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The Devil's Obsession	By : Refictionista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money off this fic because everything in the Wizarding world of Harry Potter belongs to Rowling, or maybe Warner Bros. I'm honestly not sure who exactly.

Chapter List
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Epilogue
Twelve Years Later
Draco held a scented handkerchief to his nose and mouth as he walked through the dark stone corridors, accompanied by two prison guard wizards. He was disgusted by the smells coming from the inmates’ cells. He shuddered,wondering what kind of vermin lived here as well.
The Dark Lord had reinstated the Dementors as guards in Azkaban, and once again the prisoners behaved like filthy, mad animals. At least they did where Draco was heading. Screams and moans drifted from further down the corridor, deep down in the maximum security wing... where the most notorious of all criminals were housed.
“Stand ready,” Draco ordered the guards as they stopped in front of at a thick iron door. Draco sneered, observing the small grate at eye level, and the slot at the bottom that was just high enough for a small tray of food. It was better than the prisoners deserved, in his opinion. “I want your wand aimed at him at all times,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
The guard stepped to the side and wiped some sweat from his brow. He muttered an incantation. The stone wall and metal door shimmered, and were replaced by dark iron bars.
“Hello, Weasel.”
There, still alive, was Ron Weasley. He had survived the Killing Curse, the second wizard in history to ever do so.
“I’m stopping by to give my regards,” said Draco. “Hermione would have too, of course, if she knew you were alive. I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I married your little witch, haven’t I?”
Ron just blinked at him.
“Well, I have. She’s a perfect wife, I might add. Completely obedient. Tomorrow, our son leaves for Hogwarts. We’re both very proud of young Scorpius. Who knows which one of us he gets his brains from. After all, we’re both brilliant. Fortunately, he takes after my looks, thank Merlin. There was a time when I was quite worried our children would inherit their mother’s hair. I’ve paid for the best stylists to get it under control for her, but these flaws are genetic.”
“Children?” asked Ron weakly.
“Why, yes. Hmmm, I guess I haven’t been here since Scorpius’ younger sisters were born. Twins, you know. Vega and Cassiopeia. Can you believe Hermione wanted to name them Rose and Lily? The impudence of that woman sometimes. They’re five now. Oh, and we’re expecting our fourth. Another boy, though this will be our last. Any further breeding and she might lose her figure. Don’t want her looking like your mother, do I?”
The manacles on Ron’s hands clinked as he gave Draco a two finger salute.
“Now, now, Weasel. That’s not very polite.”
“Malfoy, why are you here?”
“No longer calling me a ferret? I thought otherwise for a second, but maybe you’re losing your fighting spirit. My, my. How this place must be getting you down. And to answer your question, Weasel, there are several reasons. Maybe I just want to remind myself of how you lost everything. After all, it gives me a boost when I’m feeling down. Like I mentioned earlier, our son is leaving the nest. I know a good father shouldn’t get emotional about it, but I do. Seeing you here, sickly pale and covered in your own filth, it brings a smile to my face. Hermione is his mother, so as a woman she can and will cry all she wants tomorrow; however, I don’t want to embarrass my boy at platform nine and three quarters like some bloody fool.”
Draco took a step closer to the bars.
“Maybe I just want to remind you of how I get to fuck that sweet cunt every chance I get. Poor sad Weasel, you’ll never get to taste her honeyed cream. That’s a shame, but she wouldn’t be interested in you now. Just look at the state you’re in. She craves my cock like an addict, I made sure of that from the beginning. It’s amazing what you can do with a potion, a little black magic, and a grand-sized dose of Stockholm Syndrome. These days, she’s only too happy for me to give her a fix.”
Ron charged at the bars, but the guard petrified his legs.
“I will kill you when I finally get out of here,” Ron growled, trying to free his legs.
“Ah, excellent,” said Draco, calmly reaching down into his pocket. “You’ve brought us to the true reason for my visit. The Dark Lord no longer finds it necessary for your continued existence. Since you were the second person to ever survive a Killing Curse, we were all quite interested in you for a while. However,” he said with a slight shrug, “you’ve become boring to him since then. He’d almost forgotten about you, but luckily I reminded him.”
He smirked, then straightened his posture even further while holding something just beyond sight behind the edge of his robes.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley, you were brought to Azkaban after being found guilty of crimes so heinous that you have now been resentenced to death. Your actions as part of the terrorist organization known as the Order of the Phoenix harmed law-abiding, peaceful wizards and witches and were worthy of execution. With much deliberation--and some of my hard-earned Galleons, I might add--the Dark Lord has concluded that you are to be denied the right to live any further. Therefore, for these crimes you have been sentenced to death by execution, in accordance with Ministry of Magic law. Have you any last words before sentence of death is carried out?”
“You can-”
Ron was cut off by the loud bang of a gunshot. Draco blew on the smoking barrel of the pistol and then calmly placed it back in his holster pocket. He turned to nod at the guard.
“You killed him before he had a chance to say his piece.” The guard’s tone wasn’t accusatory.
“I honestly wasn’t interested in anything he had to say. Do what needs to be done. You can clean up the mess after I leave.”
The guard blinked.
“Well? Get on with it.”
The smaller man jumped. “Incendio!” said the guard quickly, pointing his wand at Ron’s corpse behind the cell’s bars. A dancing orange light jumped from the wand as the body burst into flames. After the fire died down, there was a smouldering pile of ash and bone where Hermione’s former love had been.
“By the way, sir, if I may ask, a Muggle weapon?” the guard questioned cautiously as he escorted Draco to the entrance of the prison.
“I didn’t want to take the chance of him escaping another Killing Curse,” replied Draco.
“Ah. Makes sense. Have a good day, then, Mr. Malfoy. Good luck to your son at Hogwarts.”
“Thank you, but a Malfoy needs no luck. We always get what we want.
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