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Gone Wrong	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This couldn't be happening. It could not be real.

Sudden, sharp pain shocked the sensitive skin of Hermione's scalp as her hair was pulled roughly, forcing her head back with a strangled cry from her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to open them and lose her ability to pretend…

She could not be here. This could not be real.

"Look at me."

Cold spittle landed on her reddened cheek and made her cringe further, bile rising in her throat as she fought the urge to wipe it away. Instead, she shook her head in refusal and tensed for cruel retribution.

The man that held her tightened his grip on her hair and made her cry out in pain as some of the weaker strands broke or tore. She squeezed her eyes tighter as tears began to form in the corners and spill, streaking her pale cheek.

This had to be a nightmare. Any minute now and she would wake, her body trembling and her lungs laboring but that would be the end of it. This could not be real.

"Crucio!"

Hermione's eyes bulged, snapping open at the utter shock of the agony that now seared her every nerve ending. Excruciating, brutal sensations assaulted her as she screamed, her voice weakening with each second that crawled by. Finally, mercifully the brunt of the pain ended as the curse was silenced, leaving brief, sharp aftershocks and an ache she was sure she would never ease. She could hardly breathe.

"Where is the other? There were two of you." The monster had a voice to match. Inhuman and malevolent.

Her head lolled to the side, the muscles in her neck unable to hold the weight any longer. Through the haze of pain and disbelief she knew what her captor was asking. She knew the answer, the name…

"Answer me!" He bellowed.

Even in this state, tortured and tormented she clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth. If this was happening. If she was not going to wake up; then that meant that she had been captured by the Death Eaters. Vaguely she remembered being on a mission, sent by the Order of the Phoenix to gather intelligence on their enemy. She had a partner but they had been separated…

"Just give me a name, Mudblood and I promise the pain will stop." He taunted her with false hope. The pain would not stop. He would not stop.

Her eyes slid closed once more as she found solace in the darkness. Moments later, her head snapped to the side as flesh connected with flesh, the sound ringing in her ears as the familiar sting of pain rushed her.

She tasted the blood that flooded within her mouth, felt the cry that swelled in her in her raw throat and the hot tears that flowed freely down her expressionless face.

"A location, Granger. Just give me the location. Where is your friend?" He sneered his words and she knew then that his voice would never be forgotten. If she survived this, it would haunt her.

She swallowed hard, grateful for the way the coppery substance coated her tender throat as it passed, still she remained quiet and rigid.

The man that held her bent at the waist and pressed his mouth against her ear, twisting his fingers within her hair until her lips parted involuntarily, a strangled cry escaping from her broken body. He licked the salt from her cheek crudely before he whispered softly. Dulcet tones, sweet and kind. Deceptive and all the more cruel. "Tell me what I want to know. If you do not, I swear to you- I will make this night the longest and the last of your wasted life. If you make me work for it, I will beat you, I will hurt you, I will rape you and when you finally utter the words, when you finally break into pieces at my feet I will kill you. Do understand me?" He crushed his lips to hers and she lashed out, tearing one of her hands free from their loose bindings and backhanding him with as much strength as she could muster.

The Death Eater recoiled at the unexpected action and Hermione used her momentum to slip off the chair and crash onto the floor. Battling desperately to maintain consciousness, she scrambled to all fours and began to crawl for the door. It was not long and she had not made it far before she felt a hand on her ankle, a hard tug pulling her backwards as her nails scraped the floor in a vain attempt to catch herself.

She kicked back, her foot connecting solidly with his jaw and he roared in pain but failed to release her. No, no, no! Her heart began to race, pounding in her chest as he forced her onto her back. "Bitch!" He growled as he shoved his weight down onto her, stealing her breath in a rush.

Sick realization dawned on her as he pinned her down to the ground, one of his impossibly large hands holding both of her wrists above her head as the other wrestled with the zipper of the trousers she wore. She tried to dislodge him, rolling and kicking and fighting with all of her might.

It was no use, he was too big, too strong, too corrupt…

A new kind of panic enveloped her as she felt his calloused fingers against the bare skin of her lower abdomen, digging lower and searching. She shook her head and squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. This could not be happening! This could not, should not be real.

Once again he crashed his mouth down, this time attempting to capture her lips in an obscene and vile kiss. Hermione turned her face as best she could, the very idea of his mouth on hers making her stomach heave. She wriggled beneath him, freeing one of her legs long enough to drive it upwards, kneeing him in the groin.

