Cry in the dark
After the two Malfoys had left the manor, Hermione had gone to the library. She examined the bookshelfs, hoping she could forget for a moment were she was. But she couldn't, she kept thinking of her friends and she was so scared. What if she couldn't escape from this place in time? She knew Lucius, he was a very unpleasant man and there was nothing he wouldn't do. Tears of fear fell on her cheeks. She wiped them away and put herself together.
When she was deepened in a book called 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' , she heard someone entering the library. She looked up from her book and saw a house-elf who supported Narcissa Malfoy. The elf brought her to a chair, bowed and left the library.
Narcissa didn't seem to notice that Hermione was there, she just stared out of the window. Hermione stood up and put the book back on a shelf.
She went to Draco's mother and said: "Hi."
Narcissa looked up and observed Hermione with a vacant expression. She frowned and said: "Who are you?"
"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione smiled, "I'm a friend of your son."
"I didn't know Draco had friends besides...What are their names again? Crabbe and Goyle, I believe. I didn't know Draco had invited you. Otherwise I would made myself up a bit." Narcissa said with a faint smile.
"Euhm, he didn't really invite me." Hermione slowly said, trying to control her tears.
Seeing Hermione's sad face, Narcissa said: "What do you mean, dear?"
"Your husband kidnapped me." Hermione said, cursing inside that her tears started to fall again.
"Oh God." Narcissa whispered and a her pale face went slightly pink.
"Why does he keep doing these things?" she asked, more to herself then to Hermione, "I suppose it's my fault. I never stopped him from chosing the wrong path. I was too afraid of him."
She looked at Hermione with compassion and hugged her. "Don't worry, child, I will help you get away from here."
"Your son promised me the same thing." Hermione said with a small smile.
"Good to know that he hasn't become like his father." Narcissa sighed.
Hermione nodded, keeping the fact that Draco had a dark mark for herself.
(Later that day) Hermione lay on her bed, thinking about her friends and school, when Draco came storming in her room. His robes were sprankled with blood.
Hermione's eyes grew wider. "What have you done?"
"It was a bloodbath," Draco said "My father hadn't bought a dozen, but a hundert twenty Snidgets! When my father shot the first one, the others attacked us. We had to use strong curses to kill them all..."
He went to a chair and sat down. Draco shrugged: "There's no event that my father can end without bloodshed. But, enough about him, we have to find you a nice dress. I think you have the same size as my mother."
"I've seen your mother." Hermione said.
"What?" draco asked, not believing her.
"Yes, I spoke with her in the library."
"She talked to you?" Draco swallowed hard, "What did she say?"
"She said she was glad that you hadn't become like your father."
"You didn't tell her about my Death Mark, did you?" Draco asked, slightely panicking. He didn't want to lose his mother's respect.
"Don't worry, I didn't." Hermione whispered.
Draco rose from his chair and went to Hermione. He took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "Thank you, you don't know what this means to me."
It became evening and the feast began. The house-elves were running through the house to serve all the guests that filled Malfoy Manor.
Hermione had found a beautiful cyan satin dress. She was dressing her hair, eventhough she knew that it wouldn't be a pleasant night. Draco would have to play the bad boy in front of the Death Eaters and that ment humiliation for her. She left her room and went to the stairs where Draco would be waiting for her. She saw him at the foot of the stairs, talking to some Death Eaters. She had expected people in black robes, wearing masks. If Lucius hadn't said that they were Death Eaters, she would have thought that they were normal wizards.
When Draco saw her, he glared at her with cold grey eyes. Hermione realized for a moment how much he ressembled his father. "Really mudblood!" he sneered, "If you had let me wait another minute, you wouldn't have to come down anymore, 'cause you would be dead."
The other Death Eaters laughed and left him alone with Hermione. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, pretending that he wanted to kiss her. "Sorry about that." he whispered.
They went to the ballroom to dance, when Lucius beckoned his son with his snake-headed cane. "MacNair, you weren't present at our last meeting, I believe? May I introduce to you my son, Draco?"
