practically meant fuck off. Harry gave him the same look back. "I was just coming down here to tell you that Lord Malfoy wants Hermione's presence immediately."
Ron snorted. "Fuck Lord Malfoy. Why does he need her?" He grabbed Hermione's hips and forced her to his side.
Harry quickly stunned Ron and pushed Hermione away. Harry seemed unaffected with the idea that he just stunned one of his closest friends. It caused Hermione to wince. What the hell?
"Harry? Take me to him."
...:...:...:....
He stood next to the window watching the rolling hills. He thought about the ocean and the earth meeting in one glorious crash. How the ocean, year by year, slowly eats away at the earth. Whatever is in its way is forced to take cover. Houses, fish, seagulls. Doesn't matter. The ominous sea is in charge. He is the sea. Slowly eats away the once happy life and replaces it with more water. Just to fuel his power. Soon nothing will be left. The houses gone, the birds to somewhere south. It doesn't matter. That one day, when nothing is in his way, he will be happy. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door followed by footsteps. Soft footsteps.
"I'm so glad you came here willingly. I hate when women scream. It gets annoying. But you never know. Your voice sounds quite pretty when you scream." Draco kept his back to Hermione. He still watched the hills.
"Very funny. So what am I to see today? A snake that can talk? The corpse of Voldemort? What about your father? He's very menacing now, isn't he? No don't tell me. I like surprises. They always seem better when you wait for them. Unless you build them up to be better than they actually are. Then it just plain out sucks, huh? Like kissing. You think this guy will be the greatest kisser and that's all you can think about and imagine it will be great. But then when it finally happens, it sucks! I swear I hate when that
happens." Hermione rambled. She watched Draco continue to stare out the window. She always talked a lot when she's nervous, so of course she did just that.
"SHUT UP! My god! Shh..." Draco turned around and faced Hermione. He quickly surveyed her appearance. He noticed her simple robe and nothing on underneath. He thought about having a little entertainment but then quickly discarded the idea considering her previous companion. He wrinkled his nose at the mental image he got. Hermione watched his facial expression. He looked like a spoiled child again. Must be that kind of day today. Interesting. She suppressed a laugh. She received a warning look from Malfoy. She smiled in defiance. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. She noted his blond hair framing his face. She wanted to touch it but then she looked into his eyes. She saw those eyes in the dark. The look of death. The coldness. But then she saw the power it promised. The acceptance of others. Seclusion from the world hurt more than death. She wanted to be accepted by her friends. She wanted to grow old and wise. She wanted her life back regardless of the new difficulties that she would receive. She chose her fate. But was she truly ready for it. He was.
