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Chapter 7

Draco was squirming around on the dirty grass, with Hermione unconscious three arm lengths away. He screamed and screamed, until he thought he couldn't scream anymore. But he still heard screams, female screams. He was shocked when he looked over and saw that Hermione was doing exactly what he was. But he was more shocked that his father was the one cursing her. He reached for her hand, and she wriggled towards it, grabbing it a few seconds before both curses finished. Relief flooded throughout Draco's body.

"Are you," he asked. "Are you okay?" Hermione nodded, and Draco guessed that she couldn't talk.

He winced as Bellatrix kicked Hermione's pretty little face. "Filthy Mudblood," she looked at Voldemort. "Can I kill her?" Draco went very tense, hoping and praying for Hermione's life.

"No," Voldemort said, and Draco breathed. He realised that he had held his breath the entire time, and needed a breath, since Voldemort had taken at least thirty seconds to answer. "We will keep her, Draco as well." Voldemort then walked towards Draco and Hermione, and Draco watched as he looked, in disgust, at them holding hands. "Who will carry who?" he asked blankly.

"I will carry the Mudblood," said Draco's father, and he almost whimpered at the use of the name he had said himself so many times. "So Bella doesn't have to." He added. Bellatrix walked a few steps from Hermione to him, bent down, and picked up his limp body. She was cold to the touch, and Draco shut his eyes tightly. He heard Bellatrix whisper 'coward' in his ear. She took one hand from under him to pry their hands apart. She nearly dropped Draco in the process, but she managed to keep him in her grasp. Draco saw that Lucius was holding Hermione too tightly, but he must have seen him looking, and held her with less pressure.

"Honestly, Draco." He said, looking disdainfully at Hermione, who's eyes were shut, just as his had been before Bellatrix had pried them apart. "A Mudblood?" he looked over at Draco.

"She's brilliant, father." He said firmly, but quietly. He looked at Bellatrix.

"How did you get Potter's glasses?" she asked, and he explained.

"How did you both get so beaten up?" his father asked, and he explained. "And the Mudblood?" Draco winced, not wanting to tell that awful story, but Hermione pointed out that she could speak for herself, and explained. Draco lifted a hand and adjusted his glasses.

"How unfortunate." His father said, and they were quiet for the rest of the trip.

Ooo

They were bound in matching chairs, next to each other. Draco looked over at Hermione, and she looked back with equal worry to what he felt, and what probably showed on his face. Voldemort had insisted that they were fixed up, and Draco had insisted that Hermione's leg was fixed a few minutes before then. He had told Hermione that she looked as good as new, and she had flushed. Draco edged his chair closer to hers, and took her hand in hers.

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

"I know, I know. I don't either." He replied sadly. Tears started forming in Hermione's eyes.

"Since we're about to die, I guess I should tell you something." She said. "You have a sister." Draco was shocked. He was sure he didn't have a sister, he would have known, but Hermione continued, a tear rolling 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 their house, because she was born with red hair," another tear fell. "Not blond. I just found out this summer." Draco's eyesight started going blurry, but he had his glasses on. He realised that he was going to cry in front of Hermione, but he didn't care. They had been through enough together to really care in they cried. He nodded slowly.

"We won't die." He said reassuringly. "Not today, tonight, tomorrow or any other day while we're with Voldemort." He squeezed her hand and made her look into his eyes, as he looked into her beautiful brown ones. "Trust me." She nodded, but the door burst wide open. They both turned to look at Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Let go of her!" she screeched. "Draco, let go!" But he shook his head.

"No." he protested. "I love her." He squeezed her hand again, and looked at her lovingly, and she flushed again. But she tugged his hand.

"Draco, just let go. It'll be better if you do. Less pain." He looked at her, the two words acting like pain relief. "Less pain." She repeated. He nodded, and released her.

Bellatrix walked over to Hermione. "I would've liked to kill you, but the Dark Lord says not. It's down to one curse," She grinned, Draco knowing she would put the Cruciatus curse on her, show off her pain in front of him. But then she spoke again. "Each." Before Draco could protest, Hermione did.

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

"No, Hermione." He said sternly, and then looked at Bellatrix. "I'll take both. Bellatrix, I want both. I want both."

"No, Draco. You can't!" Hermione yelled.

"I can!" he yelled, and then he spoke softly. "I will!" Hermione turned to face Bellatrix.

"What babies." He heard her mutter. "Star-crossed lovers, are we?" she said, a smirk on her face. "Well, the Dark Lord will want to hear this!"

"Voldemort." Hermione corrected, and Draco almost smiled with glee. "His name is Voldemort."

"How dare you speak his name!" Bellatrix hissed. "You filthy Mudblood!" Draco winced again.

"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself." Draco heard, then realised he said it. He looked over at Hermione. "You said that in Diagon Alley, before our second year." He added.

"Yes," Hermione said. "Yes, I did. And actually," she said, turning to face Bellatrix. "His name isn't Voldemort. It's Tom Marvolo Riddle. It's an anagram for I am Lord Voldemort."

Bellatrix looked fit to burst. "Shut your mouth, you filthy Mudblood!"

"Don't call her that!" Draco pleaded. "Please." Bellatrix didn't seem to care for his pleads, instead, she punished him.

"Crucio!" she screeched, and Draco started writhing from the pain. His chair knocked over, and he still squirmed about. Narcissa walked into the room.

"Mum," Draco murmured.

"I thought I heard some yelling." She said, in a civilised way, obviously having not noticed her son screaming and wriggling around, but she noticed within a second. "Draco!" he heard, as his mother rushed to his aid. "Bella!" she screamed. "Stop it Bella!" Bellatrix finally stopped the curse, but she turned straight to Hermione and did the same. "Draco, are you okay?" his mother asked, stroking his hair the way Hermione had. He felt her watching as she screamed and squirmed. He nodded. She unbound him, and held him close to her, but he struggled trying to speak.

"Hermione." He said. "Please, tell her to stop hurting Hermione." He watched as his mother shook Bellatrix, begging her to stop, but he couldn't hear her. All he could hear was her screams. Bellatrix stopped the curse. She started crying, and Draco crawled towards her, and pulled her close. She dug her head into his chest and cried. Her tears made him want to cry. One tear dropped onto her hair as he nestled his head into it. He let another one fall, and kept doing so. After thirty seconds, he was sobbing as much as she was.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "For everything. For today, for the past week." He made a loud crying noise. "For the past six years." Hermione nodded into his chest, rubbing it in a reassuring way.

Mother took them to father, Hermione clutching his arm, her head on his shoulder. Draco had put his head on hers and his arm around her, transforming their position into a hug. Hermione hugged his side, and he hugged hers.

Father wasn't happy to see them like that, but neither Draco nor Hermione cared. Draco didn't pay much attention, but he was happy when they were sent to a room in the Riddle Mansion, a large one with two double beds, a grand chandelier and a big fireplace, one they could keep very warm beside. But he never expected that they would both be sleeping in the same bed, Bellatrix Lestrange sleeping in the other bed, to keep an eye on them.