McNair shook hands with Draco and said: "Isn't that Harry Potter's mudblood friend?"
Draco shrugged: "Indeed sir, my father was so kind to give her to me. To practice my Curse on, you see. I can't disappoint Lord Voldemort again, can I?"
MacNair laughed out loud: Haha, better not, Draco!" He grabbed Hermione's waist and said: "Lucius, you sure know who to pick. You don't see such a pretty face every day!"
"Let go of me!" Hermione yelled.
MacNair did let go of her, but he slapped her hard in the face, leaving a deep cut behind from his ring. "You have to teach that mudblood some manners, Draco!" he said angrily.
"And I will do that right away!" Draco said, grabbing Hermione's wrists and dragging her upstairs.
When they were in his room, he cupped her chin and said: "I'm so sorry, let me take a look at that cut." He took his wand, said 'Sanitatem' and the wound disappeared.
"Why did you take me to this 'feast'?" Hermione asked with tears in her eyes.
"If I refused, my father would hurt you. Please, be patient for just a few more hours, then I can free you tomorrow morning."
"Why don't you come with me?" she whispered.
"Because I have to protect my mother. And besides, Dumbledore has suspended me for a reason. Half the school wouldn't care if I jumped off a cliff at this moment. No one believes that I was under an Imperio Curse during the duel."
"Do you know who put that curse on you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Draco said, earning a bewildered look from Hermione. "My father. He told me when we were hunting today. He said that he did it to test whether I'm resistend to the curse."
"How can you even call that man your father?" Hermione said shocked, "He makes you suffer every day and you still stay here."
"Because..." Draco said, but he couldn't finish his sentence because Lucius entered the room.
"Ah, there you are!" he said, "I've come to bring you some good news. Pettigrew let me know that you get your second chance tomorrow evening. And you'll have the honour to kill..." A cold smile appeared on Lucius' face. "Arthur Weasley."
Draco's blood ran cold, he couldn't go on with this, and Hermione shouted: "What?!?"
"Silence, you!" Lucius sneered at her and to Draco he said: "It's about time that they captured that muggle-loving idiot. So, what do you say?"
"N...No." Draco stuttered.
"What did you say?" Lucius hissed, his voice sharp.
"No!" Draco yelled more confident.
That was enough for Lucius to unleash his rage. "You dare to disobey me?!?" he roared.
His son drew his wand, but Lucius was quicker and yelled: "Crucio!!!"
Draco fell on the floor, crying out in pain. His father stepped closer to him with his wand pointed at Draco.
"No, please father! Forgive my stupidity." Draco begged. But Lucius didn't listen and yelled 'Crucio!' again.
Hermione couldn't stand the the cries of Draco anymore and attacked Lucius. He saw her coming in the corner of his eye, pointed his wand at her and yelled: "Expelliarmus!" She flew backwards against the wall and fell on the floor.
Lucius kneeled next to his son, ignoring the blood that ran from ther boy's face. He tilted Draco's head, forcing him to look him in the eyes and whispered: "You know, sometimes I wish you were never born.". He took away Draco's wand, patted him on the back and coldly said: "Clean yourself up a bit, you look a mess."
Malfoy senior brought himself back to his feet and dusted his robes. "If you will excuse me, I have some guests to look after." he said and he left the room.
Hermione crawled to Draco and took his hand. He was shivering all over his body from fear. "Calm down, I'm here." she said softly.
"Please, stay with me tonight." he whispered.
"I will." she said and she supported him to get him on his bed. She carefully undressed Draco and cleaned his wounds. She put herself next to him and took him in her arms, stroking her fingers through his silver hair to comfort him.
Feeling the warm breath of the girl he longed for on his cheek, Draco fell asleep.
Author's note: Yes, the story is getting dark. Draco had to fall to lose it all. This chapter was hard for me to write, but I don't control the story, the story controls me *scary, huh?* How will this end? I don't know yet, but keep R&r and you'll find out! Warning!If you can't find my story here the next few weeks, it means I have moved my story to PG-13, just in case.Greetings, Ravenklauw.
