Update: 1st September 2012
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
Hermione
Light filtered into the dark, dampened cellar. The light penetrated through my closed eyelids, almost to the point of pain.
I held in my breath, not daring to move a single inch.
"Everyone up against the wall!" He, Malfoy barked.
There were others?
The scuttling of feet echoed through the cavernous, foreboding cellar.
Footsteps. Footsteps made their way towards me. Slowly, precise, deliberately drawing it out.
A shadow fell across me, I couldn't see it, but I knew. He bent down. I could feel the warmness of his body radiating through the cool air. He kicked me not so lightly in the stomach, it stung, I curled over and groaned.
"Stop it! Stop hurting Hermione!" A familiar voice shouted. Luna. Why was she here? Shouldn't she be… I don't know somewhere like a cell in the ministry?
"Shut it, Loony blood traitor" He snarled.
My eyes fluttered open. I saw red. "Malfoy! You stupid, gutless coward! Lu-" I broke off, seeing the do I really care look on his face, his amused smirk taunted me. I pulled my fist back.
Smack
My fist connected with his nose making a satisfying crunch. I grinned victoriously as blood gushed out of his nose. Painting blood red on his pristine white shirt.
"You filthy mudblood!" Malfoy fumed. "Come with me" He ordered. Without waiting for a reply. He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the dark cove into the light
Draco
I lay in my silk clad bed. Staring at the ceiling. My shallow breaths echoing through the room. I was perfectly still.
"Draco, it's time to get the visitor." My mother uttered softly through the door, knowing I was there. My sweet mother, she was pure, nurturing. My father I sneered was a little less than that. I remember the first time he tortured me. I reached for the 8 pack of fire whiskey.
Draco 3 years old
"Draco, come here" Daddy's voice boomed through the house. I knew Daddy was in the drinking room, mummy called it. She said to never go in. I left my toys on the floor and knocked on the door.
"Daddy, you cwaled for me?" I asked hesitantly, looking at Daddy from the open door, he was sitting at a mahogany table. Empty bottles littered the floor, the air was stale and smelled funny.
"Com a here Dracooo" Daddy slurred.
I dubiously wandered to his desk, dodging the bottles.
"Draay Draaay, you picked up that mudblood bitches shopping, you stupid fucckkeerrr!" Daddy yelled his face almost touching mine. "You need to be punished!" Daddy took off his belt. I shuddered. He brought it into a loop shape. Then he heaved his belt up like it weighed 100 tons. And then it came hurtling towards my face. The buckle left a stinging pain. Blood poured out. Before I had time to comprehend the pain, the belt came down again. And again. And again.
"Daddy stop" My voice barely over a whisper.
He paused.
"Hmm…" He purred. "You are soooo right Dray Dray, such a good son. My arms are starting to hurt. Such a good son…" He voiced thoughtfully. He curled his lips. "Crucio!" He roared.
Unbearable pain filled my body, twitching every nerve. It felt like my inside were being ripped out. Piece by piece, slowly, so so slowly.
Tauntingly.
Looking into eyes identical to my own.
Grey.
Uncompassionate.
Cold.
"Draco?" My mother's soft voice drifted through the oak door.
"Cuhh-ming" I replied unemotionally.
I slowly heaved my body off the bed and took a few deep breaths, leaning on the wall. I reached clumsily for my wand
I'd learnt that spell in 4th year, it kept the slur out of my voice, the wooziness disappear and my breath fresh and minty. Yet it kept the numbness and made me… more volatile.
I pulled the silver ornate door knob, cursing when I stubbed my toe. I met my mother's expecting, worried eyes.
"Draco, sweetie are you okay?" She asked concernedly, resting her arm onto my arm.
"I'm fine" I replied gruffly, shrugging her arm roughly off. Ignoring her shocked expression, I stormed down the stairs into the foyer.
"DRACO! What took you so long?" Bellatrix screeched, deafening me.
"There was-"
"No matter, you will have to introduce yourself to our guest… Maybe you can play a game to keep her entertained?" She continued without an answer "Good, I'm going to the ministry to approve of those Mudblood camps… the Dark Lord's idea. Finally we get to put the filth where they belong. Right Draco?"
She then swept out of the room, the icy presence somewhat still lurked.
I shook my head, the intoxicated part of it, now not contained, before stumbling my way down the stairs and ripped the door open.
She was lying on the floor, not moving. I leered at her. Then looked around, that loony girl with ragged hair was looking concernedly at Hermione.
"Everyone up against the wall!" I ordered.
They moved sluggishly to the dark wall, their movement echoing through the cavernous cellar.
I stalked my way slowly towards her. She was motionless, was she breathing?
I bent down, her breathing was shallow and fast paced, my Father never stopped beating me just because I was hurt, and she'd need to be strong for all the torture she'd be facing.
I kicked her in the gut.
Her knees came up top her chest and she groaned.
"Stop it! Stop hurting Hermione!" Loony screamed, daring to take a step forward.
"Shut it, Loony blood traitor" I snarled at her.
Hermione's eyes flew open, full of rage.
"Malfoy! You stupid, gutless coward! Lu-"She broke off her rant, to look at my amused face.
She took a swing at me, before I could blink. With a sickening snap her disgusting filthy hand connected with my face. A familiar stinging sensation, worked its way through me. Blood poured down onto my pure white dress shirt.
How dare she? She, filth treat me lower than her? Using dirty muggle violence?
"You filthy mudblood!" I growled at her "Come with me." I ordered. I grabbed her arm, ignoring the dirty electrical jolt.
The Dark Lord would make her pay, she had information… and she wasn't talking. I repeated the mantra to myself, as I wrenched the door open, fully intent on releasing the wrath of the Dark Lord on her.
Harry
I stared at the wooden table, at the vials of blood Lupin had just pulled out of the bag.
Why would she need it? What use? Maybe some sort of ancient spell?
I knew I was lying to myself. It made it easier maybe? The only use blood had, was in dark arts. Hermione betrayed us, she wasn't on the dark side, she was muggle-born, it'd go against everything she stood for.
The rat betrayed us. Don't make the same mistake as your parents I shook the vile thoughts out of my head, it was too confusing, suspicion drives the closest of friends apart.
I distracted myself with the murmurs of the remaining members of the order who were situated around the table. All wondering the same thing.
But without all the anguish and pain.
Thanks for reading, I updated specifically today so I could ask you, what did you do at 11 AM today?
Hope you have a good weekend and last few days before school/work/other starts back up again
Thanks for reading
Jx