Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just playing with what is not mine.
A/N: I meant to have this up earlier, but I had to take my daughter to the hospital. I'm very tired, but didn't wanted to leave you with nothing so forgive any mistakes in spelling and such.
Walking around the bed, pacing as she thought, she would give an occasional glance over to the woman who was trying her damnedest to escape. He attempts made her smile because she knew without a doubt that there was no way, lady Malfoy, was breaking free.
"You know," Hermione started, "The Malfoy's, as a whole, have never really been kind to me. Your husband… tormented me in school. Your father in law, well let's just say he had a perfectly good punching bag for a few months… and now you. You, well, you never did anything to me, per say, but you did do something that I find rather despicable and you know it has to be bad if that's coming from me and I kill people for a living."
Hermione pulled out her found wand and started tracing it down Lady Malfoy's body.
"This wand," she started with a laugh, "Isn't even my own, and you know how tricky magic can be when you are working with a wand that didn't choose you. I wonder, as I drag it down your arm, if I tried a tickle curse and it backfired… what would it do?"
Lady Malfoy started to struggle, hoping that she could get ever an arm free.
"Shall we test it out?" she said in a voice that even she had to admit rivaled Bellatrix.
Closing her eyes for a brief second, she smiled brightly as she drug the wand down the perfect skin of her assignment, watching as it made a perfect surgical slice down the arm, revealing the pink tissue that now oozed with blood.
"That was for your daughter." Hermione stated, "Abby loved you, trusted you, and most of all, she was innocent. She should be tucked safely in her bed, not getting sick in a smelly old dungeon, crying for a mother who doesn't even want her… you are pathetic."
She continued to walk around, thinking as she went, she wanted to do so much to this woman, but really, the stuff that would do the most damage would only be effective if she allowed Malfoy to live… and that wasn't happening.
"I should rip your uterus straight from your body, no magic involved. It would be fitting for a monster like you."
Hermione sat the wand down on a small table across the room before walking back over to the bed and sitting down next to the woman who was now crying.
"You are crying?" she said with a laugh, "And do you think that is going to work on me? If you are hoping it will, save it. I am almost done with you anyway."
Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out the syringe filled with black liquid and held it up for lady Malfoy to see.
"This liquid… will kill you." She said simply, "I inject it and within a minute or so, your internals will start to fail. Nothing major at first, just a few bodily systems that one can survive without, but by one minute, thirty seconds, your lungs will slowly die, followed by your heart, and lastly, your brain."
She stood from the bed, removing the cap from the needle and gave the stopper a tiny push to clear any blockages.
"It's normally relatively painless as your senses are first to go, but this particular batch is of my own making. You see, I am a mudblood, but I am a mudblood that took to the art of brewing relatively easily… better than most purebloods actually.
Now, I know you are smart, I've done my research on you, you know, so when I tell you that I added a slight dash of lung butter to the mixture, how does that make you feel?
No answer, well, I can't say I was expecting one.
The main properties of lung butter heighten the bodies senses – meaning, that once I inject it into you, you will not get the somewhat peaceful death that others have had before you. When I inject this, you will feel everything, every nerve that dies, every blood vessel that burst, every pain as your body struggles to maintain its functions… and fails miserably."
As Hermione took her place back on the bed, she took lady Malfoy's left arm and felt for the biggest vein. It wasn't hard to find as the womans veins were already struggling under the stress of the arm being held it the odd position for so long.
Pushing the needle into the vein, Hermione slowly started to inject the black liquid.
"Don't do it all." A voice said calmly behind her.
Hermione didn't flinch as she recognized the voice being Draco's.
"I see you got passed my wards on the room." She stated as a fact, not a question, "However, I have already injected half of the potion and your wife is going to die, so it would be wise not to try and stop me."
Draco laughed, "Do you honestly think I would stop you? This woman tried to kill my daughter, no, I will not stop you, but I will ask to be the one that injects the last of it."
Hermione thought on it for a split second and finally nodded, she supposed he had the right, after all, it was his daughter.
She stood, holding the needle in place as Draco approached. Once it was firmly in his hand, he looked down to the woman that he hated with every ounce of hate he had.
He watched as her eyes grew wide and even took on an almost begging appearance before he shook his head, "You don't deserve her, never have, never will." And with a slight push, he watched the rest of the liquid enter his wife's body before extracting the needle and stepping back.
Both watched in silence for nearly 5 minutes as the woman in the bed silently screamed, her body twisting in odd angles, her muscles contracting as they fought for blood, and finally the way the body relaxed, knowing that it was inescapable, and giving up the fight for life.
Draco looked over towards Hermione and sighed, "I honestly expected you to go way harsher than you did."
Hermione shrugged, "What was the point of wasting more time on her than necessary. I made sure she didn't go out easily."
Draco nodded, "Well, that part is over and Abby can rest peacefully now. But that leads to my next question, what's next for you?"
Hermione smiled, "My own escape."
Draco shook his head, "That is what I thought you were going to say."
Hermione didn't see it coming, which surprised him, he had expected a fight, but the stunner spell he shot at her hit her square in the chest, giving him time to bind her and throw her over his shoulder.
"I didn't want to do this, but you are way too excited about dying… and I need to try and fix that."
Hermione struggled and grunted but she didn't have the strength to escape him and his binds. Draco took a deep breath, held onto Hermione tightly, and apparated them away. He knew she was going to be one pissed of witch when he released her.