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Chapter 6

"Draco!" Hermione cried again, though not loud enough to reach his ears. Many students were screaming, and she added hers to the mix when the giant picked her up. Her scream was the loudest. She looked down and saw Draco scrambling towards the giant, until the giant threw her. The force pushed her through the curtains, ripping two of them, and straight through a window. A bit of glass sliced open her left leg and she pulled it out, which took up all her energy. She landed in a clearing, a small clearing where she knew Aragog used to live. She groaned a few times, and then passed out.

She woke an hour later to the sound of screams. But not just any screams, Draco's screams. She slowly opened her eyes and looked over to the direction that the screams were coming from. But she didn't just see Draco. She saw Lord Voldemort and some Death Eaters. He had put the Cruciatus curse on Draco, and he was writhing and turning and wriggling about on the dirty grass. She inched herself into a sitting position, but no one noticed. Bellatrix Lestrange was grinning. Hermione never understood how she could like seeing people being tortured. She quietly stood and pulled out her wand, but Lucius Malfoy noticed that time.

"Expelliarmus!" he hissed, his wand pointed at hers. Her wand flew towards Lucius, and he caught it. Hermione could feel another curse, but didn't have much energy, so she cringed. Lucius copied Voldemort's move. "Crucio!" he hissed, and Hermione fell to the ground, acting just as Draco was. Her screams magnified until they were as loud as Draco's. He reached for her hand like he had done in the Hospital Wing, but Hermione's wriggling was the only thing that brought her close enough to grab Draco's hand. Hermione saw Lucius nod at Voldemort, and they both stopped their spells. Draco and Hermione breathed heavily, hand in hand.

"Are you," Draco asked, through deep breaths. "Are you okay?" Hermione nodded, unable to speak. She breathed one more time, before Bellatrix kicked her face. She gasped for air.

"Filthy Mudblood," she muttered. "Can I kill her?" she asked, turning to Voldemort.

"No," said Voldemort. "We will keep her, Draco as well. Who will carry who?"

"I," decided Lucius. "Will carry the Mudblood, so Bella doesn't have to." Bellatrix gave him a thankful grin, and picked Draco up. Lucius picked Hermione up the same way Ron had, but it made her feel cold, not warm. Bellatrix had to pry their hands apart. "Honestly, Draco." Lucius said in disgust. "A Mudblood?" Not to Hermione's surprise, she heard the movements of Draco nodding.

"She's brilliant, father." He said quietly.

"How did you get Potter's glasses?" Bellatrix asked innocently, a large grin on her face.

"They aren't Potters." Draco sighed. "Weasley gave me a curse that ruined my eyesight. They're the only glasses the Hospital Wing had." Bellatrix nodded.

"How did you both get so beaten up?" Lucius asked.

"Weasley cornered me and put me in a full body-bind, dragged me into the bathrooms and cursed me. He even conjured a killer python that bit into my leg." Draco said sadly. "It hurt." Lucius nodded sadly.

"What about the Mudblood?" he said, looking down at Hermione, then across at Draco.

"I can answer myself." Hermione said in a small voice. Lucius raised his eyebrows at her. "It was Harry, Ron, and two of their friends. I put my jumper on, when Ron put me in a full body-bind. He's really good at it. The carried me into their messy dorm and stood me up. They released me, but Harry already had his wand under my chin. They bound my hands together and cursed me. Then they sent me to the Hospital Wing, saying they found me in a corridor. All because I asked Draco for some help." She sighed when she finished.

"How unfortunate." Lucius remarked.

