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This next chapter is pretty violent but not as violent as some of the other fan fics I've read. I'm warning you now there is quite a bit of violence, so if you don't like it DON'T READ IT! OK enough of my blabbering here comes the second chapter!
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Draco sat on the hard, cold, stone floor of Malfoy Manor's dungeon, his hands shackled above him. His cheek was crusted with dry blood from where his father had scraped him with his long fingernails earlier, and his whole body was in total agony as he tried to move to a more comfortable position. Draco passed the time by thinking about Hermione as he did every single second of every single day. She'd written to him once already and he knew what it said because his father had taunted, teased, jeered, and put him on the Cruciatus Curse when he read it out loud to him. His father loved to use that curse on him. Besides putting the Cruciatus Curse on him, his father had also beat him with the metal stick that he always carried around with him. It had a metal dragon head on the top of it and he was told that it was a present from Voldemort himself. He usually liked to use the metal stick on Draco so he was very familiar with it. Ever since Draco had come home for summer break, his father kept him chained down in the dungeons. It was to 'teach him a lesson' as his father put it. He was fed bread and water and his cuts and bruises were tended to and somewhat healed by the house-elf Gremblindrawf. The clang of the dungeon door sent Draco's heart in a flutter as he realized that his father was coming to release his fury on him yet again. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was with Hermione and her parents at a Muggle hockey game. His father would have been so angry if he knew that Draco had been invited to do something involving Muggles and half bloods. Lucius Malfoy walked into the dungeon holding his wand and grinning devilishly.
"Hello lover boy. How's life treating you down here?" Lucius asked sarcastically. "You've been down here, what, a month now?" All Draco could do was glare at him. "I do believe it is time for another punishment. The last time I punished you for talking to Muggles at King's Cross like an equal, and this time I'm going to punish you for kissing that filthy, ugly Mudblood."
"She's not ugly! She's beautiful!" Draco yelled before he could stop himself.
"What did you say to me boy?" Lucius asked fiercely as he walked over to Draco and grabbed his chin to make him look him in the eye. Draco winced slightly, for his father's hand had grabbed the gashes that had been imprinted in his cheek.
"I said that she's not ugly. She's beautiful, I enjoy kissing her, and if you don't like it you can go to hell," Draco said coldly through clenched teeth.
"She's a Mudblood and you're a pureblood! Our kind and her kind do not mix," Lucius stated harshly as he let go of Draco. "When I take you to be trained by the Dark Lord, he will teach you to hate once again, since apparently you've gone soft. You will hate all Mudbloods, you will kill them all, including your precious Hermione."
"I would never do that to her you sick son of a bitch!" yelled Draco as he strained against his bonds.
"Of course you will. You see, Draco, no matter what the Dark Lord will win and you will become one of us," Lucius drawled as he pushed a strand of his long blonde hair away from his hideous face.
"I will never be like you," growled Draco.
Lucius sneered and said, "You will be like me, even if it means torturing you."
Draco glowered at him and clashed his teeth together in frustration as he said softly, "Torture me all you want father, but I will always love her."
This seemed to push Lucius off the edge for the next thing Draco knew his whole body was in agony as he writhed and twisted around in his chains. One thousand knives seemed to be stabbing his body over and over again, and his insides felt as if they were being ripped out of his body and torn to shreds openly on the dungeon floor.
'Make it stop!' he pleaded in his head again and again. He wouldn't scream out, it would show weakness and he didn't want to give his father the satisfaction of his misery. It seemed like eternity until finally it stopped and his father started to laugh manically. Draco's body collapsed into the chains and became limp.
"Awww can miserable, weak minded Dracy not take the pain?" his father mocked in a babyish voice. "You haven't felt the worst of it yet. Crucio!"
Draco remembered his flesh tearing and felt blood dripping down his back, he remembered screaming out, but nothing more for he blacked out.
