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Living in Darkness	By : Thedarkunicorn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Denial of Fate

Warning: Mentions of rape, character death.

She stood deathly still looking into his blazing silver eyes. She felt him lean closer to her as if in slow motion. The tension intoxicated her, tying ropes around her lungs prohibiting breathing. His lips were cold, but soft. His kiss was firm, but not overbearing. She felt him release her wrist and take her waist, pulling her into his body.

Draco knew she would stop him. But he was willing to take what he could. She was incredibly soft and warm. Something Draco was unused to. He gently ravished her mouth before lining her lips with his tongue and breaking through. It wasn't long before the shock wore off and she kissed him back. The feeling was incredible and Draco couldn't get enough of it. With one hand pulling her into his body increasingly harder and the other tangled in her hair, Draco carefully pulled her head back. He pulled out of the kiss and caressed her throat with his mouth and slowly descended until he found her pulse and sucked it until its pace quickened. He slowly lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her face was wet from her previous tears. Slowly, she opened her eyes to look at him questioningly. She was so delicate; so easily could he hurt her if he wasn't careful. He could hurt her like he did so many others... Draco's mind suddenly flashed with Ginny's face and her screaming... He let go of her as quickly as if she had caught fire. He took a step back taking in her beauty. She was too innocent. Too beautiful. Too good. Too good for him. Her eyes sparkled with fresh tears as he looked away from her. He could only hurt her. So he left. Draco leaned on the other side of his door breathing heavily. What has she done to me, he thought. Inside, he could hear her crying.

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She sat down on the bed and let the tears fall. It was a situation she had never expected to be in. Draco Malfoy kissing her and her actually responding. Her responding instead of being angry. It was absolutely absurd. But... but she wished he hadn't stopped. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to touch her. She had wanted more to happen and somehow she had to stop this insanity. It was as if a pending tidal wave was waiting to crash. And she was directly under it.

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Harry sat in his flat in complete darkness. No lights, no candles, just pitch-blackness. He couldn't bring himself to look at anything. Everything reminded him of her. And she was gone. Malfoy had said so. He had hadn't he? That is what he meant, wasn't it? Harry closed his eyes. A lonely tear escaped down his cheek. Harry breathed in, hoping the darkness would somehow poison him, and release him from the anguish he felt so painfully.

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Narcissa sat in cold silence as she looked at the photo in her hands. If only she could have made Lucius see reason. The Manor was empty with stale air. She used to spend her days opening the windows and closing them at night, but of late, the idea never appealed to her. The gardens she left untouched. The house elves had long been dismissed. And worst of all, her son was a Death Eater.

The photograph was of her and her son at the piano, playing. She had always known he was a natural. He was talented at everything he did. He could have been so much more. So much more than his father, but Narcissa weren't strong enough. She hadn't been strong enough for Draco. He would become just like Lucius and she could only stand by and watch. She set the picture down and rose from her chair in the parlor. So many memories this house held. And so many of them she wished she could forget. Many times she had tried to take Draco as a child and leave, get as far away as possible. And every time, Lucius had found her. It was her fault Draco's life was shattered, because she was too weak. As she opened the door to leave, she heard a creak in the floorboards. Narcissa froze. She had been alone in this house for so long, she knew when she was alone no longer. She turned to look behind her just as a firm hand grasped her mouth, silencing her scream.

"Now, now, we wouldn't want anyone to hear you, 'Cissa."

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Draco rested his head in his hand as he heard footsteps in the distance get increasingly louder. He looked up to see Lucius nearing him.

"Draco, what on Earth are you doing?" he asked, seeing him in the floor suddenly. Draco looked up glaringly.

"Nothing."

"Well, get up then and come with me. We need to discuss some things." Draco nodded as he stood and followed his father down the damp corridor.

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Draco entered his father's study. It was a dark room with stone walls. Black tapestries hung with the Malfoy crest embroidered on it. Another hung with the Dark Mark glaring at Draco, daring him to speak ill of it.

"What is this about father?" Draco asked, walking to the large windows and looking outside.

Lucius sat down in his chair by the fire.

