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Beauty and the Beast	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14407 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this fanfiction.

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“I have something I need to tell you.” Her voice was quiet, as quiet at it had been the first time they’d spoken to one another. She looked nervous, practically frightened. It was daunting. “It – It’s important.”
Harry caught one glimpse of his girlfriend, only to realize what was burdening her so. “Are – Are you –”
“Yes,” she finished, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I did everything I usually do. I don’t know what went wrong. I – I – I’m scared, Harry. What are we going to do?” Ginny proceeded towards him and buried her face in his chest, with her hand resting over her lower abdomen.
The spectacled young man hugged her with every bit of compassion he could muster. He was scared, as well, but in the same breath he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Harry reached into his pocket and knelt down, slipping away from their embrace. “Ginny, I didn’t plan on doing this for another few weeks. I was waiting for our holiday to Switzerland but I’m quite sure now is the time to get things going.” He unveiled a velvet box and swiftly opened it. Inside rested a diamond ring. “You’ve been there since the beginning, since this magical journey began. I would love nothing more than to start a new journey, with our own family and live the way we’re meant to.”
Tears fell from her eyes. She had stopped wiping them away, smiling through every emotion as it came hurling straight at them. Ginny’s breathing quickened.
“What I’m saying – asking – is – well –” Harry took a deep breath, staring her deep in the eyes, deeper than any time preceding that moment. “Will you marry me?”
Ginny didn’t say a word. Instead she wrapped her arms around him and planted a mercilessly passionate kiss on his lips. It was yes. It had always been yes.
The couple kissed and giggled and cried and held one another. It was a touching moment, filled with the most joy they had felt in a long time. They carried their moment to the bedroom and slowly began to strip away whatever layers remained between their bodies.
Harry pulled Ginny’s blouse over her head and placed it on the side table. He went in for another kiss, knowing this was what he had always wanted, and paused – suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked. “Is – Is it the – the baby? Are you having second thoughts?”
“No. Never. I’m happy we’re starting a family,” he answered, completely genuine. “It’s my wand,” explained Harry, reaching into one of the drawers in the side table. His wand was inside, vibrating and rising in temperature. “I’m being alerted by the Ministry.”
“What? Now?”
Harry frowned. “They only do it if it’s something important.”
Ginny’s face fell, for only a moment, before she smiled. “Go ahead. Sort it out. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
“I can’t leave you like this. We just got engaged for Merlin’s sake.”
She cupped his cheek. “Harry, we have our whole lives to spend together. See what’s wrong and come back as soon as you can.”
He sighed. “You’re more than I deserve.”
“That’s why you asked me to marry you,” she smiled. “Now go. I don’t want the Minister turning up on our doorstep.”
A mere ten minutes since the alert had been sent out, Harry found himself in the Ministry, in Kingsley’s office. The Minister held a letter in his hand. He said nothing, tossing the letter to Harry.
The young man took one look at the print and felt his chest tighten. “Hermione – she – is she in danger?”
“According to Nott she’s been captured by the mutant. You better head there right now.”
Harry knew there was no choice in the matter. His friend was in danger. He had to save her. Ginny would want that. In fact, she’d probably persuade him to let her come along, too. He pocketed the letter and sped out of the Minister’s office.
Within seconds Harry strolled into his shared office, finding Ron sitting at his desk overlooking a mess of paperwork. “I need your help.”
Ron glanced up. “Is everything all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“It’s Hermione,” he started. “She’s in danger.”
The redhead arched an eyebrow. “Hermione?”
“Listen, I know you two have your differences and I know your breakup was hard and difficult and I know you –”
“Let’s go,” interjected Ron, wand at the ready. “Malfoy Manor?”
Harry paused, feeling a smile tug at his lips. “Yes. Malfoy Manor.”
Some distance from the Ministry, Hermione’s eyes flickered open. Her body felt worn out and cold – very, very cold. She waited for her vision to adjust, before taking a glance at her surroundings. She was back in the dungeons, in one of the cells and her arms and legs were in manacles. Not only that – she was naked.
