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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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Draco tapped his wand against his left palm impatiently, pacing. Where was Snape? He should have been here by now...
He couldn't do this, he couldn't. How could he just watch Hermione die? She had proclaimed her love, she might have his child...
What he wouldn't give to take her place...
He smoothed his robes nervously and caught a long chocolate brown hair on the front of them. Definitely not his. He cringed when he thought of what might have happened if someone else had caught the hair on him. He looked at the wavy strand and smiled, remembering how it felt between his hands, how it smelled when he pressed his face against it, buried deep inside her.
Her hair…
Gods…he had it, he had the answer.
Sprinting through the drab house, Draco threw himself into the very room which would hold the key. Nearly crying in relief he fumbled through cabinets, finally finding what he was looking for and shrinking it to fit into his pocket, placing a Cushioning Spell around it for protection.
One hand in his robes, fingering the solution to this demented game, Draco stumbled back to the front hall to continue pacing and waited for Severus's return so they could go together to meet the Dark Lord. When the tall man finally entered Draco nearly pounced him.
"Is she alright? Does she remember?" he demanded hysterically.
Snape quirked his brow at Draco's interrogation. "Miss Granger is as can be expected. She will pull through, I have no doubts. It is you I worry about."
"I will not fail this time," he said with all sincerity. Not now that he had this… But he had to know... "Does she remember?"
Snape looked at him almost...sadly. "No, the potion worked as planned."
A part of Draco's heart sank while the other part was grateful that it had worked. It would make things easier for her, he was sure, and he would keep their love locked away for the both of them.
"Plans have changed," Severus stated matter-of-factly and Draco started.
"What? What happened?"
"We must convince the Dark Lord to attack the Order at Hogwarts."
"Wait, attack them? I thought they were supposed to be attacking us!"
"Listen to me, Draco! We need to give the Order all the advantages we can. Taking the fight to them will increase their likelihood of success. They know the grounds and the castle, they are prepared for battle. They will be able to draw us into traps, traps I have made easy for them to access," he explained, his face hard, ready. "As an administrator, I can break the defense around the castle. You must tell the Dark Lord you will bring him to her, make it seem as if this will work the better for him, let him think this was your plan. This will draw his attention, he will be preparing to fight, his mind will be off the protection of the snake. She will be left with a small contingent at the Manor while he makes his way to the school. We will lead him there, engage him, then the Order can get to the Snake easily once we lower the wards for them. Everything else must remain, he must have access to Miss Granger. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Draco whispered, his mind whirling.
He felt weak. He would be taking the Death Eaters right to them. They would never forgive him for this, she would never forgive him for this. Everything he'd done to join their side, to help them, would be smothered by this betrayal.
It didn't matter, he knew Severus was right. They would have home advantage, the Dark Lord would be distracted trying to initiate a battle. It would give them time to get to the snake, and maybe, just maybe, Hermione would be spared...
He felt a hand clap on his shoulder and looked into the eyes of his mentor.
"Be strong, Draco. You won't let me down."
He nodded. He did not tell his godfather what he had planned; he knew the man would just try to talk him out of it. But he couldn't, not now, not anymore. It was his turn.
Snape escorted him outside and Draco gripped his arm tightly. The older man whipped around and they were being sucked through a vacuum until they landed on the cement sidewalk in front of the Manor. The dull, cloud ridden sky threatened to deluge upon them, but Draco sneered at it as if daring the sky to test him.
They walked to the front door nonchalantly and when Snape held it open for him he caught Draco's eye, telling him silently to keep to the plan. Draco gave him the faintest of nods, then strode into his childhood home and made his way to his Master.
Stopping outside the wide double doors he glared at the men flanking them.
"Tell our Lord that I wish to speak with him. I will await his summons."
Draco sat in the chair opposite as he had the day before. Had it only been one day? His night with Hermione had seemed endless though it pained him that it was over already. He wished he were still back in that room, wrapped in her warmth, hidden from the horror that was still to come.
Draco forced himself to clear his mind and attempted to not look glassy-eyed while one of the Death Eaters knocked on their Master's door and the other watched him stonely. As the taller man slipped inside the room when the door swung open, Draco constructed the barriers of his mind as his father had instructed him, bit by bit. He visually saw the wall that built itself as a barricade between himself and the Dark Lord. That bastard would not have the only part of him that mattered, the part of him that had Hermione. Jealously, he coveted it and would not allow anyone near that precious part of his heart.
He pushed his mind to dwell on what he was to do today, what to say to the evil creature residing not ten meters from where he sat. He waited as patiently as possible while his stomach twisted and turned. The bit of toast and tea he had choked down that morning sat heavily and he hoped he wouldn't be sick.
Not a moment later the cloaked and masked man reappeared.
"The Dark Lord awaits," he mumbled. Draco nodded curtly and strode into the dim room. The door slammed shut behind him and locked with a definite click but he didn't miss a beat. He strode forward purposefully and knelt before the tall man who stood once more with his back to him, gazing into the flames.
"My lord, I have done as you asked of me," he greeted with his eyes cast to the hardwood beneath him.
