Bleed II
I give my all to hell,
just one more night with you,
I'd risk my life,
to feel,
your body next to mine,
cause I can't go on,
living in a memory
all this time,
I give my all,
for your love,
tonight.
I give my all,
for your love,
tonight.
*
Hermione captured her breath as shrieks filled her eardrums. A child was screaming, someone needed help, someone was being tortured...
Her eyes drifted throughout the room. It was a dark cellar, with a spacious color of black in the walls. Shifting her view, she realized who was crying. It was Cissa, who was tied with several ropes in the corner of the cellar.
"Cissa!" she screamed. "Cissa!" She hurried forward, but a large force made her step back and smash against one of the walls in pain.
A hooded figure stepped out.
"No!" she yelled. "No!"
He pointed the wand to Hermione, and muttered an incantation that was barley audible, and Hermione fell into a deep sleep on the hard surface of the floor.
*
Draco struggled against the force of Katherine on top of him, but the situation was clearly hopeless, they were now in the location that she wanted him to be. It was a cellar, but not just a cellar. He recognized it as the cellar in the Malfoy Manor itself.
"Why - why are you doing this?" he asked.
Katherine didn't retort. She tightened the ropes on him, and placed a non-breaking charm on it easily. "There, you go, all comfy and fit." She laughed, tugging a handkerchief over his mouth.
[You will pay for this you bitch you cocksucking bitch you will pay you will die]
Katherine vanished with a swish and flick of her wand, and Draco was left to fend for himself. Suddenly, a moan in the corner caught his attention. A figure was sitting up, her hand clutched to her forehead as if in agony.
"Who's there?" he tried to say cautiously, but his voice came out muffled through the fabric.
The figure got up, and walked toward him slowly.
"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed breathlessly. "What's going on here? Where's your shirt?" She examined him, her fingertips grazing against the bruises in his chest. She remembered many times touching him like this, and she could feel his intense stare rising through his eyes, but ignored it as she gently wrapped his loose belt tightly against his pants again, and he gave a groan, inwardly, it seemed. Ignoring it, she put a hand up to clutch his flushed cheeks.
[That night that night do you remember that night Cissa was in Cissa was in do you remember that night do you, do you remember the touches]
She took off the handkerchief from his mouth, but couldn't do anything for the ropes around him, as a powerful charm was placed on it.
"I...don't know...do you remember anything? How'd you get here?" Draco finally said, answering her question
"Ah, communicating already, are we, son?" a voice interrupted their conversation. They both looked up into the vision of Harry Potter.
[He's not him he's not him of course not Harry's my husband Harry's my...]
"What the fuck..." Draco started to say. Hermione gasped.
Harry was transforming. His black, messy hair was turning long length of blonde, and his green cloak was turning into black...Lucius Malfoy stood in front of them.
Hermione screamed. "It was you!"
"Silence!" Lucius barked, and darted out his wand to her. "Crucio!" Before the spell could hit her, Draco nudged her out of sight so that the curse hit the wall instead and aimed toward him. It missed, and finally surrendered in flames on the floor.
"Very well done, son. Helping a mudblood. Oh, how lovely," sneered his father.
"You son of a bitch!" Draco yelled.
"Language, Draco," warned Lucius with narrowed eyes.
"What do you want?" Draco shouted with fury.
"What I've always wanted, son. For you to join me in my most powerful time. For you to learn discipline on who's the right kind and who's the wrong kind..." he looked pointedly at Hermione.
"I will not!"
"You won't? Are you sure about that, son? I wouldn't want to force you, of course," Lucius said, fingering his wand lovingly. "But...if worst comes to worst..." he smiled grimly.
"What do you want with Cissa?" Hermione finally asked.
"I am glad you asked that, you filthy mudblood. It seems that since my granddaughter has the Malfoy blood within her, she will be my heir."
"You're crazy!" Draco suddenly said. "Crazy! It's over, Father, I will NEVER join you!"
"I see. Well, Draco, then it must occur in death."
Draco bit his lip. "Then it will. I would rather die than serve you."
"Draco!" Hermione gasped. "Don't..."
"Who said anything about you dying, Draco?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow. Before anybody could stop him - before Draco realized what was about to happen - Lucius pointed his wand at Hermione and yelled, "Avada Kedrava!"
*
Author's Notes: Thank you guys for pointing out the mistake of this story being under G/D AND ACTUALLY BEING POLITE ABOUT IT, and thanks for the compliments. However, I did not like the review in which somebody blamed me. It was an honest mistake and also, I am sorry I pissed you guys off? Well, guess what? I am so pissed off that you should take all the fucking sharp objects out of my view. Sorry for 'pissing you' off, anonymous lurker prick (stupid bitch - too scared to log in, eh? Better be). It was a mistake, and are you aware that I have over thirteen G/D ff's? I am a devoted fan to them. And even if it was just a mistake, why the hell did you keep on reading when it was clearly D/HR unless you really liked it? You act as if D/HR is repulsive. Well, it isn't. It has the same chance as G/D, and believe me I've had feelings for an enemy before, so who are you to say? Also, I changed the category already, so why did you bitch about it again? Have nothing better to do? Also, I do check my reviews. I am sorry, you must've forgotten who the hell I am. I check my reviews EVERY SINGLE DAY and I update faster than most ff writers. You probably have never had a review, Person-Who-Never-Left-Their-Name- When-They-Bitched-Because-They-Are-Scared. Nice long name...
Sorry if I offended anyone, this shout-out was to the anonymous prick
that told me I pissed off G/D fans.
Remember to review,
Love,
S.A. Court
