Love Hurts

Chapter Four:

"There are pre-requisites for this position you understand," the slimy voice of Voldermort hissed to his young apprentice.

"Yes, Master anything to please you Dark Lord," The youth groveled.

" I have assigned Master Zabini here to you, he will undertake any dirty duties, as my heir, if ever I should fall that is, you should spend more time learning all the ways of the true wizarding ways and avoid getting your hands dirty at all costs," the dark lords voice would normally cause shivers to go up any normal persons spine but the young heir had grown so accustomed to it and the voice of the dark lord was no deterrent to him.

"How must we deal with the traitors father?" he questioned something that was rarely allowed in any circle of the death eaters but a luxury afforded only to the dark Lord's current favorite.

"We, my son have uses for those who betray us," Voldermort smiled his sickening smile only shown when he was thinking up something terrible. No one knew what was going on in the mad mind of the Dark Lord but when he smiled you knew he was thinking very sadistic thoughts.

"Lucius?" a torn and tattered Mrs Malfoy called meekly to her husband hoping the people guarding their two separate but side by side cells would not hear her and what she was about to tell her husband. She reached her hands through the cold metal bars reaching for the love of her life. He cried out when he saw her hands once beautiful and delicate now smattered with dried blood and many bruises.

"Yes, my love," he also reached his hands out also in a terrible condition for her. Despite popular belief Lucius and Narcissica were very much in love since their youth and had been overjoyed when they had learned of their arranged marriage. Together they had received their dark marks and at nights the now Mrs Malfoy worried about the whereabouts of her husband and the safety of his missions always praying that her husband would come home to her and smothering him with love when he arrived home safe and sound.

When the death eaters had raided their house after their sons failed mission her husband had protected her valiantly and had held her as she wept at the news of her sons disgrace. He had always sung her to sleep as she lay crying in her cell softly soothing her tormented soul. He also knew that his wife was an exceptional witch with many hidden talents. She did not need to know the dark arts for her secret abilities were powerful enough to dispel them. That didn't mean she had not learned and mastered the dark arts and was indeed a power that would become a worthy adversary against the Dark Lord.

"He is safe," she whispered in reply to her husband who in response squeezed her hand gently. The sense of foreboding that had haunted her in regards to her son had dispelled as if a foggy cloud had been lifted and she was rushed with relief at the news her abilities has provided her with. She quickly removed her hand from her husbands and moved back in her cell as a guard rounded the corner.

A shackled and very disheveled Mr and Mrs Malfoy were pushed into the room forced onto their knees, their normally snobbish air that normally followed them was non-exsistent. There were red welts and marks where the shackles detained them as well as fresh bruises and wounds from savage beatings handed down by the Death Eaters who saw them as the traitors that they were not. They had always been loyal to the dark lord but since their betrayal they had both reassessed their position and had agreed to do anything that would hinder the progress of the dark lord.

The young master circled the two Malfoys trying to work out their weakness but was finding it most difficult to find any as after years of training had become masters at hiding what they did not want to become common knowledge. He took his hand first to the lady, lucius stiffening trying to hide his love for his wife which is seen as weakness in the eyes of the death eaters but the heir saw immediately Lucius's weak point. He laughed sadistically as he beat once again into the delicate female. When he was finished he stepped back to admire his handiwork only to become enraged at the placid accepting smile on Narcissica's face.

"She knows something," the heir said to his minions, "take her away and find out what she knows, use any force necessary but do not kill her. Remember Dead Men Tell No Tales." two death eaters came up to Mrs Malfoy and took her away ignoring the look of worry plastered on Mr Malfoys face.

"We have a mission for you Mr. Malfoy," the evil apprentice hissed with glee, "We need to locate your son and we think that you know exactly where he is." Lucius shook his head violently, he had been lied to and betrayed by the death eaters, he would do anything in his power to save his son from the pain they would inflict upon him if he were found and despite popular belief he had no clue about the where about of his son. Little did he know his wife knew exactly where he was and the death eaters that had taken her away were at that very moment trying to extract that information from here. Little did they know that she was leading them on a wild goose chase and she would never reveal the location of her one and only child. Little did they all know he was not as far away as they had expected.

Hermoine walked around the dark room lit only by her wand inspecting the room for anything that may be of assistance. She stumbled upon a fireplace and a wooden desk and chair covered in papers she did not understand, despite her many skills with language and ability to learn quickly she could not understand the script in front of her. She let her hand linger along the dusty dirt and grime covered walls. Eventually once again she was drawn to the gates at the further end of the room. She ran her hands across it letting her hand fall once again on the handle.

