Deception | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41807 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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‘Draco, I am asking you to consider the consequences of your choice.’
Hermione sat in ‘her corner’ as she now saw it. It was hers, because she spent her time there, as far away from the other occupant in the cell, and it provided a certain level of protection.
Or rather, she felt safe when she was in the corner. Sometimes she might walk and stretch her legs, but at the slightest sign of movement, she was back in her corner. And despite his intimidating comments, Draco never went into her corner.
She wasn’t silly enough to think that that would never happen; but for the moment it served to give her an added sense of security, however fragile.
Malfoy rarely moved when she was awake, but right now he was standing, facing his mother. He was incredibly angry.
‘You talk about choices, but it’s an illusion. There are no choices, mother.’
He said mother with clear disdain. Narcissa never flinched or faltered, her face impassive and perfectly calm.
Unusual family, she noted with little interest. But then the Malfoys were never known to be ‘normal’.
‘Son—‘
‘I don’t want to be with Granger. It makes my very skin crawl, but you would have me complete this ‘ritual’ to stay alive. You overlook the truth that my quality of life would drastically decrease.’
Calmly, his mother continued, ‘I am trying to explain to you that you may feel differently at a later date—‘
Draco turned and paced across the room, towards Granger, and she immediately tensed. He grabbed her arm, and even though she flailed violently, he was still stronger.
She was thrown at Narcissa’s feet, like some sort of offering.
It was all she could do to keep her body covered while at the same time cowering. She couldn’t look at the other woman, nor could she see Malfoy’s face, but if she had, she would have seen the look of disgust coupled with satisfaction.
‘Do you see what you insist should be brought into our family, what should be the mother of my children? I am protecting us by sacrificing my self. You are blinded by your duty as a mother, but I am lead by my duty to our family. We will never agree, so please, go and let me die in peace.’
She heard his mother’s voice turn even colder, if that were possible, ‘Very well. If you wish it, then in nine hours you will be a corpse, soon to be resting in the catacombs.’
She turned to depart. Over her shoulder she called, ‘For the purpose of Ministry protocol, I will have a medical wizard examine you two, to ensure that neither one of you is making this choice against your will, that you, especially Malfoy, are not under the influence of the Imperius Curse.’
Hermione was trembling, not over the conversation or the casual way death was being discussed, but because Malfoy had touched her. She was afraid of him.
‘You can go back now, Granger.’
She hastily scrambled away, not stopping until she was safely ensconced in her corner. She was breathing heavily.
Malfoy was standing very still, and she could recognize that his claws made an appearance.
Immediately her memory was slammed with images of him, claws out, digging into her body, the pain burning but small in comparison to what he really wanted to do…
‘Please don’t…’ she begged.
He turned, and what she saw was incredibly disturbing.
His pupils kept dilating, from small to big, back and forth.
She wanted to scream for help, but her voice had gotten caught in her throat. So she began to babble, ‘Malfoy, if you do anything then you could be with me forever. You don’t want that, right? Right?’
He didn’t say anything. His pupils became tiny again. The instinct was in control. And like before, his voice changed.
‘…so afraid…’ He shivered, and then froze.
He went very, very still. As if waiting for something.
And then a knowing smile came across his face, ‘…I see…’ He came closer, quickly closing the distance between then in a moment.
Hemione wished the earth would swallow her, but she was stuck here. So she flattened herself against the wall.
He squatted down in front of her, caressing the side of her face lightly. She whimpered, fully believing that something awful would follow.
‘….It seems that the other has unknowingly conceded defeat.’ He shivered again, and his voice became even lower, ‘…I cannot wait to meet you again, love.’
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