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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42453 -:- 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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Hermione lifted herself up on her elbow and grabbed her ribs at the movement. The searing pain that shot through her arm at the slight shift reminded her that her wrist had been snapped as well. Every part of her body was in pure agony. She fought the pain, tucking it into her subconscience, though with every passing moment it became more and more difficult.

Voldemort had been prowling the room for the last several minutes while he regained composure, but now he came to her, glaring down at her mangled form.

“Thought you could keep it from me, did you?”

“Took long enough for you to figure it out,” she gritted through clenched teeth. The pain made her mind fuzzy but she worked through it. She needed her wits about her; it hadn’t been nearly long enough, not yet. They needed more time.

He laughed his high, cruel laugh that sent a shiver down her spine and made the miniscule hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“No, my dear. This is not about the Horcruxes. For that, you will die. For this,” he sucked in a victorious breath. “Well, I'm afraid I cannot allow such dalliances to continue unpunished. I must make an example. For that, I require the both of you.”

“Both?” she was proud she kept the quiver out of her voice as fear gripped her. No...

His laughter rang throughout the small room. “Yes. Yes, this is be…sweet. You will bring him to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she ground out. This can't be happening, he can't know...

“Crucio!”

Words could not explain. There was fire, knives, clubs. They dug into her skin, pulverized her bones, ripped out her teeth. Thoughts ran half formed through her mind and she couldn’t believe she’d once feared death, that utopia that dangled just out of reach.

When it ended the pain lingered. Air refused to enter her lungs; they were deflated. She had never been so scared in her life, and not just for herself. For Draco. For he knew.

Voldemort knew.

“You will learn to understand, my dear, that I am not a patient man," he drawled. Hermione rolled painfully, looking up into his twisted face. "You cannot hide from me, I can read your mind like a book, just as I read Draco's. You two will face a punishment worse than death for daring to defy me. You are going to learn, Mudblood, that I always get what I want. Always. The longer you tarry, the more pain he will suffer. Now, you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“He’s not a part of this, you sick bastard," she choked out, fear threatening to cripple her. She could face her own mortality but not his, please not his... "Torture me all you want but you won’t have him!”

An invisible vise closed around her throat and dragged her up until her feet were dangling off the floor and she was face-to-face with the monster who had haunted Harry’s dreams for years. She sputtered and kicked, nearly catching him with a foot. With lightning quick reflexes that startled her, he vanished and reappeared in exactly the same spot. He grinned cruelly.

“So much anger. So much hate. You could be of use…all that power…think of the possibilities that could await you.”

“I-never-I’ll-fuck-kill-you-”

He chuckled again and curled a strand of her hair around one of his grotesquely long fingers. “Feisty, feisty. Kill me, will you? We shall see.”

Hermione could feel the blood pooling in her face and her lungs screamed as she tried unsuccessfully to suck in air. Any moment her larynx would be crushed and she would finally die.

No, not yet, she had to survive, she had to. She had to warn Draco, even if he hated her guts. She still loved him; she would do anything to save his stupid arse.

Pulling strength from deep within her, Hermione thrust out her palms, causing Voldemort to fly backward and she hit the floor with a strangled cry. The pain was excruciating and for a moment she thought she was going to pass out. He roared and she threw up a Shield Charm, but she was weak, too weak to hold him off for long, and he quickly shattered it with a spell that ripped through her body, hurtling her into the opposite wall as she screamed in anguish.

Voldemort strode towards her, easily batting off the few useless spells she could manage before slumping over, completely drained. She could feel the darkness calling...

“Struggling is futile, Mublood," he sneered. "You know I will win. I always do. Now, you will bring him to me because to do otherwise will be sacrificing our young Mr. Weasley.”

Hermione lifted her aching head and a large bubble floated in front of her that had Ron’s face on it. He was running, sweat dripping down his freckled countenance, his red hair plastered to his head. All of the sudden he stopped and clutched his side screaming in pain. He fell to his knees, crying out, both arms now wrapped around his stomach.

"No! Stop, stop, please!" she cried, struggling to raise her exhausted body. "Please, don't-"

"Bring me Draco."

Hermione hesitated, she couldn't, she couldn't do this, she couldn't choose. If she brought him here Draco would surely die...

Ron screamed and her attention snpped back to the vile images that floated before her. Boils erupted on his skin and tears flowed freely as he bellowed in utter agony. Her heart shattered as his eyes turned glassy and he keeled forward suddenly, his expressionless face smacking the stone floor, never to move again.

