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"Ge...ge ou...ge ou..." She leaned in closer.

"What are you saying, Draco?"

"He's saying, get out. Unfortunately for you, that's not an option." Hermione spun around as a heart-broken moan escaped Draco's destroyed lips. A man stepped into the lamp light. He was middle-aged with black robes and dark brown hair. He had a scar down the side of his face and an evil glint in his eyes as he pulled out his wand. Hermione backed up into Draco's hanging body, shivering slightly at touching the burnt skin.

"What do you want with me?" she whispered and the man smiled.

"You are the wife of Draco Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater, traitor, and heir of the Dark Lord. What do you think you're doing here? You are to be executed in front of Malfoy as a lesson to him about disloyalty." Her breath caught in her throat as another moan came from behind her.

"No," Draco managed out. "No..." The man smirk increased.

"Oh, by the way, Malfoy. She's pregnant."

His mind was wiped blank. He could not think straight. "She's pregnant..." No...

The man, who Draco knew to be Forrin Weiler, flicked his wand and Hermione flew into the far wall with a sickening crack of her arm. Weiler smirked.

"Now, mudblood," he slurred. "Let us show Malfoy your baby bump." Waving his wand, Hermione found herself with a fulled out tummy. Draco, who could only see from the one eye, let out a groan.

"No, no, no..." Weiler grabbed Hermione, shoved her to the floor in front of Draco and lifted his wand.

"Crucio."

Blaise moaned and moved Ginny off of him. Getting to his feet, he pulled the redhead to her feet.

"You alright?" he asked softly, glancing around the cell they had been placed in. She nodded, looking around.

"Where's Hermione?" Blaise stared at her and she stared back, a sense of dread filling her. "Blaise, where is she?"

"Probably with Draco," he answered. Ginny stared at him.

"Draco's dead."

"He's almost dead, but not quite. The Death Eaters found him and they're keeping him alive."

"What does that have to do with Hermione?" Blaise just stared at her and Ginny's hands came to her mouth in horror. "NO!!"

"Ginny-"

"NO!! NO, NOT HERMIONE!!" He grabbed her, pulling into him and holding her close as she sobbed. "Oh, Merlin, no!!" The door to the cell opened and Blaise looked up to see his parents. His grip on Ginny immediately tightened and she looked up. "Blaise..." Blaise's father, a tall, evil looking man, stepped down into the cell, wand held in his hand. Blaise pushed Ginny behind him, wishing he had his wand.

"Blaise," his father said.

"Luther," Blaise spat, his grip on Ginny causing her to cry out softly in pain. "What the hell are you two doing here?"

"That's not the way you speak to your parents," came his mother's harsh voice from the door. Blaise laughed.

"Well, then it's a good thing you're not my parents then, huh?" His father's hand was around Blaise's neck in a second. Ginny screamed, backing away as Blaise was slammed into the wall. She was about to leap in and help when his mother swooped down, wand at the ready.

"You're lucky I don't carve your tongue out for that, boy," Luther hissed as his son glared at him, struggling to breathe. He was released and Luther turned to Ginny. "So this is the girl we've heard so little about." Ginny backed into the wall, glancing to Blaise for help. But Blaise had his own problems. His father's grip had done something and Blaise was now gasping for breath on the ground.

"Blaise," she whispered, eyes wide. Luther pointed his wand at her and opened his mouth to speak when Blaise stumbled forward. A curse went off and Ginny ducked. Blaise's mother grabbed her hair, yanking her out of the room. "Blaise!" He wrestled the wand out of his father's wand, still gasping for breath. Punching him heavily, he stumbled up and out of the cell. His mother threw Ginny to the floor.

"You've chosen wrongly, my son," she spat before whirling around and disappearing into the darkness of the dungeons. Ginny scrambled up and grabbed Blaise before he fell to the ground. Taking the wand, she searched her mind for a healing spell.

"Esphontatilus," she whispered. Blaise coughed and nodded.

"Thank you," he said, getting to his feet and kissing her softly. "Come on, we need to find Draco and Hermione."

Draco wanted to die. Spasms of pain jarred him with every blow that came to her and it tore his soul apart.

Her screams died off, leaving her panting on the floor. Tears and blood mixed on her face as she looked up at her torturer in pain and pleading.

"Please," she begged, backing into the wall with her good arm. Her other was broken and her legs were useless. He tried to pull against the chainse, but with his spine broken, there was nothing he could do but watch as she was destroyed in front of him. Weiler kicked her furiously and a moan that was meant to be a roar of fury gurgled out of his mouth.

"St...sto...ple...ple..." Her scream cut him off as his foot connected with her stomach. Draco turned away, unable to look. Someone grabbed his face and forced him to look at Hermione, who lay on the floor below him, barely breathing. She was on her back with blood trickling down the side of her face as she stared up at him, her eyes slightly hazy. Her body was broken. Weiler laughed as they locked eyes like always, neither refusing to look away from the others pain and suffering. "Ple...ple sto..." He couldn't take it. He wanted it to stop.

"Oh, I'll stop it. I'll end it now, Malfoy." He tried to shake his head. He tried to move his hands. He tried to do something. But all he could do was hang there and watch helplessly as she lay there below him, about to die.

She stared up at him, seeing the uncontrollable pain in his eyes as his body shuddered, struggling to move yet unable to. She could see now that this is what she meant to him. She could see that he would gladly trade places with her just so that she could live. He would die for her now, because she was worth it.

"Draco," she whispered. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Weiler point his wand at her. "Draco..."

"No," he groaned. "No!"

"Avada Kadavra!!"