“Rise and shine, beautiful.”
Hermione’s body went rigid at the sound of his voice. It all came rushing back in one giant swoop. “Let me go!” she cried. “Draco needs our help!”
“He needs no such thing,” announced Nott, stepping away from the shadows and into her cell. He knelt down beside her, tracing over her bare skin with the tip of his wand. “I had always wondered what Hermione Granger looked like underneath those hideous layers of clothing.”
She struggled against her manacles, feeling tiny slivers of metal dig into her skin each time she moved. “Don’t touch me!” Hermione shouted, using every bit of strength she had to move away.
Nott silenced her with a spell, cutting her screams short, and brushed his hand over her mouth. “Soft lips,” he smiled, inching closer and closer, so close she could feel his breath on her skin. “I bet the other ones are soft, too.”
Hermione felt tears sting the back of her eyes. Her heart was racing. She held her breath and choked out several tears as Nott slid his fingers between her legs.
He felt everything – multiple times. “Softer than I imagined,” regarded the crooked Auror. “Not as wet as I’d like, but we can fix that.”
She wondered if this is what he did to the women in his life – raped and murdered them. She wondered about Danielle. She wondered about everyone and everything Nott had harmed. Her heart broke for them. Her eyes wept for them. Her heart pounded for them.
Nott forced his mouth on hers, parting her pursed lips with his tongue and slithering it through every inch of her mouth. It was the most vile, disgusting thing she had ever tasted, and hoped the torture would end there. But it didn’t. His kiss went forcibly from her mouth, down her neck, to her breasts where he sucked and nibbled.
Hermione’s vision was distorted from the amount of tears pouring from her eyes. She felt helpless, stupid, and ridiculous – sitting there whilst he violated her.
“Kill me,” she mouthed, tilting her head back in agony.
The young man inserted one of his fingers into her and began to move it forward and backward. Just out of bodily function, she could feel herself dampen. Hermione hated herself, but more than that she hated him. She closed her eyes and thought of Draco – of the Draco she had gotten to know the past couple days and the way he had managed to win her over with just honesty.
Nott spread her down on the hard ground and put his full body weight onto her, smiling as she moaned against the pressure.
In the upper levels of the Manor, there was a different story, taking place. Harry broke through the doors with his strength, surprised with himself as it fell to the hardwood floor. He and Ron had managed to find the Manor and break through its protection charms in half the estimated time. They found a house-elf, a very scared house-elf in the foyer. Her name was Minnie and she teleported them outside the room they presumed Hermione was in.
Harry glanced to Ron and they each had a look around, wands extended. Hermione was nowhere to be found, but there was someone, sprawled across the floor in a heap of cloak and blood and splinters.
“That – That looks like – like –” Ron didn’t complete his thoughts. Instead he knelt beside the body and rolled it face up. He looked over at Harry with a grave expression. “I thought he died years ago.”
“I thought so, too,” reflected Harry, keeping his wand pointed. “Check his pulse.”
Ron performed a few spells, checking the vitals. “He’s alive – but barely.”
“Good. You keep watch and I’ll find Hermione.”
“What if he’s the one who harmed her?” asked Ron. “I should take him back to the Ministry.”
“No,” coughed Malfoy, earning the attention of both young men. “You will do no such thing.”
Harry knelt down. “Where is Hermione? What’s happened to her?”
“N – Nott,” he choked out. “D – Dungeons.”
“We can’t trust him,” concluded Ron, folding his arms over his chest as he got up from the floor. “He’s a war criminal.”
“Master is telling the truth,” rung in Minnie, peeking around the corner. “Miss Hermione is in the dungeons with a scary man.”
Harry’s stress lines deepened. He hadn’t expected such a turn of events. He turned to Malfoy. “How do we know to trust you? How do we know you’re not just sending us into a pit of Death Eaters? How do we know you’re not the one putting Hermione’s life in danger?”
