Prompt #68 Dagger
Hermione/Draco
Written for the Het-Tastic Drabble A Thon (November)
"Pretty little Mudblood whore, thinks she's so special. I'll show her special."
The crazed witch took out a dagger, whispering words over it before smiling a jagged smile at Hermione. Harry and Ron were still bound and in the dungeons. Hermione heard the fabric of her blouse rip and felt the cool air indicating that her shirt had been removed.
"Oh, such pretty skin it has. It's far too pretty for a mudblood. Mudblood thinks she's better than us. Perhaps she needs reminding of what she is."
The witch swam into view, dagger in hand. She sat down on Hermione's legs and traced the dagger over Hermione's chest.
"Now sing for me."
White hot pain seared through Hermione and she screamed.
"Hermione!"
Hermione sat up, panting, with sweat pouring down her face, her throat raw from screaming. She instantly drew a hand up to where the stylized M had been carved over her breast. Nothing had been able to get rid of it, so she wore a glamour to keep from seeing the disfiguring scar from Bellatrix Lestrange's dagger.
"The dagger dream?" her husband whispered. His grey eyes swam with concern.
"Yeah. The dagger dream." Hermione responded.
Draco sighed and opened his arms. Hermione fell into them and sighed as Draco began tracing up and down her arms.
"You know I would rather die than allow anything to happen to you again right?"
"Yes, Draco. You've told me quite often."
"And Harry feels the same way. You know that right?"
Hermione nodded. She and Draco were the only people who had the actual floo address to Harry and Luna's flat. Just as Harry was the only one who could floo directly into their cottage.
"Right." Draco got quiet for a moment. "I have nightmares about that night." He whispered.
Hermione sat up and looked Draco in the eyes.
"Really?"
"When she pulled that dagger out and began cursing it, I thought for sure she was going to stab you in the heart and make you suffer as painfully as possible. I'm… I'm not sure what I would have done if she killed you in front of me."
Hermione saw the pain in Draco's eyes. They had gotten together after a group therapy session aimed at helping those who suffered the most in the war. Being branded by the dagger was her worst moment, even worse than the snatchers or anything else. Even after ten years the memories and pain still came fresh to her mind in her dreams.
"I just wish we didn't have to remember." Hermione whispered, leaning back against Draco.
"Me too, love. But if not for that night I would never have realized how much I cared about you and hated myself. That night changed my life." Draco responded.
Hermione smiled slightly. He said the same thing one time in therapy. "Still wish I didn't remember."
"Of course, love. But I'll protect you. I promise." Draco wrapped his arms around her, and the couple sat, trying to talk about anything other than the dagger that haunted their dreams.