Eight: Take me with you.

A/N- Sorry it took me so long to post my next chapter, I've been doing other things, other stories, my own stories not just fanfics, well here it is- review please, and tell me what you think.

It had been eight weeks since Draco had seen Hermoine.

He had left her with Saint Potter- going off on his own to find and destroy his fucking excuse of a father, to hopefully put a stop to this insanity.

His father was easy enough to find, Lucius had always been one for glamour, and due to that…rumors had started flowing around Paris. Draco had taken those rumors, and what he knew of his father- and had flown to Paris, knowing that Lucius would be there.

A woman came flying down a back alley street, her pale eyes wide with fear, her mouth open emitting an earsplitting screech.

Draco grabbed her arm, telling her she was safe before asking: "Qu'est-ce qu'ue y a?"

The woman let out a gasp of relief at the realization that Draco could speak her language, she then began trilling out her story. Draco learned that men in black with strange masks were torturing people in the backyard of La Maison du Blanc. He thanked her and then grabbed her away from a flash of yellow light that shattered the night.

Quickly Draco asked: "Quoi d'autre?"

"Non! Non Monsieur, je suis peur! Oh! Je suis tres peur!" she ran without giving Draco more, he let her go, she had given enough, she had given all the information her terrified mind could and he didn't need anymore casualties.

La Maison was now in view, Draco approached in shadow. His heart stopped.

Hermoine was tethered to a stake, bloodied, broken and bruised; her golden hair tangled and full of dried, dirtied blood.

"Jesus!" Draco cursed. If Hermoine was here, where the hell was Potter?

Hermoine. It felt good to say her name, even mentally- now was not the time to think things other than saving her and kicking Death Eater ass. But still…why was Hermoine here? She should be anywhere but here! Anywhere but the backyard of some mansion with a hoard of Death Eaters…damn it! Now he had something- someone- to keep alive, Draco wasn't a master of keeping things alive, he was a master of destruction, that was the perk of being a Malfoy.

He snuck quietly into the courtyard, making sure no one saw him, keeping his back to a wall, features set and hard, mind raging with thoughts he had hoped he would never have to think.

Creeping closer, Draco could just barely make out the head Death Eater, or what seemed to be the head Death Eater. He was talking, taunting Hermoine. At that moment, Draco knew…Lucius Malfoy, his father, was right in front of him.

Draco's heart filled with rage and for the first time in his life- all he saw was red…

You're ok, Hermoine's conscious comforted, this is only a bad dream, in a few moments you'll wake up in your own bed at Grimmauld and you'll remind yourself to never go on an adventure again, if you want one bad enough…read books.

The Death Eater that stood before her prodded her a few times before yelling: "Crucio!"

Hermoine felt more pain in a few split seconds than she had ever felt in her entire life. A cold voice penetrated her thoughts and suddenly the voice had a face, as the masked demon removed his porcelain visage.

Lucius Malfoy.

Satan's father. Satan in name more-so than even Draco. He was ruthless, he was sadistic, he was everything nightmare's could muster and more. He stepped up to her and lifted her chin with a gloved hand, meeting Hermoine's eyes with his cold, blue, pearls. They were pure mockeries of Draco's- only not as silvery, not as gray.

"Well, well little Mudblood, got a little lost did we?" his lips pulled back into something close to a snarl, his eyes full of sneer. He jerked Hermoine's head roughly when she let her eyes drift away from him, "You will look me in the eyes when I speak to you, Mudblood, and you will call me Master when responding, do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah," Hermoine croaked out through dry, bloodied lips, "you sure do dickwad."

The blow Hermoine was dealt was harder than she had expected.

"Disrespect me again and I may finish you here and now."

"Good, at least then I won't have to see your ug-" she didn't get to finish. Lucius had grabbed her and pulled her roughly from the stake, tearing her bonds, leaving bloody welts along her arms where she'd been tied.

"I warned you," he growled, "I warned you, Mudblood, and now…I'll fall through with my promise."

His wand arm rose and Hermoine tilted her head, wanting to meet death head on…but death never came. Instead the courtyard erupted into chaos. Death Eaters began rushing in every direction, Lucius was yowling out orders, and then Draco was there.

He ran past her like some bat out of hell, Hermoine grabbed his arm, and he looked at her as if he barely recognized her.

"Take me with you." she rasped, her lips cracking from the effort of talking.

He didn't say anything, just grabbed her hand and pulled her with him, while behind them La Maison crumbled to the ground.

Hermoine had never seen an assortment of creatures so bizarre before. Death Eaters ran with the rest of the Paris populace like humans, they were all equally monstrous and Hermoine wanted to sink into the floor boards…until she realized that she was one of the monsters.

A/N- Review, please, I'm sorry this took so long and then ended so short, next chapter is called "Forget anything I said" please review.

Language time:

"Qu'est-ce qu'ue y a?" : What's wrong

"Quoi d'autre?" : Anything else

"Non! Non Monsieur, je suis peur! Oh! Je suis tres peur!" : No! no mister, I'm scared! Oh! I'm so scared!