Inhale Me In Bleed Me Out...
A Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger Story...
Chapter 3... The manor Part 1
"This pain is just to real... there`s just so much that time cannot erase..."- Evanescence- My Immortal...
Draco's POV...
A few hundred miles away a broken soul sat bolt upright in an arm-chair near a blazing fire place... and grey-blue eyes that once radiated arrogance and spite, now seamed to belong to that of a man – no not man, but a small eleven year old boy. And the only thing that plagued Draco Malfoy's every waking thought was: I wish someone would just hurry up and save me... before it's too late.
The loud crashing of the door nearly flying off its hinges brought me out of my thoughts. I looked round to see Bellatrix Lestrange dragging a barely conscious form into the centre of the drawing room floor.
"DRACO! Where are you, boy!? Now as you can see we have a little" -She looks down at the figure that I still can't see because of she's still standing in front of them. - "Guest..." She sneers and it knocks me sick.
"Now then lovely... what should we do with you then?" She had a look of deranged enjoyment in her eyes that leaves me rooted to the spot in horror.
I knew it was not a question. I knew that once Aunt Bella got an idea in her head, no matter how sick, no matter how horrifying... she would never let it go...
It was then that I heard her speak for the first time in over twelve months. And it was barely even the smallest whisper:
"Please...h-help me"
I felt numb with shock- and for the first time in my life for a MudBlood- a sudden rush off distress became apparent.
No, no it can't be. She's got Granger. But if she's here then where are Potter and the Weasel, are they dead? Are they alive? I may hate all three of them with a passion but I never wanted them to die, not for this...
I was torn, help her or take the easy way out... the safer way and run for it...
But before I could even process that one thought I heard Bellatrix all but shout what was-having suffered it oh so many times at the hands of my own farther Lucius Malfoy- to me the worst unforgivable curse that existed.
"CRUCIO!"
Granger's blood-curdling screams drowned out any other sound and for the first time in my life I felt someone else's pain and it was unbearable. I clenched my hands into fists, nails breaking the skin- causing the smallest droplets of blood to break the surface- and held my breath to stop the whimper that was threatening to pass my lips, barely blinking back tears as I did so, trying desperately to mentally block the MudBlood's scream's from my mind. I thought of another time when I was forced to stand exactly like this and in a sudden rush of madness I remembered Albus Dumbledore's words to me on the horrific night that will haunt me forever...