“No!” she howled. Forgetting her pain, she launched herself at the evil man before her. She was thrown backwards and her adrenaline surged, giving her one last store of energy as she sent spell after silent spell at him as she hit the ground. He blocked most, sending others back at her which she threw up a hasty barrier for. She lowered it, catching him off guard and finally hit him with a Stunner and used the split second she had to do something she’d never thought she could do.

“Crucio!” she screamed, using both hands, her fingers curling, pouring all the rage she had into the Unforgivable Curse. He shrieked in pain and his long body writhed on the ground beneath her fury. Sweat pooled on her forehead from the strength of the spell and she felt her energy waning quickly.

A boom of wind knocked her off her feet and into the window behind it. She broke through the glass and hit the grass outside, shards ripping into her back. Before she could catch her breath she was being yanked back into the cottage to hover before him as before. His face contorted with fury such as she had never seen. With a flick of his wrist she watched as the bones in her arm snapped before her eyes. She screamed in pain and the blackness hovered at the edge of her vision as she watched, horrified, as the bones ripped through her skin. One by one each of her fingers snapped at the joints and her elbow bent the opposite direction.

She was sick. She hurled over and over as the pain consumed her. She realized she was on her knees, her left arm dangling uselessly, ravaged by fire, while her right one held her up. She vomited again, trembling in pain and terror. She caught a slight movement in her peripheral and her mind cleared enough to register that she had to do something, and fast.

Confrigo!

She looked up at Voldemort’s yell and watched as his robes were consumed in fire. Hermione stumbled to her feet and lifted her right arm but he caught her wrist, twisting it as she cried out, his robes extinguishing as he slammed her onto the ground. Then she froze. She couldn’t move.

Malice shined in his slit-like eyes as he leaned over her broken frame.

“If you do not bring me Draco Malfoy I will kill everyone you love, one by one, while you watch," he said, all but trembling in rage. "Think your parents are safe in Australia? Think again, Mudblood! I will make them suffer more than you can imagine, what you've endured will be nothing compared to how I will destroy them."

Hermione felt tears of terror welling in her eyes as she begged for this to not be happening to her. She couldn't handle any more pain, her heart and body were broken by this sick half-man before her.

"Once they are disposed of I will make you watch as I kill Potter, break him bit by bit. And then when you think you can’t take anymore, you’ll endure more pain than you could dream in your worst nightmare. I will win, Hermione. And you will help me."

Her eyes slammed closed in utter despair. This can't be happening to me...

"You will bring him to me personally so you will know until the last fleeting moment of your pitiful life that his death was your fault. You have five minutes.”

Hermione slammed onto ice-crusted grass, screaming in agony, writhing in pain as the spell was lifted. She heard the sounds of war echoing around her and someone was kneeling next to her, turning her over.

"Hermione! My gods, what-"

She opened her swollen eyes to see Dean Thomas staring down at her in horror.

"Draco," she croaked. "I have to-get-Draco..."

"Malfoy?" he asked confusedly, wand arm raised to prevent them from being hit by wayward spells. "He's not here, he's at the Manor with Snape and the rest!"

"Take me," she wheezed. "Please...hurry..."

He nodded, gazing at her in pity. "Hang on Hermione, this will hurt."

She closed her eyes as Dean lifted her into his arms while she screamed. He turned on the spot and landed on the slick tiles of the entrance hall in Malfoy Manor. Dean cried for help as he ran with her to the drawing room to their right. He laid her gently on the sofa, every small rattle making her cry out.

"I'm going to find someone, hold on Hermione, just hold on!" he said, racing out the door. Almost instantly a familiar voice was calling out to her.

“Miss Granger!” Snape yelled, yanking her back from the darkness. He was kneeling over her, the same terror written on his face as had been on Dean's at her appearance.

“D-Draco…” she gasped as another wave of pain permeated throughout her being.

“Yes, in a minute, we have to get you to-”

“No! No time!" she snapped. "Minutes-Draco…I have to find Draco!”

“Alright, calm down Miss Granger. Mr. Thomas-"

"I'm on it."

"Hold on, Miss Granger." She heard him whispering spells over her, easing her discomfort minutely.

Hermione focused on not blacking out. How did he know where her parents were? And Ron... Gods, Ron…she’d killed him. Her stupid arrogance had gotten him killed…she’d never see him again…

The tears mixed with the blood on her face and made the gashes burn. She could hardly think through the pain.

“Hermione?”

Her heart nearly stopped at the familiar voice, the one which had haunted her dreams since they'd returned to the present. Now, she wished they'd never left, that they'd stayed there, where none of this horror could touch them, where they could live together forever...

“Merlin, oh, fuck…” Draco was there, kneeling before her while Snape hovered tensly, snapping at Dean to get back to the school immediately. There was a crack! and Hermione licked her lips, gathering her strength. She tried to sit up but four hands pressed her back as she cried out in pain.