After the two Malfoys had left the manor, Hermione had gone to the library. She examined the bookshelfs, hoping she could forget for a moment were she was. But she couldn't, she kept thinking of her friends and she was so scared. What if she couldn't escape from this place in time? She knew Lucius, he was a very unpleasant man and there was nothing he wouldn't do. Tears of fear fell on her cheeks. She wiped them away and put herself together.
When she was deepened in a book called 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' , she heard someone entering the library. She looked up from her book and saw a house-elf who supported Narcissa Malfoy. The elf brought her to a chair, bowed and left the library.
Narcissa didn't seem to notice that Hermione was there, she just stared out of the window. Hermione stood up and put the book back on a shelf.
She went to Draco's mother and said: "Hi."
Narcissa looked up and observed Hermione with a vacant expression. She frowned and said: "Who are you?"
"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione smiled, "I'm a friend of your son."
"I didn't know Draco had friends besides...What are their names again? Crabbe and Goyle, I believe. I didn't know Draco had invited you. Otherwise I would made myself up a bit." Narcissa said with a faint smile.
"Euhm, he didn't really invite me." Hermione slowly said, trying to control her tears.
Seeing Hermione's sad face, Narcissa said: "What do you mean, dear?"
"Your husband kidnapped me." Hermione said, cursing inside that her tears started to fall again.
"Oh God." Narcissa whispered and a her pale face went slightly pink.
"Why does he keep doing these things?" she asked, more to herself then to Hermione, "I suppose it's my fault. I never stopped him from chosing the wrong path. I was too afraid of him."
She looked at Hermione with compassion and hugged her. "Don't worry, child, I will help you get away from here."
"Your son promised me the same thing." Hermione said with a small smile.
"Good to know that he hasn't become like his father." Narcissa sighed.
Hermione nodded, keeping the fact that Draco had a dark mark for herself.
(Later that day) Hermione lay on her bed, thinking about her friends and school, when Draco came storming in her room. His robes were sprankled with blood.
Hermione's eyes grew wider. "What have you done?"
"It was a bloodbath," Draco said "My father hadn't bought a dozen, but a hundert twenty Snidgets! When my father shot the first one, the others attacked us. We had to use strong curses to kill them all..."
He went to a chair and sat down. Draco shrugged: "There's no event that my father can end without bloodshed. But, enough about him, we have to find you a nice dress. I think you have the same size as my mother."
"I've seen your mother." Hermione said.
"What?" draco asked, not believing her.
"Yes, I spoke with her in the library."
"She talked to you?" Draco swallowed hard, "What did she say?"
"She said she was glad that you hadn't become like your father."
"You didn't tell her about my Death Mark, did you?" Draco asked, slightely panicking. He didn't want to lose his mother's respect.
"Don't worry, I didn't." Hermione whispered.
Draco rose from his chair and went to Hermione. He took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "Thank you, you don't know what this means to me."
It became evening and the feast began. The house-elves were running through the house to serve all the guests that filled Malfoy Manor.
Hermione had found a beautiful cyan satin dress. She was dressing her hair, eventhough she knew that it wouldn't be a pleasant night. Draco would have to play the bad boy in front of the Death Eaters and that ment humiliation for her. She left her room and went to the stairs where Draco would be waiting for her. She saw him at the foot of the stairs, talking to some Death Eaters. She had expected people in black robes, wearing masks. If Lucius hadn't said that they were Death Eaters, she would have thought that they were normal wizards.
When Draco saw her, he glared at her with cold grey eyes. Hermione realized for a moment how much he ressembled his father. "Really mudblood!" he sneered, "If you had let me wait another minute, you wouldn't have to come down anymore, 'cause you would be dead."
The other Death Eaters laughed and left him alone with Hermione. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, pretending that he wanted to kiss her. "Sorry about that." he whispered.
They went to the ballroom to dance, when Lucius beckoned his son with his snake-headed cane. "MacNair, you weren't present at our last meeting, I believe? May I introduce to you my son, Draco?"
