Chapter 6 - Pain in the most extreme
"Who might you be then?" said a frighteningly familiar voice.
"What's the matter? Don't you remember me, Mr Malfoy?" Hermione said, sounding more courageous than she felt.
"No, should I remember you?" Lucius replied.
"No, I don't suppose you should."
"Where is my son? He's not planning to run anywhere is he?"
"I think, perhaps, you should ask him yourself." Hermione suggested smugly.
"I am asking you." Lucius growled. He still had hold of her hair, he pushed her face into the wall, banging it several times, before yanking her back, pulling her bloodied up face to his own. Lucius kissed her chin, then moved up to her broken nose and licked the blood from her face. Hermione showed no expression, he will gain no pleasure or satisfaction for this, she thought.
"Where is my son, sweet heart?" he asked again.
"He's dead." She lied. But she immediately knew she'd just contradicted herself. But maybe he won't notice, she thought.
"Dead. Hmm, well, that's a shame isn't it. It makes it rather hard to ask him, doesn't it?" Damn, he did notice. Lucius tutted, though, he didn't seem like the tutting type of person, before adding, "Did he tell you about Pansy Parkinson?"
Hermione screwed up her face like she could smell something like the muggle sewerage system. But she did not say a word.
"I'll take that as a no, then, shall I?" Lucius smirked, he knew very well she was Potter's mudblood friend and he knew she had feelings for Draco, and him for her. He'd been watching his son closely this past week. "He is promised to her. They will wed next summer and you will be well and truly out of the picture. And if I have anything to say about it, then it will be by Draco's hand. I will not have you ruin the Malfoy name and poison our bloodline, Mudblood."
"Draco Malfoy is dead. D. E. A. D. Dead." Hermione spoke as if he were a child of three and not someone with her life in their hands.
"So you said. Don't look so worried, we won't kill you until after Draco is a Death Eater.
"Well, can we get on with it?" Hermione asked, she wanted to get out of there before Draco came up find her and ended up doing something stupid.
"Certainly." Lucius smiled. Lucius pull up a chair. "Have a seat."
Hermione sat down. On second thought, maybe I do want Draco's help. This could hurt. Lucius flicked his wand and instantly ropes bound her ankles and hands to the chair, another flick and she was gagged.
"Now, this isn't very private, is it?" Lucius looked around the room. "If only moving you weren't such a hassle. Lets see if there is something we can do about that." Lucius, though he didn't look it, was rather strong, he lifted the chair Hermione was bound to and placed it in the shower. "You say here."
Where else would I go? she thought.
"Oh and here's a little something to remember me by," Lucius said, as he pulled out a shiny butchers knife, "You know," he said, "I always thought the muggle ways of torture were much more fun."
Lucius untied the ropes to right hand and turned her arm so her palm faced upwards, he winked at her as he aimed the knife. Hermione shut her eyes, but, unfortunately, that didn't stop the sting of the knife as it pierced her forearm or the throbbing pain that came afterwards. With a 'pop' Lucius was gone, leaving Hermione in the shower, watching her blood slowly swallowing her whole.
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Downstairs in the lobby, Draco finished paying for the room when he suddenly felt a prickling sensation in the back of his neck. It travelled down his spine making him stop dead in his tracks and look up in horror. He knew the feeling all too well, Lucius was near by and there was only one place he would be. The room where Draco had been staying. The room that Hermione had gone to, to fetch his luggage.
"Shit!" Draco bolted to the elevator and cursed again when he saw that the elevator was on floor 12. It would take too long to get back, he didn't have that long. To the left Draco saw a door marked "Stairs," Thank you, he whispered to no one in particular, before heading swiftly towards the door and flying up the stairs three at time, till he reached his floor. Upon reaching the door to Level 5, he turned the handle, only to find it locked. Ahh! He kicked the door hard and cursed silently as he felt a shooting pain in his foot, and hopped up and down on the other foot while holding onto the wounded one. "Ouch!" his yell echoed though the stairwell.
Then he spun on his heel, limping as fast as he could up the next flight of stairs and to his horror found the door to the sixth floor locked also, without even thinking he ran up the next flight of stairs to the seventh floor and through the door, which was wide open waiting for him. He hopped to the elevator and with his good foot he pressed the button, he sighed when saw that the elevator was on floor 8. He leaned his forehead on the door in relief and stayed there, for a couple seconds, relishing the cold metal against his skin, when the doors slid open, he fell in and landed in a heap on the floor, while the doors closed behind him. After sprinting up the stairs from ground level to the seventh floor, he was rather tired.