He snarled in pain and the hand that had threatened to violate her pulled out to slap her face. She was grateful for it and welcomed the fire that spread over her swollen cheek.

He slammed her wrists down to the ground again, stretching her arms too far and breaking the skin on her knuckles. "Tell me!"

She shook her head with a stubbornness she was unsure of. It would be so easy to give in…To end it…

He groped one of her breasts through the soiled shirt she wore, kneading painfully. "Whore! What is the name? Where are they hiding?"

She whimpered in revulsion and winced as his hand rose again, readying in that split second to strike her.

It was then that a sound reached her. A voice and the sizzle of power. "Avada Kedavra!" She did not comprehend.

Weight crushed her and she could not draw breath. She struggled hopelessly, too weak to save herself but still coherent enough to want to try. What had happened? The body above her was limp and unmoving.

"Granger?" The same voice, distant to her ears.

She pushed harder and suddenly the weight lifted off of her and her lungs drew a desperate breath. She glanced up, the shadow of another man darkening her sight as he stood above her. He was smaller, slender and familiar.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

New, fresh tears sprang to her eyes and she could not banish them. She lay on the floor, trembling and broken as she shook her head in vague response. The new figure kneeled beside her quickly, his hands reaching for her shoulders. "Can you walk?" He whispered.

"D-Draco?" She questioned, allowing him to pull her against him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight, uncaring in this moment of their past. Right now, none of it mattered. He had come back for her. "Is he dead?"

"Very. Granger, talk to me. Can you stand?" He insisted gently, his hands rubbing her back in comfort.

She shook her head, "I don't think so but I can try."

"We have to get out of here." She could hear the urgency in his voice and it struck new fear into her heart.

"Help me up."

Draco hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her to her feet as he stood. He took her weight, allowing her to sink back into him as her knees buckled. She hissed in pain, resting her forehead on his shoulder as her fingers dug into his arms. "My ankle…"

"Where is your wand?" He glanced around the room.

Hermione shrugged weakly, "No idea."

They both stilled as a sound reached them from down the hall. "Accio Hermione's wand." He said, the calmness in his tone a lie.

Hermione watched as he caught her wand and shoved it into his pocket with his own.

"We have to go. Now!" Draco pulled away and swept her up, off her feet and into his arms. Dashing away immediately. He had gotten in by sheer will power, fueled by the screams and cries of pain that echoed through the walls of this underground fortress.

Their mission had been a simple one. In and out. Reconnaissance and nothing more but something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. It was just one slip. He had leaned to far forward over the ledge they were hiding on, his foot shifted and a piece of earth loosened, falling to alert those below. Hermione had pushed him out of the way. They had not gotten a look at him. Then she was pulling his hand and they were running as fast as their legs would take them. There was no apparation in here. They just had to get outside…

Draco did not remember when she had fallen behind him. He did remember the sound of the spell that had crashed into her back. He did remember the scream that tore from her throat. He did remember the look in her eyes as she demanded that he go.

Running out of options, he ran until his lungs burned and his legs gave out. He had lost them, somehow within their own maze of twists and turns. Unable to call for help and unwilling to leave her behind he waited until he could see straight and breathe without gasping and then made his way back, leaving a trail of death behind him. So many bodies…

This was different. He could not defend himself now. Hermione was hanging onto his neck and his arms were holding her tight. He could not let go. If someone caught them now, they were finished. Ignoring his body's demand to stop and to rest he pushed harder. He had to get them out of here!

He rounded another corner, skidding to a halt to take a sharp right. Up the stairs, through several more arched doorways and then he could see it. The exit. He just had to reach it. Just a few more steps-

"Crucio!" Fear coiled in his gut as the spell shattered the air around them. Miss…

Hermione lifted her head from Draco's shoulder, her fingers snaking down his side until she thrust her hand inside of his pocket and grabbed her wand. She pulled it out and pointed with a shaky arm, her lips moved and parted. "Avada Kedavra!" Numbly, she watched the figure crumple to the ground and it was all she could do to hold onto her wand, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

Draco kicked the door open and apparated the moment he stepped foot onto the cobblestone of the alley they appeared in.

"I need a medic!" He shouted the instant he was able, rushing towards the small group of people at the opposite end of the room he had taken them to. He glanced down, anger coursing through him at the sight of the battered girl in his arms.

Anger and the familiar, all consuming thirst for revenge…he would have it.
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