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This is not a fluffy chapter by the way.
Ron's wand fell to the floor first, followed by Harry's. Then there was an odd squeaking sound.
I glanced up to the crystal chandelier, and... Dobby was sitting on it. Of course, Dobby could apparate in and out of the manor, that was how Harry and Ron had gotten out. He must have taken Mr. Ollivander, Luna, and Griphook somewhere. Brilliant.
No one moved, just stared at the house-elf. I realized he was unscrewing the chandelier, and Malfoy and I were right underneath it.
As if in slow motion I saw the sparkling glass falling towards me. If I was going to die at least my last memory would be of something beautiful. But Malfoy pulled me back, the knife still to my throat, just before the chandelier shattered, spraying shards of glass everywhere.
Pain shot through my face as a piece sliced into my cheek. Malfoy growled several choice words when he too took glass to the face.
When I looked over, Harry, Ron, and Dobby were standing, hand in hand ready to apparate away from here.
"Go!" I called weakly.
"Hermione! No! We aren't leaving you," Ron answered distressed, tears were dripping down his face.
The whole incident took less than a minute. Bellatrix was climbing to her feet and Lucius and Narcissa's feet pounded down the stairs.
"Ron we have to go," Harry whispered.
I was feeling weaker every moment I had to stay standing.
"Go!" I yelled with my last bit of remaining strength. "Dobby, for me, get them out of here!"
The poor creature looked like his soul was ripped between two choices. It probably was.
"It will protect Harry."
Dobby gave me a sad look and took their hands. They were going to be safe. I saw something flicker through the air, yet another of Bellatrix's many knives. Dobby disapparated with a crack, but the knife had gone with them.
"Where did they go," Malfoy hissed in my ear.
"I... I don't know," I whispered, but the tremor in my voice gave away my lie. I knew exactly where they had gone, Bill and Fleur's house, Shell Cottage.
Malfoy dropped me back to the ground, and I stayed there. Bellatrix was telling Malfoy something while Lucius stormed through the house breaking things, followed closely by Narcissa who was repairing the things he broke.
"Make her tell you Draco, go on. A death eater has certain responsibilities he must fulfill and the torture of prisoners is one of them," Bellatrix hissed.
"Yes Draco. You have shown you are a failure at killing already, but you hate this mudblood much more than we do," Lucius added now that he had stopped breaking things.
My stomach clenched. Bellatrix I could somewhat deal with, she was just another death eater. But I had grown up with Malfoy and as deep as our hate had run I still suspected that there was some good in him. Turns out I was wrong.
"You think I need to be convinced to bring pain to a piece of filth like that? I was jealous Aunt Bella got to do it before, and you would do well to remember that you too have failed our cause before, father!" Malfoy spit out.
His feet came into my view and I let out a shudder.
"We could avoid this pathetic waste of my time if you tell me where they went," He grinned, and appeared as if he didn't want me to tell him right away.
"No," I answered.
I couldn't hold out long, I only hoped Harry and Ron would have the good sense to get everyone out of there. I could lie of course, and buy them a couple hours at most. At most.
Malfoy laughed coldly, "Crucio."
Pain shot through every inch of my body, turning my blood to lava and my bones to fire. There was a lot of anger built up behind this curse. Six years of it.
I writhed on the ground, telling myself to be strong. My high pitched scream pierced the air and he finally stopped. In the distance I could hear Bellatrix congratulating Malfoy and he was proudly accepting it.
"Go on mudblood, talk," Malfoy cocked his head at me grinning.
"You're enjoying this,"I whispered. He hated me that much. My eyes burned with tears. There was no good in him, when he rolled up his sleeves and picked up a knife I could see the dark mark reminding me of that one simple fact.
"Last chance," he smiled and knelt down and bringing the knife close to my face.
I shook my head.
The blade pressed into my right cheekbone, just below my eye he pulled it, almost gently, down my cheek to my jaw.
"Please," I begged as tears dripped down my face. "Please, stop. Why don't you just kill me?"
"Oh dear, is the famous Granger giving up? No I'm not going to kill you, see I'm enjoying this too much."
"Malfoy..."
"Where are your friends mudblood? The Weasel and Potty? Tell me and I'll stop... for now."
No one talked about my friends that way. Digging up strength from somewhere deep inside I clawed at his face successfully drawing blood. A lot of blood. Some dripped onto my face as he jumped back. He looked more surprised than injured.
"Crucio!" Malfoy screamed, and then there were no words that could describe what I was feeling. I didn't hear my own scream, I was aware of nothing but agony pouring through my being. When it stopped Malfoy was laughing as I lay convulsing on the floor.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees, "Where are they mudblood!?"
"Grimmauld Place," I lied. Please, please, don't see through my lie I thought.
"Well done Draco," Narcissa praised. "Shall we go search for them there then?"
Bellatrix looked suspicious, "But the death eaters know how to get into Grimmauld place you filth."
"Exactly, you would never suspect us to go there,that why it was where we agreed to go if we were seperated" I explained.
She studied my face for a moment then decided I must be telling the truth. "Let's go, leave Draco to guard the mudblood. He can put her back in the dungeon for safe keeping, I find her pain amusing and if I'm not mistaken he does as well."
Malfoy released my hair and I dropped back to the floor. There was a loud crack as the three adults disapparated. He pulled me up by my arm and hauled me down the stairs back to the dungeons, and locked me inside.
"Have fun mudblood."
Yeah it hurt me to write that. I will update soon, the play I was in is over now so more frequent updates are hopefully coming. I hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as you possibly could. I'll try to get this story fluffier soon but I want to keep this at least semi realistic.
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