When Draco woke up he was lying on his own bed in his room. He lifted up and looked at his wrists where the chains had been tightly bound and found them to be very swollen and red. He rubbed them tenderly and tried to sit up. As soon as he sat up dizziness overwhelmed him and he had to lie back down.
"Damn bastard," muttered Draco to himself, "left me under the curse for too long and caused me to black out."
He finally found the strength to sit up and then eventually stand, but he found as he did so his body screamed in pain and he began to get a splitting headache.
'Oh damn, my head hurts,' thought Draco as he winced in pain and held the side of his head. 'I wonder if I still have some of that Muggle medicine that Hermione gave me awhile ago.'
Draco groaned with every step he took towards his bathroom and he finally reached the medicine cabinet. He looked at his reflection before he retrieved the Tylenol and he gasped.
'Man I look like crap,' Draco thought as he touched his black eye.
'I could really use a shower,' he pondered to himself as he ran his fingers through his raggedy, greasy, hadn't-been-washed-in-awhile blonde hair. 'Oh why did I decide to wear white that day?'
Draco took off his bloodstained cotton white tee-shirt, tossed it aside, and inspected his shirtless body carefully in the mirror. To his horror he saw many purplish and yellow bruises covering it. His lip was deeply cut, dried blood covered the wound, and there were gashes where his father had ripped open the side of his face with his long fingernails. He turned to inspect his back and his mouth fell open when he saw the many deep cuts that bore into his back from being under the Cruciatus Curse for too long. Those wounds were the deepest and still bleeding. He looked as if he had just been through a battle and lost terribly.
'Damn I wish I had my wand right now so I could fix these wounds,' thought Draco as he opened his medicine cabinet with trembling fingers and took out the Tylenol.
Lucius had taken away Draco's wand the day after he came home from King's Cross and told him that he would be getting it back at the end of the summer. Draco knew however that his wand really had been taken away because his father wanted to use it against him. Lucius didn't want Draco to benefit from being able to heal himself of the wounds that were given to him. Suffer, discontent, verbal abuse, and pain are only a few of Lucius' favorite words in the dictionary after all. He filled up a glass of water and swallowed the Muggle medicine in one big gulp.
'Let's hope this Muggle remedy works,' thought Draco hopefully as he put away the medicine.
Draco stripped off his blood stained blue jeans and boxers, threw them in a pile on the floor, and stepped into the shower. He turned on the shower and as the warm water flowed down his back and into his cuts, he screamed in agony. He watched as his blood flowed down the drain and he took some soap in his hand and gently massaged his beaten skin. It stung a lot and his face crunched up in pain but he knew it would keep the cuts that weren't already infected from getting infected. He leaned his head back and wet his hair before putting shampoo in his hand, closing his eyes as the water flowed over his head. He lathered and rinsed his hair three times just to get all the grease out that had been in his hair. Finally when he felt clean enough, he turned off the shower and stepped out just in time to see the bathroom door close shut. Clean towels that weren't there before hung on a rack by the shower. He wrapped a towel around him and walked out of the bathroom and to his dresser. He pulled out some clean boxers, a clean pair of khaki pants, and pulled a dark green polo shirt over his head to cover his start of a six pack. He combed through his wet hair and left it to dry on its own before sitting down on his bed to read "The True Art Behind the Dark Arts" by Salika Mushnet. He read no more than the first page before he became incredibly bored and threw it aside. He walked over to his bedroom door and tried to open it hoping that he could sneak out to get some food, but it was tightly locked with a Sealing Charm. He sighed and turned to go sit on his bed to do nothing when he heard a loud knocking on his door.
"Young Master Malfoy I have your lunch, sir," came a high pitched voice from outside of his door. "May I come in?"
"Yes Gremblindrawf you can come in," sighed Draco in an annoyed tone.
The door unlocked and in stepped Gremblindrawf, the house elf, carrying a piece of bread and a glass of water.
Draco sighed when he took his meal from the elf and asked, "This is it?"