Draco heard, what he would call school-girl giggling, but it was a deep voice and this wasn't really a school-girl looking bloke standing in front of him. Draco discovered this when he snapped his head up and quickly got up off the floor, wincing as he accidentally put all his weight onto his injured foot. There was a young man, a bit older then Draco, leaning on the wall opposite him, staring at him cheerfully. He was wearing a bright orange beanie, a yellow T-shirt which appeared to be 5 sizes to big for him, and baggy jeans that if it weren't for the belt holding them up, they would be at his ankles.
"You alright, man?" The stranger asked, once he had controlled his laughter.
"Oh I'm just splendid!" Draco replied sarcastically.
"Woah!" he said, putting his hands up defensively in front of his face, "Dude. no need to get so nasty."
Draco watched as the young man's eyes flicked over to his hands, as this he began to giggle once again, he turned his hands around so he was now looking at his palms and giggled even more. Draco watched curiously as the stranger began to prod his left hand with his right index finger, he stopped giggling abruptly. The stranger looked from his right hand to his left a few times, then he looked up at Draco again, but this time with a look of shock, as if Draco had suddenly told him he was going to die.
"What is your name?" The stranger asked Draco slowly.
"Look, I'm in a hurry. I don't have time for twenty questions." Draco said, but at these words the elevator gave a jolt and Draco and the stranger were suspended in the elevator. "What?" Draco yelled, "No way!" The stranger giggled again and Draco lost his temper, "If you don't shut up," Draco yelled, "I will pull your oesophagus out your butt and if I can't then you'll be in a lot of pain while I try!"
The stranger stopped giggling immediately, "I think you need some of this," the stranger said as he pulled out a small army like bottle full of alcohol. Draco gladly took some, in an attempt to relieve some of his stress.
The elevator gave another jolt and sprang to life, moving them down to Level 5, where Hermione was. The doors slid open and Draco stared into the corridor.
"Bye then," the stranger called to Draco as he sprang out of the elevator and sprinted towards his hotel room. The cold feeling of Lucius' presence was getting more and more unbearable with each step and he felt like he wasn't getting any closer.
"Oh man. If he's laid one finger on her I'm going to kill him, his death will be so slow and so excruciatingly painful that he'll wish he'd never been born. Bastard!" He finally reached his room and just as his hand touched the door knob, the feeling that had by now filled his entire body, vanished and he stood dumbstruck, staring blankly at the door. What the.? Maybe he'd imagined it. maybe, Hermione was now waiting downstairs for him. maybe, Lucius was going to be back any minute and if Draco didn't hurry up, both he and Hermione were in for it.
He burst into the room and stopped dead as he surveyed his surroundings. He was surprised to see that it actually looked relatively normal. Almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But then he looked at the wall next to the door and knew for a fact that Lucius had been there. The were smears of blood as well as a hole which looked like someone had had their face smashed into it- Shit!
"Hermione! Where are you?" Lucius couldn't have taken her could he? No way, he'd need to have a reason to come back.
Then he thought he'd heard his name. It sounded like someone was calling out to him, calling him for help. "Draco." It sounded so faint he almost thought he'd imagined it. "Draco please, help me."
"Hermione!" He ran to the bathroom and froze at the sight that met his eyes. "Oh Hermione," She was sitting in a chair, in the shower, with her hands and feet bound to the arms and legs of the chair and there was a gag just barely covering her mouth. One of her forearms had been slashed and the wound was gushing blood. Not to mention her beautiful face that was now all bloodied up. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and there was blood trickling down her face. The blood that was gushing from the wound in her forearm was collecting underneath the chair and around her feet before oozing down the drain.
"Draco.?" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and relief. She could barely keep her eyes open; she was so weak from her excessive blood loss. Draco snapped back into reality and took out his pocket knife. Damn, that knife was useful. Funny thing is, he thought to himself, the only times I've needed to use it have been to cut Hermione free, well, except for oranges. He smirked, who would've thought. He sliced the rope that bound her hands and feet and then gently pulled down the gag. He caressed her face and watched as her eyes shut themselves.
