New Guy in the Club

AN: Hey, lookie here at this. Hmm, I think I remember what this was. Yeah, sorry, I'm trying, but I'm pretty sure from here on out its going to be trying to wrap it up. I think I know how it's going to end, and that should happen within the next chapter(s). Thanks to all those that stayed with this though. I really do appreciate it.

Chapter 14

Hermione woke up after passing out from a tight grip around her. She looked around the strange cold room she was contained in, chained to a wall. It was made completely of grey stone block and had dim uneven lighting. She looked to the right of her and saw Draco, also chained, watching intently what was going on in front of him. Following his gaze, Hermione saw five men in dark clothing moving around, talking in harsh whispers. After a few seconds, she remembered the events leading up to that point.

"Where are we?" she asked softly.

Draco looked around himself. "It's some sort of chamber. I've never been here before, but I'm guessing that it's on the outskirts of town where people don't go very often."

The men continued moving around in a fairly organized way. Hermione realized that they were preparing for whatever it was that would come next. Unable to hold it back, she left out a soft whimper of fear. This caused one of the men to turn around.

"Nice of you to finally wake up. We've been waiting long enough for you." He walked over to her, now just in front of her, towering over her. Hermione shrunk back as he fiercely looked down at her. "Not bad Draco. Not bad...but too bad, if you catch my drift."

"How do you know Draco?" demanded Hermione.

"Let's just say he's friends of the family," replied the dark figure. He turned back to the other four and muttered something to them. One chuckled and then took his turn to approach the girl. At this point Hermione wanted nothing more than to be home in her bed, curled up and maybe on the phone with a friend talking about a new shirt she had just bought that she really didn't need but insisted upon having nonetheless. She closed her eyes for a few seconds wishing for this to all go away, but when she opened them, she found the reality of the situation staring back at her with an evil grin on its face. The man examined her and she could faintly see a look of realization spread across his face.

"It's you!" he exclaimed. He went on. "This could give me more satisfaction than I thought. Remember me?" He stepped closer so she was looking directly up into his face. Surprise and then fear burst on her face when she realized what she saw: the same exact cold grey eyes that had been haunting her ever since that dreadful night. "I guess you do." He smiled sadistically and then hit her across her face. Hermione's head whipped to the side and hit the wall. Not able to hold herself up, she stumbled and fell, held up only by the chains.

"Hermione!" Draco yelled, trying to reach her even though he was obviously too far away. "You bastard!" He now directed his anger at the man in front of Hermione. "It's one thing to hit someone, but hitting a female is incredibly low. Why don't you pick on someone that can handle your sick ways? What did she ever do to you?"

"Ah, Draco. Do you seem to recall a night a while back where I came home quite angry? You hit the nail on the head with you accusations. And it was this little flower that was the cause of all of this anger." Upon saying this, he lifted Hermione's chin, demonstrating her. Hermione jumped to the first thing she thought of and bit down on his finger as hard as she could.

"Bitch. How about I break that jaw of yours off?" The man grabbed it and pulled it down against her trying to remain her hold. Quickly he pulled his finger out and slammed her jaw back up. Tears formed in her eyes as her teeth hit against each other with such force. Draco reacted upon instinct and kicked his leg out as hard as he could, which flung the shoe he had been loosening at the man. It hit him right above his ear, causing him to spin around.

"Son," he began as Hermione's eyes widened with realization. "I thought that I raised you better than that, especially with the punishment for such deeds."

"You could kiss my ass for all I care," Draco responded angrily. "It's one thing to beat up on me, but an innocent girl that you don't even know is completely different. Now I get why Mom is never around. I never though you could sink as low to hurt a woman, but I guess I was wrong."

Lucius growled at Draco, sending him death glares. "I'll deal with you later." He turned to the men behind him. "I think it is time for it to all begin."
"For what to begin?" asked Draco.

"Our intentions were to bring you here, but now that we see the extra tagalong, we decided there to be a change of plans."

The men wheeled over a covered table. One pulled away the red velvet draping and revealed an assortment of sharp utensils. The same person walked over to Hermione and pulled out the cell phone she received for her last birthday.

"We're going to play a little game," he told her. This was meant for Draco, but like we said: there's been a change of plans." He chuckled and then went on. The rest of the room was in complete silence and Hermione thought she could almost feel the cold and hate radiating off of the walls. She shrunk back from the large man in front of her. "We're going to take the first number on here and call it. It's up to that person to get here and save you...well in this case the two of you...before it's too late. Here goes." He pressed a few buttons as Hermione realized who that person was going to be.

"Draco," she whispered so the men couldn't hear. "I'm so sorry. We're going to die."

"How can you be so negative?" he asked.

"The first person on my list? It's Harry." She began to cry.

"Don't cry. We're going to make it through this," he told her, though he wasn't sure if he believed himself on the inside.

"Please be right," she sobbed to him. She paused and then looked up at him with complete sincerity in her eyes. "I love you, Draco," she whispered. Draco was about to reply when the man's voice interrupted.