McNair shook hands with Draco and said: "Isn't that Harry Potter's mudblood friend?"
Draco shrugged: "Indeed sir, my father was so kind to give her to me. To practice my Curse on, you see. I can't disappoint Lord Voldemort again, can I?"
MacNair laughed out loud: Haha, better not, Draco!" He grabbed Hermione's waist and said: "Lucius, you sure know who to pick. You don't see such a pretty face every day!"
"Let go of me!" Hermione yelled.
MacNair did let go of her, but he slapped her hard in the face, leaving a deep cut behind from his ring. "You have to teach that mudblood some manners, Draco!" he said angrily.
"And I will do that right away!" Draco said, grabbing Hermione's wrists and dragging her upstairs.
When they were in his room, he cupped her chin and said: "I'm so sorry, let me take a look at that cut." He took his wand, said 'Sanitatem' and the wound disappeared.
"Why did you take me to this 'feast'?" Hermione asked with tears in her eyes.
"If I refused, my father would hurt you. Please, be patient for just a few more hours, then I can free you tomorrow morning."
"Why don't you come with me?" she whispered.
"Because I have to protect my mother. And besides, Dumbledore has suspended me for a reason. Half the school wouldn't care if I jumped off a cliff at this moment. No one believes that I was under an Imperio Curse during the duel."
"Do you know who put that curse on you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Draco said, earning a bewildered look from Hermione. "My father. He told me when we were hunting today. He said that he did it to test whether I'm resistend to the curse."
"How can you even call that man your father?" Hermione said shocked, "He makes you suffer every day and you still stay here."
"Because..." Draco said, but he couldn't finish his sentence because Lucius entered the room.
"Ah, there you are!" he said, "I've come to bring you some good news. Pettigrew let me know that you get your second chance tomorrow evening. And you'll have the honour to kill..." A cold smile appeared on Lucius' face. "Arthur Weasley."
Draco's blood ran cold, he couldn't go on with this, and Hermione shouted: "What?!?"
"Silence, you!" Lucius sneered at her and to Draco he said: "It's about time that they captured that muggle-loving idiot. So, what do you say?"
"N...No." Draco stuttered.
"What did you say?" Lucius hissed, his voice sharp.
"No!" Draco yelled more confident.
That was enough for Lucius to unleash his rage. "You dare to disobey me?!?" he roared.
His son drew his wand, but Lucius was quicker and yelled: "Crucio!!!"
Draco fell on the floor, crying out in pain. His father stepped closer to him with his wand pointed at Draco.
"No, please father! Forgive my stupidity." Draco begged. But Lucius didn't listen and yelled 'Crucio!' again.
Hermione couldn't stand the the cries of Draco anymore and attacked Lucius. He saw her coming in the corner of his eye, pointed his wand at her and yelled: "Expelliarmus!" She flew backwards against the wall and fell on the floor.
Lucius kneeled next to his son, ignoring the blood that ran from ther boy's face. He tilted Draco's head, forcing him to look him in the eyes and whispered: "You know, sometimes I wish you were never born.". He took away Draco's wand, patted him on the back and coldly said: "Clean yourself up a bit, you look a mess."
Malfoy senior brought himself back to his feet and dusted his robes. "If you will excuse me, I have some guests to look after." he said and he left the room.
Hermione crawled to Draco and took his hand. He was shivering all over his body from fear. "Calm down, I'm here." she said softly.
"Please, stay with me tonight." he whispered.
"I will." she said and she supported him to get him on his bed. She carefully undressed Draco and cleaned his wounds. She put herself next to him and took him in her arms, stroking her fingers through his silver hair to comfort him.
Feeling the warm breath of the girl he longed for on his cheek, Draco fell asleep.
Author's note: Yes, the story is getting dark. Draco had to fall to lose it all. This chapter was hard for me to write, but I don't control the story, the story controls me *scary, huh?* How will this end? I don't know yet, but keep R&r and you'll find out! Warning!If you can't find my story here the next few weeks, it means I have moved my story to PG-13, just in case.Greetings, Ravenklauw.