"You have the girl?" the sub-human hissed, and Draco could feel him tense in anticipation.
"Not with me, my lord. I have a surprise for you that I believe will please you."
"I dislike surprises, Draco," the cruel man drawled, turning. "Stand."
Draco rose to his feet and met the Dark Lords eyes with a smile. "If you wish, I will bring her to you this very moment. But I believe you will appreciate what I have succeeded in fastening for you far greater."
The Dark Lord sneered, his snake undulating behind him, slithering over to her master. "And what may that be, my dear boy?"
Draco grinned, attempting to instill a face of pride and excitement. "The Order will be at Hogwarts in precisely fifteen minutes. They will be there for the next hour, in which time they are preparing to breach our walls. If we move first, with Severus Snape's help, we can break past the barriers surrounding them and attack first. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter will be there, vulnerable. They will be caught unawares. We will have the element of surprise."
Draco purposely left out the fact that the Aurors would be there as well and that their numbers were strong, keeping that small bit of information nestled safely behind his wall with Hermione.
The Dark Lord stared at him for a long time. Draco forced himself not to squirm under the penetrating gaze.
"How have you come by this information?"
Draco thought fast. "I was lucky enough to stumble across Percy Weasley at the Ministry. He was speaking to someone about it, thinking he was being clever and casting a Mufflaito Charm. I cast the counter and was able to hear every word."
The Dark Lord continued to eye him suspiciously. "And how do you know this is not a set up?"
"They are preparing for an attack, my lord. There was no reason for the Weasel to lie. I cross-checked my findings with Severus Snape who was able to speak to the Order members themselves through his connections. They will be there, my lord, I assure you. We can surround them and you will have free reign to do what you wish to the girl while Potter watches. Potter will be a toy when you are through with her and an easy target. It is foolproof."
"Nothing is foolproof! Idiot boy!" the Dark Lord sneered before pacing, looking to the far wall, his hands clenched tightly. "Your plan is feasible, yes, but do not get an inflated ego over this trite notion. You are lucky I do not punish you for not bringing the girl directly to me as I commanded...but I do indeed thirst for a good fight..."
Draco's heat caught as the evil man turned to him, watching him for endless moments before speaking. "If this falls through, it will be your worthless life. Be aware, Draco, that my patience with you has run dry."
Draco bowed his head in contrite submission. "It will be as I say, my lord. I swear to you. You could not ask for a better platter with which to have your meal displayed."
The half-man/half-snake sneered. "We shall see."
The creature strode forward and yanked Draco's left arm into his grasp and stripped back his sleeve. Pressing a long, thin finger to the tattoo on his forearm, Draco watched as the Dark Mark blazed to life, holding back a wince at the pain that bit through him.
One by one, in wisps of smoke, Draco watched as the Death Eaters appeared and took their place in their circle, leaving the appropriate gaps for those who had not yet arrived. Starting when a tight grasp caught his arm, Draco allowed the cold, cruel man to steer him to a spot in the circle, a spot reserved only for the highest ranked, his demented aunt appearing wordlessly beside him. The Death Eaters moved soundlessly to accommodate him and he swore he could hear his Aunt Bella hiss from his right.
Draco stood tall and met his father's gaze through the silver mask perched on his arrogant face. He knew that mask nearly as well as he knew the face behind it. He could only imagine the confusion written upon his carefully fixed features and a feeling of complete and utter loathing filled him, demanding that he press it back, clawing for the calm he needed.
Beside his father, his mother stood proudly. Draco's heart ached as he thought about the letter she had written him. He remembered how she used to take him to the park when he was very young and follow him laughing as he flew three feet above the ground on his toy broomstick. He could remember the bedtime stories about famous wizards doing wonderful things and the packages she always sent to him at Hogwarts full of sweets and gifts. He remembered how he'd treated her like trash as the arrogant arse he was, instructing her to make him food or to get her fat arse out of the room while he and his father had been practicing. He remembered the night when she'd snuck into his room and pleaded with him not to follow his father, to stick with her, that she would find him somewhere safe to get away from all of this.
Gods, how he wished he'd listened to her.
When the circle was full, Draco flitted a quick glance to where Snape was standing in his usual spot, his tall, thin stature easily recognizable. He was purposely avoiding Draco's gaze. Although it was impossible to tell behind the gleaming mask, Draco knew his face would be impassive, strong as always. Draco was frightened to realize how much he depended on the older man to make everything work in their favor.
The Dark Lord left his side and walked to the center of the circle.
"My dear friends," he crooned, arms open wide. Draco forced himself not to snort in derision. "We have had a gift delivered to us from the young master Malfoy. Would you like to know what it is?"
Murmurs and quiet "yeses'' could be heard around the circle. The Dark Lord smirked.
"Of course you do. You are all worthless without bribery, aren't you?" A chorus of "nos" and "of course nots" followed suit and his sick smile widened, then suddenly fell.
"Crucio!" he screamed at a Death Eater that seemed to be smaller than the rest. Draco furrowed his brow, not sure of who this newcomer was.