"Hermione? No, Hermione! Stay with me. Okay? Please? Stay with me." He patted her face with both his hands and tried to open her eyes with his thumbs. "No please. don't die on me, we've come this far. Please, I need you. Don't give up! Please! Hermione! Wake up!" Her face was becoming deathly pale, somewhat like his own. Then he came to his senses. He leaned back and examined the wound in her wrist. He then pulled out his wand, waved it over the wound and whispered something. Thanks Pomfrey for all those spells I learnt from her I was in the Hospital Wing, he thought to himself as he watched the wound heal itself. She'd lost a lot of blood, but now she won't be losing anymore. He smiled in satisfaction, that was twice he'd saved her life now. Hopefully he didn't need to again. He pointed his wand at her face and whispered another spell. The blood fell from her hair and face leaving her looking a lot cleaner and much more like Hermione. He waved his wand at the shower floor and watched the particles bolt for the drain. "Much better," he whispered to himself.
He looked back at Hermione and the smile faded from his face. She looked a lot closer to death than she did before. She needed to get to a hospital as soon as possible. Draco leaned her forward and slid his arm behind her. Then he slid his other arm under both her legs and gently lifted her out of the chair. Just as he turned around and headed out of the door, he felt it again. It. That all too familiar feeling. "Shit," he said and he bolted towards the bedroom door. He reached out with one hand, turned the door knob and opened the door, before it suddenly slammed shut.
"And where do you think you're going, boy?"
Draco closed his eyes in fear and opened them in rage. "Hmm. in case you haven't noticed Lucius," he spat out the name and he suddenly felt Lucius tense up, "I'm not a boy anymore. I'm your teenage son who just so happens to be 17. I shouldn't really call myself your son though, seeing as the only thing we have in common is our DNA, I'm ashamed to be a Malfoy, I'd rather be a muggle."
"According to your little mudblood friend, your supposed to be dead. But you're still breathing," Lucius whispered in Draco's ear.
"Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious," Draco replied smoothly. He knew he was pushing buttons but right now, he just had to try and get the hell out of there and get Hermione to a hospital. Her breathing was getting fainter and fainter and he could barely even feel her breath on his neck.
"She's dead. Mmm, shame, she would have been a fabulous sacrifice for your initiation, don't you think?" Lucius smirked.
Draco spat in Lucius' face, "I hate you," he whispered.
"Oh my poor son," Lucius tutted, "you just need to be reminded of that feeling deep inside that you get when you kill someone you've been lying to for years, remember Anna?"
Draco shut his eyes, how could he forget Anna. After all, she was his first kill, and yes, Draco killed many people after her. Anna and the others was the only secret Draco kept from Hermione, how could she love a murderer. Anna had been baby sitting him for only about two years before Lucius told him what he must do; Draco was only 8 years old when he killed Anna.
"Of course you remember her. I will take pride in reminding you how it felt to kill." Lucius thought for a moment, "Mmm, we can't very well use her anymore now can we?" Lucius gestured to Hermione, "I knew she was weak, but not that weak. I barely even touched her. Oh well, can't be helped. Now we need someone you care about, don't we? I wonder if you're mother is free."
If Draco wasn't holding Hermione's frail body, he would have killed Lucius then and there, for saying those last few words. Draco could no longer feel her breath, she truly was gone. He moved past Lucius and placed Hermione on the bed, "Oh, Hermione," he whispered to her, "I'm sorry, I tried." He moved over to his suitcase and pulled out the locket.
"What are you doing, boy?" Lucius demanded.
"If you give me a minute, I will go with you willingly. It will be easier for you that way, will it not?" Draco stared at his father.
"You have thirty seconds."
Draco brushed back Hermione's hair and attached the locked around her neck, he looked at her; she looked beautiful even in death. He knew it was too late, no use to fight Lucius. "I will see you in heaven, if I am worthy of that place." He placed one final kiss on her deathly cold lips and stroked her hair.
"Are you done?" came Lucius' cold voice from the corner.
"I will never be done, how can I say goodbye? How can I let her go?" Draco asked, he didn't not cry, he could not, his pain was beyond tears. "You wouldn't know. But I ask you, as your only son, will you kill me now?"
"No, I don't think so. The Dark Lord wants to see you. You can at least look forward to that." Lucius smirked.
"Let's go." Lucius pulled out a gold Armani watch, a portkey. Draco and Lucius were gone within seconds, leaving Hermione alone in the room. It wasn't long before the house keeper found her on the bed, barely alive. *****
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"Who might you be then?" said a frighteningly familiar voice.