"As of late, I have been rather... busy. I have recently had to make several decisions that have angered many. The Dark Lord agrees that they were necessary precautions to take, but it has left many upset with me. I will not pretend that it has not bothered me. I am not concerned about you or I obviously. They wouldn't be so daft. Your mother, however, I am worried about." Draco looked sharply at his father.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Draco asked quickly, "Would they hurt her?" Lucius looked to his son.

"I want you to go to Malfoy Manor and check on her. Then I want you to tell her the situation and place extra wards on the house. Do you understand, Draco?"

Draco looked at his father loathingly, "Yes, father." Draco turned his back to him and left the office, slamming the door behind him.

He almost ran back to his room to grab his cloak. He opened the door and found it lying in the floor. He must have seemed in a hurry because the girl suddenly jumped up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked in a hurry. Draco looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"I have to go somewhere," he said, clearly wanting to be left alone. She looked at him seriously.

"I'm coming with you," she announced and walked briskly towards the door. Draco just looked at her. He wanted to say no, but she stood there with her arms crossed, looking so determined that he just shrugged.

"Fine, take my arm," he said. She looked at him strangely as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver skeleton key. As she realized it was a portkey, she grasped his arm just in time to feel the familiar jerk behind her navel.

Soon, Draco felt the ground beneath him and the girl stumble forwards a bit. He instinctively reached out to steady her.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. She nodded.

"Where are we?" she asked, looking around. The air was calm and clean, but that was the only refreshing quality of what she saw before her. What once appeared to be a perfectly manicured lawn and courtyard was now a jungle of overgrown exotic plants and trees. The dark, pristine silhouette of a great mansion rested before them in the shadows. The gothic style of the house made it seem as if it were alive. The fierce dragons that rested atop the spires were so real in appearance that she flinched as she saw them, afraid that they were going to dive towards her. Now that she asked the question, she felt that she knew the answer.

"Malfoy Manor," Draco said, his words dripping with distaste. The dark clouds seemed to stir in anger at his tone. She looked over at him. He was taking in the state of the property. He looked apprehensive, as if this were a bad dream. Something he desperately wanted to wake up from. He took his wand from his cloak and removed his mask. He quickly looked at her.

"You should stay here," he said, putting on his mask.

"No, I'm coming with you, you may need me," she said without question.

"How will you identify me from any other Death Eaters," he asked, with a note of victory in his tone. She smiled. The tone suited him, that was the Malfoy she remembered, the Malfoy that she hadn't heard in so long. Too bad she had to beat him. She took his hand in hers and grinned at him.

"How many Death Eater's have manicured fingernails. And besides, why would there be Death Eaters in your house," she asked. Malfoy looked at her nonplussed, ignoring her question and jerked his hand away.

"Fine, but remember, we wear gloves most of the time," he said, as he began walking up the overgrown path to the gate that lead to the back door. She sighed as she followed him up the steps.

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Draco looked around the kitchen and frowned. It was a mess. He slowly shifted through the shadows into the foyer. It was exactly as he remembered, only with three centimeters of dust coating everything. The dark stone walls were cold and reeked of age. The staircase was just as enchanting as it was horrifying. There were no rails, just five stories of black, looming staircases that seemingly disappeared into darkness. Stairs Draco had taken many times before.

She watched as Draco looked around. She wished she could see his face, try to read what he was thinking. This place looked like a mansion out of the Dark Ages. Everything she laid eyes on seemed to be ancient or very expensive. Large portraits hung throughout the house of previous Malfoy heirs. She followed Draco as they ascended the stairs, practically hanging on his arm as to make sure she didn't fall. He didn't seem to notice that if they slipped, it would surly mean death. As they made it to the third floor landing Draco left the winding staircase that hung magically in the air. They made their way silently down the darkened hall until Draco suddenly stopped as if he heard something. When they were still, she heard it too. It was breathing.

Draco's blood ran cold. It was as if someone was right next to them, but he couldn't see them. As if on queue, the girl was pulled from his side.

A Death Eater. He stood darkly as he held her tightly.