"I sorry sir, I wish to give more, but Master says to only give you this much for now. He says you're still being punished," the house elf explained.
"Whatever," mumbled Draco through the bread he was eating.
"Young Master must be careful when eating. He is spilling crumbs he is," the house elf said.
"Well if you're going to throw a fit about it you can take back the rest of the stupid bread! I don't want it!" Draco yelled as he chucked the rest of his meal at the elf. He wasn't really angry; the house elf just annoyed him.
The elf squealed in terror as she said, "Young Master must control his temper."
"Control my temper! I have to be confined to this stupid room probably for the rest of summer vacation, and I'll probably be beaten a couple more times by my father as well. And you're telling me to control my temper? That's bullshit!" yelled an outraged Draco as he took his glass of water, threw it against the wall, and watched as it shattered into pieces. The house elf was so terrified that she ran out of the room squealing in terror and muttering to herself.
"Shit, I spilled my water," said Draco calmly as he started to pick up the shattered glass from off the carpet.
"Now, now Draco that was unnecessary," said Lucius as he stepped into Draco's room and shut the door.
Draco suddenly dropped all the glass shards he was holding in surprise then said in a cold voice, "What the hell do you want?"
"Must you always be so harsh towards me, Draco?" his father asked as he took a hand and lightly brushed the side of Draco's face.
"Maybe because I hate you," said Draco harshly as he hit his father's hand away and sat down on his bed. His father ignored him.
"I've come to give you some good news. Now do you want to hear it or not?" snapped his father.
"Is it good news for you or good news for me?" asked Draco.
"I had a meeting with the Dark Lord today and we discussed the Mudblood problem," Lucius said spitting out the word Mudblood as if it were venom on his lips. "We decided that to get total forgiveness from the Dark Lord you must kill Hermione Granger."
His father's words stunned Draco so much that he made a gasping sound as his eyes opened wide at the thought.
"K-k-k-k-kill her?" he stuttered.
"Yes but not with the normal death curse. You will use the wonderful Cruciatus Curse and torture her until she dies. You will write her a break up letter and give to her when we go over to her house tonight," explained his father with a sadistic grin plastered on his face.
"Tonight?!? Write her a break up letter?!? Never! You can't make me do it!" yelled Draco angrily as he jumped to his feet in frustration.
"Imperio!" yelled his father.
The curse hit Draco right in the chest, and he suddenly felt relaxed and content as if he didn't have a care in the world. Then he heard his father's voice in the back of his head somewhere saying, "You will kill the Mudblood Hermione Granger."
He heard himself reply in a zoned out tone, "Yes father I will kill Hermione."
The curse was then released and the relaxed comfortable feeling went away.
"I'm glad that you will. I'll be standing right beside you to make sure you do," his father said as he glowered at Draco, left the room and locked the door behind him.
Draco plopped face down into his bed and started to cry. His father would have told him that crying was unacceptable, and that Malfoys don't cry. But he was going to be forced to kill the only woman, the only person who he had ever really loved, so he found it quite acceptable to cry right at the moment.
"Why me?" Draco asked himself as he sobbed into his pillow. "Why do I have to be Voldemort's stupid heir?"
The rest of the day passed very quickly to Draco and soon the sun sunk into the horizon and the moon rose into the darkened sky. It was a full moon. He heard his door open and he groaned when his father walked happily into the room holding a piece of parchment in his left hand and a quill in the other.
"It is time to show your loyalty to the Dark Lord, Draco," his father demanded shoving the quill and the letter into Draco's hands. "Now this is what you will write. Imperio!"
Before Draco could react, he was hit with Lucius' curse.
"Pick up the quill and walk to the desk, Draco," commanded Lucius and Draco did so.
'Fuck you father, fuck you,' Draco said in his head as he obeyed.
"Write, Dear Hermione," said Lucius and Draco did so.
Finally after a couple of minutes that were agonizing to Draco, his father said, "Now sign your name."