"What's the matter? Don't you remember me, Mr Malfoy?" Hermione said, sounding more courageous than she felt.
"No, should I remember you?" Lucius replied.
"No, I don't suppose you should."
"Where is my son? He's not planning to run anywhere is he?"
"I think, perhaps, you should ask him yourself." Hermione suggested smugly.
"I am asking you." Lucius growled. He still had hold of her hair, he pushed her face into the wall, banging it several times, before yanking her back, pulling her bloodied up face to his own. Lucius kissed her chin, then moved up to her broken nose and licked the blood from her face. Hermione showed no expression, he will gain no pleasure or satisfaction for this, she thought.
"Where is my son, sweet heart?" he asked again.
"He's dead." She lied. But she immediately knew she'd just contradicted herself. But maybe he won't notice, she thought.
"Dead. Hmm, well, that's a shame isn't it. It makes it rather hard to ask him, doesn't it?" Damn, he did notice. Lucius tutted, though, he didn't seem like the tutting type of person, before adding, "Did he tell you about Pansy Parkinson?"
Hermione screwed up her face like she could smell something like the muggle sewerage system. But she did not say a word.
"I'll take that as a no, then, shall I?" Lucius smirked, he knew very well she was Potter's mudblood friend and he knew she had feelings for Draco, and him for her. He'd been watching his son closely this past week. "He is promised to her. They will wed next summer and you will be well and truly out of the picture. And if I have anything to say about it, then it will be by Draco's hand. I will not have you ruin the Malfoy name and poison our bloodline, Mudblood."
"Draco Malfoy is dead. D. E. A. D. Dead." Hermione spoke as if he were a child of three and not someone with her life in their hands.
"So you said. Don't look so worried, we won't kill you until after Draco is a Death Eater.
"Well, can we get on with it?" Hermione asked, she wanted to get out of there before Draco came up find her and ended up doing something stupid.
"Certainly." Lucius smiled. Lucius pull up a chair. "Have a seat."
Hermione sat down. On second thought, maybe I do want Draco's help. This could hurt. Lucius flicked his wand and instantly ropes bound her ankles and hands to the chair, another flick and she was gagged.
"Now, this isn't very private, is it?" Lucius looked around the room. "If only moving you weren't such a hassle. Lets see if there is something we can do about that." Lucius, though he didn't look it, was rather strong, he lifted the chair Hermione was bound to and placed it in the shower. "You say here."
Where else would I go? she thought.
"Oh and here's a little something to remember me by," Lucius said, as he pulled out a shiny butchers knife, "You know," he said, "I always thought the muggle ways of torture were much more fun."
Lucius untied the ropes to right hand and turned her arm so her palm faced upwards, he winked at her as he aimed the knife. Hermione shut her eyes, but, unfortunately, that didn't stop the sting of the knife as it pierced her forearm or the throbbing pain that came afterwards. With a 'pop' Lucius was gone, leaving Hermione in the shower, watching her blood slowly swallowing her whole.
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Downstairs in the lobby, Draco finished paying for the room when he suddenly felt a prickling sensation in the back of his neck. It travelled down his spine making him stop dead in his tracks and look up in horror. He knew the feeling all too well, Lucius was near by and there was only one place he would be. The room where Draco had been staying. The room that Hermione had gone to, to fetch his luggage.
"Shit!" Draco bolted to the elevator and cursed again when he saw that the elevator was on floor 12. It would take too long to get back, he didn't have that long. To the left Draco saw a door marked "Stairs," Thank you, he whispered to no one in particular, before heading swiftly towards the door and flying up the stairs three at time, till he reached his floor. Upon reaching the door to Level 5, he turned the handle, only to find it locked. Ahh! He kicked the door hard and cursed silently as he felt a shooting pain in his foot, and hopped up and down on the other foot while holding onto the wounded one. "Ouch!" his yell echoed though the stairwell.
Then he spun on his heel, limping as fast as he could up the next flight of stairs and to his horror found the door to the sixth floor locked also, without even thinking he ran up the next flight of stairs to the seventh floor and through the door, which was wide open waiting for him. He hopped to the elevator and with his good foot he pressed the button, he sighed when saw that the elevator was on floor 8. He leaned his forehead on the door in relief and stayed there, for a couple seconds, relishing the cold metal against his skin, when the doors slid open, he fell in and landed in a heap on the floor, while the doors closed behind him. After sprinting up the stairs from ground level to the seventh floor, he was rather tired.