"We thought you might be stopping by Lucius. Didn't know you were going to bring us her though. Stick around you may even get your shot with her," he said maliciously, "Your wife seemed to rather enjoy herself." Draco's heart beat furiously as the words sunk in. His pulse increased as he tightened his grip on his wand. His brow now lined with sweat inside his mask. He looked at the Death Eater's gloved hands holding the girl tightly in his grasp.

"Where is she?" he asked, his voice becoming unsteady. The Death Eater just looked at him as he slowly walked backward, dragging the girl with him.

"Your best bet is to leave, Malfoy, and never come back," the Death Eater said. Draco snapped.

"You have two seconds to tell me where Narcissa is and let her go," Draco spat venomously. The Death Eater let out an unfinished hollow laugh as Draco's eyes flashed like lighting and a jet of red magic left his wand without a single utterance.

She felt the grip of the Death Eater loosen as he fell to the ground behind her. She instantly turned around to look at him. He was dead. She turned back to see Malfoy already moving down the hallway back to the staircase. She quickly followed him.

Draco's face burned with anger at his father for allowing this to happen. And then sending him into the middle of it. He quickly got to the fifth floor and made his way to his mother's room. As he neared, he heard it. Her screams. Her bone chilling screams. He felt himself run to the door and turn the knob. Within the room were four Death Eater's, two of which who were holding his mother down to the floor while brutally cutting her with a knife as he raped her. The fourth was dead before he turned around. Draco's mind was burning in fury and felt as if it were going to crack from the pain. Draco swiftly pulled a dagger from his belt a thrust it into the back of the Death Eater who was torturing his mother. The remaining two only had enough time to draw their wands as Draco hit them both with the Blood Curse at the same time. Draco immediately picked up his mother's body and gently set her on the bed, tears falling down his cheeks.

After the girl finally managed to make it up the stairs she found the room Draco had entered. The sight before her was stunning. Four Death Eaters lay dead in the floor in pools of blood and Draco sitting on the bed cradling his mother's dead body. He was motionless and silent as the tears streaked his face. He looked up at her, as if he wanted to be angry with her. But she wasn't whom he wanted to be angry at.

Draco rested his mother's head against the pillow as he stood. Rain soon began to streak the windows as he walked towards it. The girl watched in horror as Draco shattered the glass with a single punch and tore his mask off of his face with his bloodied hand and threw it into the storm.

"I have done everything asked of me. I have obeyed every sick and twisted command given to me and yet, it has got me nowhere... A life chosen for me and a death chosen for me. Neither have I accepted and neither will I abide by any longer," Draco turned around with his eyes gleaming darkly, "Come here."

She stood next to Draco as he yelled, "Accio Lightingbolt." His black racing broom flew into his hand instantly as he mounted it. He looked at her expectantly but she hesitated.

"I don't like flying," she said, quietly. Draco looked at her and lifted one eyebrow at her before grabbing her and pulling her onto the broom in front of him and holding her steady before he shot into the now raging storm. Once Draco was high and a good distance from the house he stopped. As he looked back, he felt a certain relief. Relief that he would never have to return after this. But the sadness overtook him.

He shouted a curse the girl did not recognize and Malfoy Manor ignited in flames. The house was in furious flames, burning as if hundreds of gallons of water weren't being poured on it every second from the strom. Draco let out his breath as he turned his back to the sight.

"So how much longer are we going to be flying?" she asked, as Draco took them above the storm.

"Until we get to Venice," he said. She looked at him and her face fell as she realized he was serious. She shifted her legs to one side and scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Tell me when we arrive and I'll let go," she said, burying her face in his chest. Draco looked down at her body firmly attached to him and smiled briefly despite his current state of mind.

"Why are we going to Venice anyway and why can't we apparate," she asked. Draco shifted his weight, causing the broom to jerk, scaring her.

"Because it's close to Ljubljana and we can't be followed this way."

"What's in Ljubljana?" she asked. Draco's face stiffened.

"The people who murdered my mother."

I hope you like it!! Thank you ichi.ruki for showing me how to italicize and all that! It really helped a lot. I'm used to fanfiction.net! But I appreiciate the help a lot! Thanks! And thanks to angelnomiko for the review! It makes my day!!

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