When Draco was done the letter looked something like this:
Dear Hermione,
I have decided that being the heir to the Dark Lord's throne is more important than our relationship. I never really loved you, I was pretending because I needed to satisfy my boyish hormones. I really have feelings for Pansy Parkinson another Slytherin like myself. I'm sorry but your kind and my kind do not mix, and because I want to make my master happy we can not be together.
Sincerely,
Draco
His father then took the parchment and the quill, released him from the curse, and said, "Now are you going to come willingly with me or am I going to have to drag you?"
Draco didn't respond but glared at his father, hatred shining in his gray eyes.
"Obviously I'm going to have to drag you," muttered his father.
Lucius walked over to him, grabbed him by his forearm and started to walk out the door. Draco stood his ground.
"Now, now Draco. Am I going to have to Stupefy you?" threatened Lucius.
Draco reluctantly followed his father, not wanting to end up in a worse situation. Lucius walked downstairs, into the family room and stopped right in front of the fire place.
"OK, Draco let's go over our plan," said Lucius. "You will floo to her house. I just checked up on it and the Grangers recently connected their fireplace with the Floo system, probably from some complaining from that bitch Hermione."
It took a lot of courage for Draco to resist the urge to hit him just then.
"I will give you five minutes, and only five, to say your goodbyes. You should thank me for letting you do that. I will appear after five minutes and you will give her the note you wrote and I will watch as you slowly kill her. If you succeed I will take you immediately to the Dark Lord who you will apologize fervently to on bended knee, then you will join our meetings every night on the first of the month to learn how to become a Death Eater and have your initiation into our inner circle. If you fail your task, Draco, you will spend the rest of the summer in the dungeon with none other than me to punish you every so often. Also if you fail you will still go to the meetings, and the Dark Lord will deal with you during that time. I strongly suggest for you to actually kill her so that you do not have to be punished by the Dark Lord himself. Let me tell you he is merciless," explained his father as he shoved Draco's wand into his hand and held out a flowerpot of floo powder. "Go now."
Draco sighed, took a handful of floo powder and shouted "Granger household!"
The next thing he knew he wasn't in the Manor but instead in a very cozy looking home. A box that had people moving in it was on and Hermione had been sitting there watching it in a short grey shorts and a tight, light pink tank top. She jumped up and let out a startled scream, however, when Draco appeared.
"Draco!" she squealed when she saw him as she ran up to him and threw her arms around him. He didn't hug her back. "I didn't know you're house was connected to mine."
She pulled away and looked at him curiously.
"Draco? What's the matter? You look as if your best friend just died," Hermione said as she brushed a strand of his blonde hair away from his face. "Oh my God, Draco! What happened to your face?"
"I hope you don't mind me intruding," said Draco sadly. He quickly tried to think of something, anything but he knew that his father was coming soon.
"Of course I don't mind. Intrude anytime you want," said Hermione with a look of worry plastered on her unblemished face.
'Damn she looks so hot,' thought Draco as he looked at her.
The break up letter felt like a heavy weight in his pocket as he walked over to the fireplace mantle and looked at a silent picture of Hermione's family. He was surprised when it didn't move. "What the?" he asked himself.
"Draco what happened? Why do you look so downcast and what in the world happened to your face?" asked Hermione in a concerned tone bringing Draco's attention from the picture to her. "Please tell me."
"Where are your parents, Hermione?" asked Draco suddenly as he turned away from the picture.
"They went out to dinner for their anniversary," explained Hermione. "Draco, please tell me what happened!"
"Good," Draco let out a huge sigh. "Hermione I love you."
"I love you too, Draco. But what in Merlin's name..." replied Hermione.
She never got the chance to finish her sentence because Draco pulled her in and kissed her passionately.
He pulled back from the embrace, pointed at his face, and said, "My father did this to me. I told him I didn't want to be like him and that I loved you."
Hermione gasped and said, "Draco, why didn't you contact Dumbledore?"
