Dragon's Bride - Chapter Two
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are not mine. They belong to Time Warner and J.K. Rowling.
He was Draco Malfoy; he was solely responsible for the downfall of Hogwarts and his name granted him respect. So when he came out of the Gryffindor tower with a blond, pliable girl, no one dared to look twice at him. He dragged the Imperio-ed girl into the Great Hall where Voldemort sat on Dumbledore's chair looking down happily at the carnage surrounding him.
Draco fell down on his knees and said: "My Lord, I have a request that only you can grant me."
Voldemort still amused by the dead faces of his foes, smiled and replied: "Speak and it shall be granted."
Draco didn't tried to show it, but he felt victorious "Master, see this poor misled Gryffindor fool of a girl? She has rejected my affection on behalf of me being a Slytherin many times. Her name is Lavender Brown, her equally misled family is nearly as old and wealthy as mine and therefore her death would rather harm our side than aid it. I ask you, my Lord, to allow me to marry her in order to lift the Imperio curse to use a much older and effective magic and to be granted her family's riches."
Somewhere in the background he heard a sputter from Francis Parkinson, father of the incredibly talented in carnal matters (if otherwise rather unattractive) Pansy Parkinson.
The Dark Lord bestowed a smile on Draco and the girl he thought to be Lavender Brown. It was probably meant to be benevolent, but it only looked creepy and horrific like all of his smiles. Draco felt a bunch of tremors running through his bride-to-be. "So, young Master Malfoy has already picked the best of the bunch? And out of vengeance too. I am proud and grant your request under one condition," Draco held his breath. What would Voldemort want? His first-born? Malfoy Manor? "The house of Slytherin is the best in all the land, no one deserves better than a Slytherin. I want you to teach your wife this lesson thoroughly. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sire."
"Good. Now let's move on. I want Hogwarts burning down to the ground. Save nothing but the rare tomes in the library. I will built my own fortress on its ground and it will prevail for thousands of years to come."
Draco latched on to the arm of Hermione and dragged her to the next fireplace. "Malfoy Manor," he shouted and threw Floo powder into the flames. Hermione's world turned back.
***
She woke up in a soft bed hours later. The sheets were silky and there was a pot of tea next to her bed. She had finished her third cup when she realized that her head no longer felt like it was clouded in cotton candy. Instead everything was clear and she remembered. A creepy smile, Draco's request, her new identity... she grabbed a strand of her hair and was shocked to see that it were indeed Lavender's honey-blond locks instead of her own brunette mane. Her mind drifted further to her family and her friends all dead and she started to cry in dry heaving sobs like her body didn't had enough fluids to sustain her tears. She didn't know how long sh cried only that suddenly she heard the crash of a tea pot broken and the squeaky voice of a house-elf.
She looked up, but the house-elf had already disappeared. She went over to the broken tea pot and picked up a few pointy shards. She hid most of them all over the room and slipped the last one into the sleeve of her nightgown. Just in this moment a familiar smug Death Eater came through the door.
"Hello... Lavender," Draco said with some relish, "up already? Impatient for our wedding?" He came closer "For our wedding night?" A hand crept up her arm.
"Don't call me that." Hermione demanded, "that's not my name."
"What should I call you instead? Miss Brown? Or sweetheart? Darling? Lover?" His hand had sneaked its way down her arm and held her hand. He lifted her palm towards his face and blew a kiss on it. "Maybe I should put you under the Imperio again, because obviously you don't know what is good for you."
He let her hand go looking suddenly enraged: "Do you really want to reveal your real identity to everyone? Do want to experience the Crucio? Do you?" His face went so close to hers that their noses nearly touched. "Do you want to die, Hermione?" he whispered.
And then he ripped off the sleeve of her nightgown. The shard fell to the floor. "Then stop trying to kill me. --- Snipsy!" A house-elf appeared. "Get rid off the mess here. And you should better try to get rid of the last tiny shard in this room if you value your life."
Snipsy went to work and had soon found all of Hermione's hiding places. Another elf came and got rid off the unbroken tea pot and everything else easily broken and sharp. Draco watched with an amused glint in his eye how Hermione's defiant stance turned into slumped shoulder and downcast eyes when the elves were gone. "Miss Brown, there are a bunch of books on etiquette in the cupboard. I expect you to know their content by the heart tomorrow. Goodbye." He closed the door behind him, waited a few moments and then heard her sobbing. He smiled.