Draco heard, what he would call school-girl giggling, but it was a deep voice and this wasn't really a school-girl looking bloke standing in front of him. Draco discovered this when he snapped his head up and quickly got up off the floor, wincing as he accidentally put all his weight onto his injured foot. There was a young man, a bit older then Draco, leaning on the wall opposite him, staring at him cheerfully. He was wearing a bright orange beanie, a yellow T-shirt which appeared to be 5 sizes to big for him, and baggy jeans that if it weren't for the belt holding them up, they would be at his ankles.
"You alright, man?" The stranger asked, once he had controlled his laughter.
"Oh I'm just splendid!" Draco replied sarcastically.
"Woah!" he said, putting his hands up defensively in front of his face, "Dude. no need to get so nasty."
Draco watched as the young man's eyes flicked over to his hands, as this he began to giggle once again, he turned his hands around so he was now looking at his palms and giggled even more. Draco watched curiously as the stranger began to prod his left hand with his right index finger, he stopped giggling abruptly. The stranger looked from his right hand to his left a few times, then he looked up at Draco again, but this time with a look of shock, as if Draco had suddenly told him he was going to die.
"What is your name?" The stranger asked Draco slowly.
"Look, I'm in a hurry. I don't have time for twenty questions." Draco said, but at these words the elevator gave a jolt and Draco and the stranger were suspended in the elevator. "What?" Draco yelled, "No way!" The stranger giggled again and Draco lost his temper, "If you don't shut up," Draco yelled, "I will pull your oesophagus out your butt and if I can't then you'll be in a lot of pain while I try!"
The stranger stopped giggling immediately, "I think you need some of this," the stranger said as he pulled out a small army like bottle full of alcohol. Draco gladly took some, in an attempt to relieve some of his stress.
The elevator gave another jolt and sprang to life, moving them down to Level 5, where Hermione was. The doors slid open and Draco stared into the corridor.
"Bye then," the stranger called to Draco as he sprang out of the elevator and sprinted towards his hotel room. The cold feeling of Lucius' presence was getting more and more unbearable with each step and he felt like he wasn't getting any closer.
"Oh man. If he's laid one finger on her I'm going to kill him, his death will be so slow and so excruciatingly painful that he'll wish he'd never been born. Bastard!" He finally reached his room and just as his hand touched the door knob, the feeling that had by now filled his entire body, vanished and he stood dumbstruck, staring blankly at the door. What the.? Maybe he'd imagined it. maybe, Hermione was now waiting downstairs for him. maybe, Lucius was going to be back any minute and if Draco didn't hurry up, both he and Hermione were in for it.
He burst into the room and stopped dead as he surveyed his surroundings. He was surprised to see that it actually looked relatively normal. Almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But then he looked at the wall next to the door and knew for a fact that Lucius had been there. The were smears of blood as well as a hole which looked like someone had had their face smashed into it- Shit!
"Hermione! Where are you?" Lucius couldn't have taken her could he? No way, he'd need to have a reason to come back.
Then he thought he'd heard his name. It sounded like someone was calling out to him, calling him for help. "Draco." It sounded so faint he almost thought he'd imagined it. "Draco please, help me."
"Hermione!" He ran to the bathroom and froze at the sight that met his eyes. "Oh Hermione," She was sitting in a chair, in the shower, with her hands and feet bound to the arms and legs of the chair and there was a gag just barely covering her mouth. One of her forearms had been slashed and the wound was gushing blood. Not to mention her beautiful face that was now all bloodied up. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and there was blood trickling down her face. The blood that was gushing from the wound in her forearm was collecting underneath the chair and around her feet before oozing down the drain.
"Draco.?" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and relief. She could barely keep her eyes open; she was so weak from her excessive blood loss. Draco snapped back into reality and took out his pocket knife. Damn, that knife was useful. Funny thing is, he thought to himself, the only times I've needed to use it have been to cut Hermione free, well, except for oranges. He smirked, who would've thought. He sliced the rope that bound her hands and feet and then gently pulled down the gag. He caressed her face and watched as her eyes shut themselves.