"What exactly do you think your doing Granger?" Draco mumbled one eye half open watching the gryffindor floating around the room until she had migrated to the door and was now lingering with her hand on the handle. Hermoine jumped not expecting Draco to notice her in the dark room. Then again she imagined she would cast a shadow in comparison to the glowing golden gates.

"I thought you were asleep and I didn't want to disturb you so I thought I'd have a look around," was her curt reply.

"More like you were snooping around," he muttered causing her to go a deep shade of red. She rushed to his side as he groaned trying to get back on his feet propping her arms underneath him and lifting him slowly into a sitting position. He looked at her with gratitude trying to hide his awe of her. The way her fluffy brunette hair always managed to get in the way hiding the soft sun kissed look her skin had gradually built up over her youth spent full of adventure. Her eyes though normally sparkled with a mix of mischievous youth and a mature sense of knowledge only present after years of study and secret keeping. Now they looked old and tired, sick of fighting the good fight. Never did he imagine that the great Hermoine Granger would stop fighting. Neither did he ever imagine that he himself the frightening Draco Malfoy would see the world in a completely different light or that he would one day fight the good fight himself.

His body felt as thought it was on fire, pins and needles stung at his eyes and his head was swimming as he sat up. His heart pounded in his chest feeling as though it may implode upon himself. He did not entirely remember how he got there or why he was there but as his head cleared and once again he could finally see, he saw the face of the ever beautiful Hermoine Granger he remembered at least where it was that he was. Instantly he felt danger lurking nearby and he grabbed Hermoine's arm fiercely. She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

"You must leave this place it is not safe," he told her but she shook her head as violently as he had grabbed for her arm.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said almost venomously, "not without you, if it is not safe for me it is not safe for you, I wont leave you behind." He loosened his grip feeling faint, the world once again was swimming in front of his eyes a mix of black and brown until all he could see was black.

Narcssica felt as if the death eaters were tearing her from limb to limb she was holding steadfast to her secret whilst trying to contact her son, unbeknownst to her the attempt to contact him had gone horribly wrong and he was now by the power of empathy feeling everything that was inflicted upon her. It had been hours since she had been taken from her husband but through the pain she felt as though it had only been a matter of minutes. It was funny how time warped around you when you were forced to become to oblivious to the rest of the world. She had long ago learned to hide inside herself when it came to violent beatings after her father had inflicted damage upon her from a young age. It was another reason she had loved Lucius so much because he had never raised so much as a hand to her or her son. Never had he hurt thier baby as her parents had tortured her. Thankfully to her parents though she was able to withstand anything you threw at her.

Draco writhed in Hermoine's arms filling her with panic as she was uncertain about what to do in these circumstances and she found her book smarts failing her once again. She decided the best course of action and removed her school robe with much difficulty and balled it up to put under Draco's head laying him down as gently as she could in the circumstances. She rushed over to the abandoned fire place clearing the dust away. She dragged the still seizing Malfoy over to the fire palce ducking her head pulled him in with her trying as best she could to stand him up. He finally stopped writhing and went limp and she a hauled him over her shoulder throwing a handful of floo into the fire disappearing from the room and the gates Draco had been sent to protect. She had not imagined getting him out of there would be so easy.

Hermoine lay puffing and panting on the floor of her secret room the dead weight of Draco lying on top of her. Despite the awkward situation she had not the energy to push the slimy slytherin off of her. After ten minutes of lying in this odd position Draco eventually rolled off of the Gyffindor of his own accord sitting up as he came out of his dazed state. He shook his head his eyes getting used to the light when he realized that he had not seen daylight in many months. Then once again as though someone had taken him over his eyes glazed turning a brilliant blue alike to the color of a blind persons and in a voice not quite his own spoke clearly.

"Both sides will see traitors

One traitor will destroy the other

The ultimate sacrifice will be unmade

The sacrifice will be of tainted blood and tainted body."

Her son had received the message but it was incomplete and with at least these words said Narciscca collapsed on her captors and fell into a disturbed slumber.

A/N: yay another chapter done... sorry it tends to waffle one a bit but i just found theplo line i had written and i have stuffed the egninngin completely but i am not going to start again i'm going to improvise the initial plot into this one. There is more to the thing Draco said and it will all be explained in due time. For those who want to know who the heir is you will just have to wait until the end because that is one of the many mysteries i am putting into this story but it will be a Draco\Hermoine Ship just bear with me cause i dont like writing fluff.

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Perfect Butterfly Blade