"Because so far I've spent my whole summer vacation down in Malfoy Manor's..." started Draco but was interrupted by his father suddenly appearing at his side and clamping his hand over Draco's mouth. He didn't hear him come in.
"Well Draco I think that's enough out of you. Did you give the Mudblood the note that you wrote her?" snapped his father as he released the hand from Draco's mouth and glared menacingly at Hermione.
Hermione gasped at the sight of Lucius and shot Draco a questioning look as she stammered, "Y-y-y-you wrote m-m-me a note, Draco?"
"No actually..." started Draco but his father clamped a hand over his mouth again.
"Yes he did, and he's going to give it to you right now. Aren't you Draco?" Lucius asked firmly.
"Why don't you let Draco speak for himself Mr. Malfoy," snapped Hermione viciously as she put her hands firmly on her hips.
Lucius removed his hand and softly whispered Imperio under his breath.
'Damn,' Draco cursed to himself.
"Now Draco, did you write me a note?" asked Hermione curiously her eyebrows rising into her bangs.
'Say yes,' He heard his father say in the back of his head.
"Yes," he heard himself reply in a monotone voice.
He wanted to scream, to tell Hermione that she was in danger and to get out, but he was under a curse where he couldn't control himself or his actions.
'So this is how Hermione is going to die. With the thought that her boyfriend, someone who she thought she could trust, killed her,' Draco thought to himself as he heard his father speak to him again in his head.
"Give her the note, Draco," he whispered.
'No!' he thought. Draco felt himself reach into his pocket, take out the note, and place it into Hermione's outstretched hand. He watched in horror as she unfolded the note and read it.
He saw tears well up in her gorgeous brown eyes and heard her say, "Well if that's the way you want it, fine."
He was amazed at how calmly she took it all in, and as she walked away Draco heard his father's voice speak to him saying, 'Kill her Draco.'
He watched as he raised his wand and he felt tears well up in the corner of his eyes. He couldn't do it.
'NO!' he yelled inside of his head. 'NO, I'M NOT GOING TO KILL MY GIRLFRIEND!'
Then he heard his father's voice again and his head felt like it was going to explode in pain as he yelled, "GODDAMN IT DRACO! KILL HER!"
"NO!" he yelled but this time he yelled it out loud. He was freed from the curse.
Hermione spun around with a confused look on her face as she said, "What did you say?"
"I said no," Draco whispered breathlessly his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"No what? You don't want to break up with me? Don't you think you've done enough damage writing me this letter and breaking my heart?!?" screamed Hermione her face red and flushed with anger.
"I didn't write that note! My dad made me, I was under the Imperious! He's making me break up with you, but I don't really want to because I love you too damn much! Now he wants to kill you so get the fuck out of here!" Draco said quickly.
"Damn you Draco! I knew you'd go soft on me! Stand aside boy!" yelled his father as he pushed Draco to the floor. "Crucio!"
The curse hit Hermione forcefully and he watched as she fell onto the ground writhing and thrashing about in pain. He heard her screaming in agony and he couldn't take it. He couldn't let her die. He suddenly leapt up off the ground and lunged at his father breaking his concentration and aim so that the curse was freed from Hermione. He wrestled Lucius' wand hand and pinned it to the ground, straddling his father's thin figure with both of his legs. He was very strong for a boy his age so he had no trouble keeping him down.
"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" shouted Lucius angrily. The curses missed Hermione narrowly and bounced off of the lamps and pictures of her family.
"RUN Hermione!" Draco yelled as his father struggled to get up.
She hurriedly got up off of the ground and screamed, "I love you, Draco!" Then he watched as she bolted out of the door, got into her Muggle car, and drove away into the night.
This chappie was a little darker than the last I think. About the car thing, Hermione did just end her 6th year at Hogwarts so Hermione would be old enough to drive in the Muggle world, and since her parents are Muggles I thought it would be cool for her to have a car. Thanks for reading!