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are not mine. They belong to Time Warner and J.K. Rowling.
He was Draco Malfoy; he was solely responsible for the downfall of Hogwarts and his name granted him respect. So when he came out of the Gryffindor tower with a blond, pliable girl, no one dared to look twice at him. He dragged the Imperio-ed girl into the Great Hall where Voldemort sat on Dumbledore's chair looking down happily at the carnage surrounding him.
Draco fell down on his knees and said: "My Lord, I have a request that only you can grant me."
Voldemort still amused by the dead faces of his foes, smiled and replied: "Speak and it shall be granted."
Draco didn't tried to show it, but he felt victorious "Master, see this poor misled Gryffindor fool of a girl? She has rejected my affection on behalf of me being a Slytherin many times. Her name is Lavender Brown, her equally misled family is nearly as old and wealthy as mine and therefore her death would rather harm our side than aid it. I ask you, my Lord, to allow me to marry her in order to lift the Imperio curse to use a much older and effective magic and to be granted her family's riches."
Somewhere in the background he heard a sputter from Francis Parkinson, father of the incredibly talented in carnal matters (if otherwise rather unattractive) Pansy Parkinson.
The Dark Lord bestowed a smile on Draco and the girl he thought to be Lavender Brown. It was probably meant to be benevolent, but it only looked creepy and horrific like all of his smiles. Draco felt a bunch of tremors running through his bride-to-be. "So, young Master Malfoy has already picked the best of the bunch? And out of vengeance too. I am proud and grant your request under one condition," Draco held his breath. What would Voldemort want? His first-born? Malfoy Manor? "The house of Slytherin is the best in all the land, no one deserves better than a Slytherin. I want you to teach your wife this lesson thoroughly. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sire."
"Good. Now let's move on. I want Hogwarts burning down to the ground. Save nothing but the rare tomes in the library. I will built my own fortress on its ground and it will prevail for thousands of years to come."
Draco latched on to the arm of Hermione and dragged her to the next fireplace. "Malfoy Manor," he shouted and threw Floo powder into the flames. Hermione's world turned back.
***
She woke up in a soft bed hours later. The sheets were silky and there was a pot of tea next to her bed. She had finished her third cup when she realized that her head no longer felt like it was clouded in cotton candy. Instead everything was clear and she remembered. A creepy smile, Draco's request, her new identity... she grabbed a strand of her hair and was shocked to see that it were indeed Lavender's honey-blond locks instead of her own brunette mane. Her mind drifted further to her family and her friends all dead and she started to cry in dry heaving sobs like her body didn't had enough fluids to sustain her tears. She didn't know how long sh cried only that suddenly she heard the crash of a tea pot broken and the squeaky voice of a house-elf.
She looked up, but the house-elf had already disappeared. She went over to the broken tea pot and picked up a few pointy shards. She hid most of them all over the room and slipped the last one into the sleeve of her nightgown. Just in this moment a familiar smug Death Eater came through the door.
"Hello... Lavender," Draco said with some relish, "up already? Impatient for our wedding?" He came closer "For our wedding night?" A hand crept up her arm.
"Don't call me that." Hermione demanded, "that's not my name."
"What should I call you instead? Miss Brown? Or sweetheart? Darling? Lover?" His hand had sneaked its way down her arm and held her hand. He lifted her palm towards his face and blew a kiss on it. "Maybe I should put you under the Imperio again, because obviously you don't know what is good for you."
He let her hand go looking suddenly enraged: "Do you really want to reveal your real identity to everyone? Do want to experience the Crucio? Do you?" His face went so close to hers that their noses nearly touched. "Do you want to die, Hermione?" he whispered.
And then he ripped off the sleeve of her nightgown. The shard fell to the floor. "Then stop trying to kill me. --- Snipsy!" A house-elf appeared. "Get rid off the mess here. And you should better try to get rid of the last tiny shard in this room if you value your life."
Snipsy went to work and had soon found all of Hermione's hiding places. Another elf came and got rid off the unbroken tea pot and everything else easily broken and sharp. Draco watched with an amused glint in his eye how Hermione's defiant stance turned into slumped shoulder and downcast eyes when the elves were gone. "Miss Brown, there are a bunch of books on etiquette in the cupboard. I expect you to know their content by the heart tomorrow. Goodbye." He closed the door behind him, waited a few moments and then heard her sobbing. He smiled.