"Hermione? No, Hermione! Stay with me. Okay? Please? Stay with me." He patted her face with both his hands and tried to open her eyes with his thumbs. "No please. don't die on me, we've come this far. Please, I need you. Don't give up! Please! Hermione! Wake up!" Her face was becoming deathly pale, somewhat like his own. Then he came to his senses. He leaned back and examined the wound in her wrist. He then pulled out his wand, waved it over the wound and whispered something. Thanks Pomfrey for all those spells I learnt from her I was in the Hospital Wing, he thought to himself as he watched the wound heal itself. She'd lost a lot of blood, but now she won't be losing anymore. He smiled in satisfaction, that was twice he'd saved her life now. Hopefully he didn't need to again. He pointed his wand at her face and whispered another spell. The blood fell from her hair and face leaving her looking a lot cleaner and much more like Hermione. He waved his wand at the shower floor and watched the particles bolt for the drain. "Much better," he whispered to himself.
He looked back at Hermione and the smile faded from his face. She looked a lot closer to death than she did before. She needed to get to a hospital as soon as possible. Draco leaned her forward and slid his arm behind her. Then he slid his other arm under both her legs and gently lifted her out of the chair. Just as he turned around and headed out of the door, he felt it again. It. That all too familiar feeling. "Shit," he said and he bolted towards the bedroom door. He reached out with one hand, turned the door knob and opened the door, before it suddenly slammed shut.
"And where do you think you're going, boy?"
Draco closed his eyes in fear and opened them in rage. "Hmm. in case you haven't noticed Lucius," he spat out the name and he suddenly felt Lucius tense up, "I'm not a boy anymore. I'm your teenage son who just so happens to be 17. I shouldn't really call myself your son though, seeing as the only thing we have in common is our DNA, I'm ashamed to be a Malfoy, I'd rather be a muggle."
"According to your little mudblood friend, your supposed to be dead. But you're still breathing," Lucius whispered in Draco's ear.
"Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious," Draco replied smoothly. He knew he was pushing buttons but right now, he just had to try and get the hell out of there and get Hermione to a hospital. Her breathing was getting fainter and fainter and he could barely even feel her breath on his neck.
"She's dead. Mmm, shame, she would have been a fabulous sacrifice for your initiation, don't you think?" Lucius smirked.
Draco spat in Lucius' face, "I hate you," he whispered.
"Oh my poor son," Lucius tutted, "you just need to be reminded of that feeling deep inside that you get when you kill someone you've been lying to for years, remember Anna?"
Draco shut his eyes, how could he forget Anna. After all, she was his first kill, and yes, Draco killed many people after her. Anna and the others was the only secret Draco kept from Hermione, how could she love a murderer. Anna had been baby sitting him for only about two years before Lucius told him what he must do; Draco was only 8 years old when he killed Anna.
"Of course you remember her. I will take pride in reminding you how it felt to kill." Lucius thought for a moment, "Mmm, we can't very well use her anymore now can we?" Lucius gestured to Hermione, "I knew she was weak, but not that weak. I barely even touched her. Oh well, can't be helped. Now we need someone you care about, don't we? I wonder if you're mother is free."
If Draco wasn't holding Hermione's frail body, he would have killed Lucius then and there, for saying those last few words. Draco could no longer feel her breath, she truly was gone. He moved past Lucius and placed Hermione on the bed, "Oh, Hermione," he whispered to her, "I'm sorry, I tried." He moved over to his suitcase and pulled out the locket.
"What are you doing, boy?" Lucius demanded.
"If you give me a minute, I will go with you willingly. It will be easier for you that way, will it not?" Draco stared at his father.
"You have thirty seconds."
Draco brushed back Hermione's hair and attached the locked around her neck, he looked at her; she looked beautiful even in death. He knew it was too late, no use to fight Lucius. "I will see you in heaven, if I am worthy of that place." He placed one final kiss on her deathly cold lips and stroked her hair.
"Are you done?" came Lucius' cold voice from the corner.
"I will never be done, how can I say goodbye? How can I let her go?" Draco asked, he didn't not cry, he could not, his pain was beyond tears. "You wouldn't know. But I ask you, as your only son, will you kill me now?"
"No, I don't think so. The Dark Lord wants to see you. You can at least look forward to that." Lucius smirked.
"Let's go." Lucius pulled out a gold Armani watch, a portkey. Draco and Lucius were gone within seconds, leaving Hermione alone in the room. It wasn't long before the house keeper found her on the bed, barely alive. *****
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