"You have been greedy, have you not, Miss Parkinson?" Draco's heart stuttered at his words. Pansy?
"No, my lord! Never, my lord! I have been a true and faithful servant! I do it all for you, only for you!" she simpered. Her sniveling voice made Draco cringe. He knew what pain it would bring.
"You mock me."
"No, my lord! I revere you!"
"You have not earned the robes in which you soil. Remove them!"
Draco could see her shaking from head to foot as she stood. He knew she had not yet received the Dark Mark for he would have surely been told. He watched, sickened, as she removed the silver mask and pulled off the robe, revealing only her knickers and bra underneath. She trembled, looking up at the Dark Lord who walked forward and drew a long finger down her face much as he had done to Draco yesterday.
"You've always wanted more than you have earned, haven't you?"
"No, my lord!"
Draco groaned under his breath. Just agree with the bastard, Pansy! he urged.
"Crucio!"
Pansy's loud shrieks filled the room and men chuckled as one of her breasts popped out of its tight sheath and flopped as she writhed in agony. Draco looked away with his eyes, his stature tense. No matter how much he had loathed the girl he couldn't stand to watch her being tortured. He suddenly wished he'd donned his mask before the other's had arrived, but instead schooled his features, knowing there was nothing he could do for the poor girl now.
The screaming stopped and the Dark Lord knelt down to the sobbing girl on the ground. He lifted a strand of her stringy black hair to whisper in her ear, loud enough for others to hear.
"You dare defy me, girl? You will see what happens to frauds who dare cross the Dark Lord."
Pansy cried, sobs racking through her gangly form, unable to respond out of utter terror.
Grinning, the Dark Lord stood. "Where is your mother, girl?"
Not wanting more punishment, Pansy spoke up right away. "S-she is ill, my lord! I-I have come in her p-place!"
A high cold laugh rang through the small chamber and the members of the group shifted uncomfortably while Pansy cowered on the ground, her left breast still dangling openly, her father standing still as a statue behind her.
"So, Marilyn could not grace us with her presence? Indeed, that is most unfortunate. However, your insolence is even more so. How would you like to spend a few days in the dungeons until your beloved mother decides to reclaim her position among our ranks?"
Shaking with fear Pansy raised her head. "Y-yes, my lord. I will do as you command."
"Crabbe, take her away!"
A large figure came forth and dragged Pansy to her feet. Draco could only imagine what she would suffer at his hands. She had still not realized her state of indecency and Draco knew what the coming hours would bring for his former classmate.
Draco peered at her tall father who had said nothing during the proceedings, hoping he would come forth, do something to spare his daughter from this awful fate. But he remained stationary and the Dark Lord ignored him as he addressed the crowd.
"As I was saying, we have a most wonderful surprise awaiting us at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Young Draco here seems to have secured us a most advantageous position, have you not?"
"Yes, my lord." Draco bowed his head humbly.
"Yes, yes. We shall indeed take this gift he has so kindly offered to us and make the most of it. It seems Mr. Potter and his friends are currently residing at the school. We shall surround them and you will kill those impertinent traitors while I have my amusement with that little Mudblood bitch. Now, doesn't that sound like fun?"
Murmurs of agreement rang through the air. The Dark Lord lifted a thin hand and they ceased. "Do what you will with the others, but the girl is mine and Potter is to be kept alive. Is this understood?"
The Dark Lord caught Draco's eye as the excited yells of an approaching battle filled the room. He could feel the Dark Lord probing his mind and he allowed it. Draco stared back at him lazily as if giving him free reign to his thoughts while covetously blocking that part that could not be monitored by the evil lord. In the fore of his mind Draco thought, I have nothing to hide, my lord. I give you my service, my life. I will serve you well. My failures will be no more, I will be better. Allow me to show you, my lord, that I am your humble subject. I feel you will be most pleased with what I have procured for you.
The Dark Lord severed the connection and glided towards him. The room fell into a hush.
"You have done well, young Malfoy. I sense you wish to ask me something. Come, my boy. What is it?"
Draco stood his ground, not giving an inch. "I wish to assist you in the torture of Miss Granger. She has thwarted me one too many times and I would take endless pleasure in assisting in her demise."
The room was silent, still, as the Dark Lord stared him down. Draco held the fear deep within him. He had to be there with her, he had to do this one last thing...
After a moment, the serpentine man nodded ever so slightly. "I believe this will be valuable practice for you. You may accompany me."
Whoops and hollers filled the room. He was sickened by their glee, but grinned wholeheartedly, knowing his plan would come to fruition.
Draco bowed low and spoke to the floor. "Thank you, my lord. You are most gracious."
"Rise, my boy. We shall see if you have proven yourself worthy soon enough. Let us make preparations."
While the masked individuals scattered to do their various tasks, Draco closed his eyes as he felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed.
"Well done, my son. You have made me proud," Lucius drawled.
Draco felt agony ripple through him as he realized that the only time he had ever heard these words was when he had begged the Dark Lord to let him torture the woman he loved.
Lucius would burn as well.
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XOXO
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