"Hello? Yes, I have Hermione here along with her friend. You have ten minutes to get here or else they die. The directions are the following: take 49th to Pillard. Go down it and take your first left. It is the only building on that street. We are in the basement. Good luck." He hung up and turned to Draco and Hermione. "Now, on with the fun." He walked back to the other men and the table. Lucius was the first to take anything off of the table. It was a dagger.

"Hey Draco...it's later," he said and threw the dagger at him, it penetrating his left hand and into a crevice of the wall. "That's better," Lucius commented, hearing Draco's yell.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco asked his father.

"It all started with the birth of you," he replied. "All your mother would talk about was the new baby. I didn't care about the little toys you could play with. You were supposed to follow me, be like me. That didn't work out with your mother's interference. She raised you to have morals and a conscience, so that all went down the drain. I tried to still train you, but it was of no use. That is what's wrong with me."

"That's the sorriest thing that I've ever heard," Draco told him, wincing in pain.

"Yeah, well now you're going to get to watch your little girlfriend die, so we'll see who is sorry then." Lucius walked back to the table and drew a scalpel, and then walked over to Hermione. She pulled back, but he held her still.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I think your neck would look nice in two pieces, how about you? No? Well then I guess I'll just have to make do. Five minutes, don't forget. Until then, I'll play around a bit."

He took the scalpel and drew a line down her face, still holding her tightly in place. Blood trickled down her face, mixing with tears. The salt stung her wounds. Another minute went by. Four. She didn't think she could take much more of this. A small part of her wished herself already dead.

"No reason to cry, now," Lucius told her. "After all, you're going to a better place." He buried the scalpel in her stomach. She gasped in loudly and tried to not cry or move at all. She was now hanging from the chains. Three minutes. "Look what you made me do. Now I need another tool. I'm not sure if there's time for that though. Oh, I think there is. You should really get that out of you, though." He sharply pulled it from her and threw it instead into Draco's stomach, ignoring his sons screaming. Blood poured from the wound. The other men by this point had left the room, their part being done.

Lucius crossed back to the table and got the sharpest blade there. "Two minutes, my dear. You had better hope your friend hurries." He walked back over to her. "Now what should I do next. This is always my favorite part. The end. That's really what it is for you. You have nothing left, no hope, no strength, and soon enough, no life. All because you had to jump on every guy that walks into this town. Maybe you'll learn your lesson."

A loud bang resounded in the and they all looked up. Harry had made it. He looked at Hermione and Draco. In Draco he could see the knife and scalpel. Not realizing the immediate danger Hermione was in, he ran to Draco first.

"I'm sorry for anything I've every done wrong to you," Harry told him as he pulled the knife out with all his might first."

"The feeling is mutual," replied Draco. Just hurry.

"You have less than a minute," Lucius updated. Harry then went for the chains, and quickly undid them. He and Draco both darted for Hermione to help her but Lucius stood in their way. "Time's up," he said. He turned around and quickly made a cut across Hermione's chest. Draco dashed over and held her.

"No!" he yelled. "You can't die!" Tears began to pour from his eyes. "I love you," he whispered and ripped his shirt. He made a gauze-type thing to try to sustain the blood flow. "Keep her alive," he told to Harry. He ran over to his father and took the scalpel from his stomach. Lucius saw him coming. He spun around.

"You're not really going to kill me, are you?"

"After what you did to Hermione?"

"Is that her name? Pretty. But you still don't have the guts. You can't do it."

Suddenly Draco dove for the table. He threw as many of the utensils as he could at his father. One hit him in the chest, and he sunk to the floor. Within seconds he was dead. Draco quickly ran back to Hermione, tears blurring his vision. He took her from Harry.

"Hang on, just a bit longer, Harry's calling an ambulance now. You're going to be all right."

Hermione looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Softly she said, "Remember me always. Goodbye." She closed her eyes and Draco felt her heart stop.

"No!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He hugged her body close to his own and began to scream. "I love you!" he yelled to the body. "You can't leave me!" he sobbed. Harry looked over helplessly. Then he saw Draco stop and carefully place Hermione's body down. The young Malfoy walked over to the table and took the only thing left on it: a knife. Harry realized what he was going to do.

"Don't. Malfoy, don't kill yourself. Please. Not for me, but for Hermione." Draco halted for a second. "She wouldn't want you to do this. If she really loved you she wouldn't. And you won't if you really love her. You have to live your life for her. She died for you." Draco realized Harry was right and put the knife down. He collapsed in despair and burst into hysterics. All Harry could do was watch and wait for something else to happen.

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Draco looked down at the piece of stone in front of him. It was twenty years later. He had married only because he knew Hermione would have wanted him to. He never did forget her, and an everlasting love still existed within his heart; she could never be replaced. He had one daughter and named her Hermione. He came here at least once a week to talk to this amazing girl he had lost on a horrible night, one he would never forget. He looked down and for the millionth time read the inscription:

Hermione Anne Granger

1986-2001

Always Remembered

Always Loved

Died for Love

The end. I was about to cry when writing it so I hope it ended up as good as I envisioned it. Thank so much to all my reviewers, I hope this story is still read for a while. Please tell me how you liked it and if you think I should do anything from here!