Ooo

Hermione was bound to a chair next to Draco. He looked at her, worry warping his features. She looked back at him with what she thought was equal worry. She had played a giant chess game that had almost killed Ron, been petrified by a Basilisk, almost got murdered by a Werewolf, almost got burnt to cinders by a dragon, almost been killed by a Death Eater, had Ron nearly ripped from her grasp, and had watched Harry almost die countless times. But nothing was as bad as being in the presence of Lord Voldemort. It was like darkness had overtaken her, like it had her as its prisoner. She had to remind herself that the darkness (Voldemort) did have her prisoner. Draco edged his chair closer to hers, and grabbed her hand again. He had pleaded with his dad, and he gave in after half an hour, and healed Hermione's gash. Voldemort had insisted that all their other injuries were cleared up, and Draco looked as good as new. He had said the same thing about her, and she had flushed bright red, but was unable to hide it.

"Draco," she said. "I don't like this."

"I know, I know." He replied. "I don't either."

"Since we're about to die, I guess I should tell you something." Hermione said, tears forming in her eyes. "You have a sister." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Ginny was adopted by the Weasleys, but they never knew that it was your dad in disguise that dropped her off at your house, because she was born with red hair, not blond." Draco looked shocked. "I just found out this summer." She added. Draco nodded slowly.

"We won't die. Not today, tonight, tomorrow or any other day while we're with Voldemort." He said, squeezing her hand. He did his eye thing, and Hermione found herself staring into his sweet eyes. "Trust me." She nodded, and the door burst open.

"Let go of her!" screeched Bellatrix. "Draco, let go!" Draco shook his head, and grasped Hermione's hand so tight, she thought it might fall off.

"No." He said. "I love her." Hermione flushed.

"Draco," she said, tugging at him. He whipped his head around to face her. "Just let go. It'll be better if you do. Less pain." She looked at him pleadingly. "Less pain." She repeated. He nodded and released her hand.

"I would've liked to kill you," said Bellatrix, walking up to Hermione. "But the Dark Lord says not. It's down to one curse," she grinned. "Each."

"No!" Hermione protested. "Just me. Don't hurt him! Please, don't hurt him. I'll take his curse. Please. Just don't hurt him."

"No, Hermione. I'll take both. Bellatrix, I want both. I want both."

"No, Draco. You can't!"

"I can! I will!" Hermione could feel Bellatrix watching them bicker, and turned to face her.

"What babies." She muttered. "Star-crossed lovers, are we?" she smirked. "Well, the Dark Lord will want to hear this!"

"Voldemort." Hermione corrected. "His name is Voldemort."

"How dare you speak his name! You filthy Mudblood!"

"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself." Draco said, and both girls turned to face him. He looked at Hermione. "You said that in Diagon Alley, before our second year."

"Yes," Hermione breathed. "Yes, I did. And actually, his name isn't Voldemort. It's Tom Marvolo Riddle. It's an anagram for I am Lord Voldemort."

"Shut your mouth, you filthy little Mudblood!"

"Don't call her that!" Draco yelled. "Please."

"Crucio!" screeched Bellatrix. Draco screamed and moved about in his chair. It fell on his side, and he still writhed around. Narcissa Malfoy walked into the room.

"I thought I heard some yelling." She said, but then she noticed Draco. "Draco!" she screeched. She ran to his side, and yelled herself. "Bella! Stop it Bella!" Bellatrix stopped the curse. She turned to Hermione, and Hermione cringed.

"Crucio!" she yelled, and the pain transferred to her. She screamed and screamed. She could hardly hear Narcissa.

"Draco, are you ok?" she asked, stroking his hair the way Hermione had. She untied him and held him close. Draco struggled, and Hermione watched his lips move, and she knew he told her to make Bellatrix stop. Narcissa shook Bellatrix, pleading for her to stop, and Hermione closed her eyes. She let out one more scream, then the pain stopped. She breathed heavily, and Draco reached for her, but she couldn't move. It was a lot longer than last time, the effects worse. Then she did something she thought she would never do in front of a Death Eater, Draco or his family-she cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she sobbed and sobbed. Draco grabbed her and pulled her close, her head leaning on his chest. She felt one of his own tears wet a spot on her hair. Then another, and another, until he was sobbing as much as she was.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair. "For everything. For today, for the past week. The past six years."

And that time, Hermione knew it was real.