For a moment, Malfoy didn’t say anything. He simply looked Harry and Ron in the eyes and offered them the truth. “B – Because I love her.”
Hermione felt tiny beads of sweat cling to her forehead. Nott’s mouth was all over her body. If she survived this, she promised herself to bathe for an entire year.
“And now for the grand finale,” voiced Nott, unfastening his cloak. “I might have to break the silencing charm so I can hear you scream for your life.”
The young woman breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She had to get through this. She just had to. Her wrists and ankles were sore from the manacles. She could barely move an inch, let alone enough to escape. There had to be some way.
Nott brushed the hair from her face. “I am going to fuck you, Hermione Granger. I am going to fuck you and you are going to like it.”
She felt fresh tears pour down her face.
“Shhh,” he cooed. “Don’t cry. We’re partners, remember?”
Hermione spat on him, overcome with insurmountable rage. Nott held her down, hard and reached for the zip on his trousers.
“Get your filthy, fucking body off of her.”
Both of them shifted their attention to the cell door and saw nothing but the reflection of the torch on a pair of circular glasses. Hermione’s heart leaped with hope, and Harry emerged. By his side, stood Ron, offering Hermione a look that told her everything she needed to know.
“Get your arse up,” ordered Ron, pointing his wand at Nott. “On your knees. Now!”
Nott laughed. “You’re after the wrong man.”
“Doesn’t look like it,” Harry chimed in.
“Ask her,” suggested Nott, nodding to Hermione. “Lift the silencing charm and ask her who the Mutant at Malfoy Manor truly is. Ask her who killed all those innocent people.”
Ron looked over to her, giving her speech with the wave of his wand. “You don’t have to say –”
“Take cover!” Harry shouted, pushing Ron out of the way as Nott fired a curse at them.
The boys dodged and weaved, clearly caught off guard by the sudden attack, and delivered spells of their own. It was two against one but Nott was a skillful wizard. There was a reason he’d been chosen to join the Auror Department. He was good. He was very good.
Ron slammed against the wall, as one of Nott’s spells hit him square in the chest. His body sunk low to the floor, but Harry had no time to see if he was all right. Instead the Chosen One continued with the duel and managed to connect one of his spells with Nott’s left shoulder, sending him straight to the opposite wall – but Nott recovered in a split second.
He tucked and rolled, and shot spell after spell. One of the spells made contact with Harry’s glasses, and shattered them to pieces. Harry chucked the frames to the ground and dodged some more beams of bright light. It was madness. It was pure madness.
Ron came to, several moments later, and took one look at Harry before rushing to Hermione’s side. He draped his cloak over her and unlocked the manacles. “Get out of here,” he ordered. “Run.”
“What about –”
“We’ll handle this. Don’t worry about us.” He protected both of them with the shield charm as he led her out of the cell and pushed Hermione in the direction of the staircase leading up and out of the dungeons. “Go to him!” shouted Ron, firing spells left, right and centre, alongside Harry.
Hermione mouthed ‘thank you’ before gathering the oversized cloak and making a run for it. She barely reached the foot of the stairs before someone blocked her path. It was Minnie.
“Minnie will take you to Master.”
“Please, yes.”
Minnie held her hands and teleported them out of the dungeons in a snap. Hermione stumbled and fell to the hardwood floor, just outside Draco’s bedroom. She hurried inside and found him there, in a pool of his own blood.
“Draco,” she breathed, feeling for a moment as though the young man before her was a stranger. It wasn’t the same Draco she had grown to know the past couple days, but there was no time for that. Hermione flung herself to his side and placed his head on her lap, combing the blond hair from his forehead. “Please say something.”