“Draco, listen to me," she grated out. "I know you hate me, but he knows…he knows I love you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, he saw past my barriers…"

Snape cursed and Draco grabbed for her hand good hand, cradling it gently as she rambled on, knowing they were almost out of time.

"He’s angry, so angry…my parents, Ron, he killed him, I didn’t have a choice, he magicked me here-”

“Hermione, slow down. What’s going on? Where’s Voldemort?” Draco asked wildly.

“I don’t know, I don’t know where we were! He just sent me here-”

Draco turned to Snape. "Find him," he grated out and Snape turned on his heel, moving faster than Hermione had ever seen him.

Draco brushed her blood encrusted hair from her face gently, his eyes full of pain.

"It's alright now, you're here, I've got you, you're safe," he said, his hands trembling.

"No," she coughed, her body seizing with pain. "No, he sent me here to-to find you-to take you-"

“To find me? Why?”

The words spilled out her mouth unwillingly and her heart screamed as she heard herself say them.

“He said he had to make an example. He knows I'm in love with you, I'm so sorry, Draco! I didn't mean-"

Draco nodded, determination hardening his features. “Then you have to do something for me, Hermione.”

“Anything, Draco!”

“I'll explain in a moment, but first you have to drink this; it should help with the pain.” He pulled a vial from his robes. Oh, gods! She would do anything to lessen the agony. If she could think, fight, she might be able to get them out of there, to save him...

Draco cradled her against him, sitting her up, and lifted the potion to her mouth and kept her head tilted back when she sputtered and tried to spit it back out. This wasn’t a pain potion! He was poisoning her!

Her throat traitorously swallowed the appalling liquid before she choked. When he withdrew the bottle she looked up at him in betrayal.

“What was that?”

His grey eyes looked at her in a way she never thought he would again. “You’ll see. Everything is going to be alright now. I love you.”

Hermione's heart swelled as he dug another bottle from his robes and drank whatever was in that one as well. She tried to tell him how much she loved him, but her words were cut off as her body began to convulse.

She knew this feeling. Her skin rippled, stretched. Lifting her broken arm in front of her she watched as it mended and lengthened, the skin whitened, the wrist thickened. She looked up in horror as she watched Draco changing. A gash on his face, his left arm mangled, wild brown hair sprouted from his now feminine head. With a wave of his wrist their clothes switched and he gasped as the bones in his arm snapped.

When it was over the pain was gone and her own face stared back at her, twisted in agony as he slumped over in pain.

He had given them Polyjuice Potion, they had switched bodies. And he had no idea that he was the one Voldemort wanted dead.

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Draco had never felt so much pain in his life. How had she been suffering this? Cries ripped from his sore throat and he clutched at his -her- broken arm. He watched as his own body knelt over him, smoothing his long wavy hair. Merlin, this was odd.

“Draco..I-I-”

Suddenly a hook caught around his waist and she grabbed him and hung on. They both landed with a thud on the floor and the pain ripped through him, wrenching cries from his throat, the sound of her voice echoing around the room breaking him. His heart ached knowing the suffering she had gone through. But she was safe now, that was all that mattered. He could take this because he knew that she would survive. She was smart; she could thwart him long enough to get away...

He sure as hell hoped Potter knew what he was doing.

“Well, well, well. There are my lovebirds. Well done, Miss Granger."

Draco looked up into his own eyes, seeing the fear there but he tried to tell her with his gaze that it was alright, that this was what he wanted.

"Draco, come join me, if you please. I think we shall have some fun with the girl.”

Hermione trembled, but Draco told her wordlessly to go to him, nodding, pleading that she took the hint.

“Yes, my lord,” she mumbled in his voice. Draco watched himself walk to the Dark Lord. Bow, he told her silently. But she didn’t and he feared-

“Insolence! You are still a minion. Kneel before your master, boy!” He watched the Dark Lord lift his wand and she was forced to her knee, her back bent painfully low.

“Forgive my arrogance, my lord! I grew too excited thinking about torturing the Mudblood, I slipped. I swear to you, it won’t happen again!” she said, still feigning ignorance, though Draco know it would do no good any longer.

“No, it won’t. Now, rise and show your master just how much pain you can bring your precious Mudblood.”

Draco watched as Hermione, cloaked in his form, stood hesitently and faced him. In her now grey eyes he could see the pain, the fear. She didn’t want to do this, he knew how much it was killing her. He inclined his head ever so slightly, urging her forward. He would happily take this pain for her.

She lifted her wand and Draco watched in horror as the Dark Lord lifted his.

“Cru-”

“Avada Kedavra!”

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XOXO

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