Draco stoot for the body he hated the most of all cursed humans in his world.
He hated the stupid scar on his head that was the reason of his fame.
He hated his stupid father who had made fun of his mentor and stole the love of his life.
He hated how everybody thought that he was "boy wonder". The boy with the ravenblack hair just made him want to throw up.
But what he hated the most about the boy in front of him is how much scarhead loved his wife. And he knew( even though he would never admit it ) that his wife loved him to.
The lifeless body in front of him started to wake up. His glasses were broken. His green eyes shot fire.
Draco smirked.
A bruised and tortured Potter on a silver salver.
He pointed his wand at his nose: " Crucio".
Harry tried so hard not to scream, but it feld like his eyes scratched out. Like his bones were crushed,slowly. Like his fingers were cut off of his hands. Like, oh well, you get the idea.
But it doesn't matter. He would not scream, not in front of Malfoy.
Draco looked at the tortured body, he was going to get rid of soon. He would make sure he would never have to look at it again.
"Avada…"
No, he couldn't kill the bloody scar head now.
It would not be enough.
He needed to watch the hated body suffer just a little longer.
He watched Potter ( who still refused to scream) until he passed out. Besides, he neede to lifted the curse off of him and locked the door behind him.
"So?" Blaise was standing against a wall.
" So what?" Draco asked.
"How did you kill the bloody boy?"
Draco sighed. " I didn't kill him, not yet"
"What? But this is what we've been out for for sevn years!"
"Exactly, seven bloody years. Now Blaise, do you think it will be enough to kill him in one second?"
Blaise was quite for a minute. He has a point, he thought.
" I say we'll let him suffer a little longer. I wanna see the life fading from him" Draco said the last sentence with so much pleasure that Blaise stayed a little behind him as they walked down the dungeons.
Hermione finnaly woke up with a shock.
The sunlight was already toughing her face. She was hipnotized by the beautiful view she had on the garden.
And then she remembered the scene of last night.
Tears were forming in her eyes and she let them rol freely of her cheeks.
Her tears fell down on Johnatans' head.
" Mommy?" he asked still a bit sleepy.
Hermione looked down and saw that her son's head was on her stomach. " Hey sleepy head," she said when she kissed his forrehead. Then she got up.
" Why are you crying?"
Hermione wiped away her tears. " Nothing honey."
Johnathan wasn't convices at al, but he knew that his mother didn't want to talk about it.
"What are we going to eat for breakfast?"