Draco’s eyes were closed for so long she had almost lost hope, but just as one of her tears fell to his forehead, the young man opened his eyes. “Y – You’re here…”
“I am,” she sniffed, holding him closer. “Harry and Ron –”
“I know,” he exhaled. “Th – They slowed down my bl – bleeding…”
Slowed down. Not stopped. Slowed down. Hermione glanced at the wounds across his torso and felt her heart tighten. She quickly tore off a bit of fabric from Ron’s cloak with a sharp piece of wood and wrapped it around Draco’s largest wound. “That should hold until they’re back. I’ll stay with you.”
“No…”
“What do you mean?”
“You – You need to b – be safe…”
Hermione tried her best to stop crying. She had to stay strong. “It’s not about me right now.”
Draco swallowed, choking slightly as he struggled to speak. “Please,” he breathed. “Please protect your – your –” A strange emotion veiled his eyes. They widened for a moment.
“What is it?” asked Hermione. “What’s wrong?”
Before he could answer, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Hermione hesitantly turned around and stood up to find a battered, bruised, and torn up Theodore Nott. He held his wand to her chest and offered her a venomous smile.
“What have you done?” she inquired, horror-struck. “Have – Have you come to kill me the way you have my friends?”
Nott narrowed her eyes. “They aren’t dead. I stunned them. I plan on killing you two and using the memory charm on your friends, to erase the rubbish that mutant told them.”
“He is not a mutant,” Hermione announced firmly. “He never was.”
“Step aside,” ordered Nott. “Don’t make me kill you first.”
Hermione’s lips began to quiver. “You don’t have to do this. You can put your wand down and walk away. We can sort this out, like proper Aurors.”
“Don’t use that psychological, Muggle bullshit on me,” he spat.
“What happened to you?” she furthered, dumbfounded. “What happened to the Theodore Nott I once knew? What happened to the boy who sat near me in Muggle Studies?”
Nott sighed with impatience. “He was a pathetic, loathsome child.”
“No,” she disagreed, growing calmer by the second. “But he did grow into a pathetic, loathsome man.”
“Five points for Gryffindor,” Nott added melodically. “Enough side-tracking. Step aside. You will get your turn once I’m done with him.”
Hermione stood her ground. “If you want to hurt him, you will have to go through me.”
A poisonous laugh escaped Nott’s lips. “What are you? His bodyguard?” His laughs made her sick. “Shame that such a beautiful young woman has fallen in line with Death Eater scum.”
“The only scum I see is you.”
“Is that what you were thinking when I slid my fingers inside you and felt the walls of your warm, wet core tighten with pleasure?”
It was worse than any torture she had ever experienced. Hermione felt fresh tears surface around her eyes. She tried her hardest to hold them back. She couldn’t look weak. Not in front of him. Not then.
“…I’ll f-fucking…kill…you,” cursed Draco, having heard the entire exchange.
Nott peered around, laughing some more. “He’s awake. Splendid. Makes this all the more interesting.”
“You’re sick,” breathed Hermione, slowly shaking her head.
“Tell me,” began Nott, awfully chipper considering the circumstances. “Did he make you come faster, or did I?”
Hermione seethed with rage. “Fuck you.”
“Me? Sure. I had plans of giving you another go, anyway.”
“I wouldn’t come near you for all the riches in the world,” she spat. “You disgust me.”
He quickly directed his wand to her forehead. “Or I could just kill you now.”
“Go ahead,” she challenged. “I’ll fight you off with everything I have.”
Nott chortled with amusement. “What’s that? Some good old true grit?”
Hermione took a deep breath. “Yes,” she agreed, squeezing something in the palm of her left hand. Nott opened his mouth to release another sarcastic remark, no doubt, but the words were stuck in his throat. He choked, staring at her with eyes the size of Galleons.
There was something wet between them. Hermione glanced down and saw blood spewing from the place that she had driven that sharp piece of wood through his chest. It was like a crimson fountain.
“Funny,” she whispered to his ear. “Your core is just as wet and just as warm.” Nott spat out a mouthful of blood that had flowed its way up his throat, and without a care in the world, Hermione backed away…watching as her tormentor fell to his knees and then to the floor – dead.
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