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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter Six – Open Visitation

Draco lay on his feather mattress curled in a fetal position waiting for the return of his captor. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been visited by anyone other than the kind doe eyed house elf. The memories of the last time where he liked what was done to him, continued to repeat in his mind. Questions arose from the information the Death Eater had provided. Had his father actually punished him in a similar way? He searched his memories, but he couldn’t think of anything before his current existence. The memories of Hogwarts and his time of innocence had faded to the background. The memories of his last visit were too strong to let any of the lighter memories from his life before to resurface. He was less than a person. He was a play thing; he only existed to bring pleasure to his captor. This was why he hated being awake. He only hoped the little creature would show up and give him the potion he desired. He’d rather be asleep than awake and remember.

He shuttered as the familiar pop of apparition filled the air. He kept his eyes shut tight as he breathed from his nose. The smell that invaded his senses told him it wasn’t the house elf but the other. He smelt a combination of filth and firewhiskey. His stomach dropped and tears formed in his eyes as he prepared for the sharp pain of the Cruciatus Cruse to push hot fire through his veins. He remained curled up with his teeth clenched. Confusion spread throughout his being when the pain didn’t come. He slowly opened his eyes in an attempt to see what he was facing. The pudgy man stood before him in his black robes, his dark eyes full of disdain and hatred. He looked down and noticed a limp body in the man’s arms. A lump formed in his throat as he noticed dark curly hair. He couldn’t have captured her, could he? His heart rate sped up, his breathing quickened, and tears formed in his eyes. Was that limp body Hermione’s? Had a similar fate fallen upon the Gryffindor Angel?

The silence was broken by the man’s cold laugh, “I can see the fear in your eyes. I think it’s time you were taught a lesson with the filth in my hands. Did you think we didn’t know about your demented attraction for the Mudblood? We use Mudbloods and Muggle Filth for our pleasure Draco. It’s time you learn yours and their place.” He tossed the stupefied woman onto Draco’s bed. He grabbed the young man’s shoulder in one hand and ripped the blanket off of his naked form with the other.

Draco didn’t speak but only stared down at the sleeping woman. She had similar features to Granger but he could tell it wasn’t her. She had a similar bone structure, curly hair, and sun kissed skin but she lacked her crackling magical aura. He felt a little relief knowing the woman was a muggle and not the girl he’d had a crush on since the Yule Ball their fourth year.

His capture squeezed his shoulder and pointed his wand at the sleeping woman. He quickly vanished her clothes before muttering, “Rennervate.” The woman’s eyes popped open to exposed fear filled glacier eyes where Hermione’s milk chocolate ones would’ve been. Draco stared into the eyes of the woman wondering what fate would befall her. His thoughts were interrupted by the husky voice of the monster behind him, “We’re going to have some fun. You’re going to relieve your desire in her while I take you the way you like it. She’s nothing but a muggle bint and it’s your job to teach her where she belongs.”

Draco’s stomach knotted as the words sunk in. He was expected to defile the woman before him that reminded him so much of her. The kind hearted witch, who along with Ron and Harry saved him and Goyle from the room engulfed in Fiendfyre. The monster who haunted his reality was now forcing him to become the monster in this woman’s eyes. He couldn’t say anything or do anything to stop the man behind him. He was pushed onto the nude form before him. Crabbe grabbed him and forced him into the unprepared woman. She screamed in pain, “Adios mio, por favor ayúdeme.” Tears spilled from her eyes as he was forced to invade her.

Crabbe quickly prepared himself and grabbed Draco by his hips. Draco shuttered at the familiar pain as his rapist filled him and controlled the rate he raped the Spanish beauty, who reminded him so much of Granger. Draco zoned out the screams as he was forced into the mechanical rhythm, but he kept his tear filled gray eyes locked with the woman’s. He didn’t enjoy any of it as he retreated within and blocked out the pain and pleasure. Soon it ended and Crabbed ended it the usual way but continued to move his hips. His voice demanded, “You will fill the muggle slag full of your seed. If you don’t concentrate and to it within the next five minutes I will hex you within an inch of your life.”

Draco filled with defiance and his cracked voice whispered, “No.”

Crabbe grabbed him by his hips and kept the pace going. He dug his unkempt fingernails into Draco’s hips and hissed, “I’m going to let go and you’re going to enjoy this or I will make you do it. She’s nothing but filth. You might as well enjoy her before I finish her off.”

Draco leaned in and whispered one of the few things he knew in Spanish, “Lo siento.” He apologized for what he had to do to the woman. His tears leaked from his eyes as he gave in and allowed himself to feel the pleasure he was blocking before. He quickened the pace and closed his eyes as spots filled his vision. He stiffened as pleasure rolled off of him, quickly followed by guilt. He collapsed onto the woman and subconsciously protected her with his body.

“Well, I guess I could let you keep her as a play thing for a bit, but I’ll take care of her the next time I return, so you might not want to get attached.” A loud crack filled the room and Draco rolled off the woman. He pulled out and noticed the blood staining the white blanket. It was a mixture of his blood and hers. He rolled away from her and could no longer contain the bile that arose in his throat. He vomited and curled into a ball away from the violated woman. He continued to repeat his apology in Spanish hoping the woman would realize he didn’t want to do that to her. He closed his eyes tight and felt worse than he had ever felt before. He was nothing more than a monster. He was everything Crabbe said he was, and now he was no better than the man who brought him to this cell.

Draco shot up in bed sobbing. He had been at the hospital for a month and they decided it was best to just give him a sleeping draught. Apparently they wanted to test his state of mind. He bolted from the bed and ran to the loo. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. He knew he was going to be sick. He knew that Spanish beauty was dead. He wasn’t meant to have comfort for long. He retched into the toilet before collapsing to the cold tile floor. He hugged his knees to his chest as he shook with sobs. The memory circling in his mind and that was where Hermione found him, when she awoke before heading to her usual morning appointment.

Her sweet voice interrupted as he felt her warm hand on his shoulder, “Draco, what happened?”

He sputtered, “I – uh I – uh rap-ed her. I remembered – I’m horrible. I’m a monster. I hurt her.”

He felt a wand on his temple and prepared for the death he deserved, but instead she commanded, “Give me the memory Draco. I must see what’s troubling you. Please let me see what you dreamt.”

He nodded his head as his body once again shook with sobs and he felt the tears escaping from his tightly closed eyes. He felt the warm of magic pulling strings from his mind as her wand gently lifted from his temple. It was soon replaced with a warm kiss that calmed his churning emotions. She whispered, “Come on. We need to get you back to bed. I will see if we can give you a small dose of the dreamless sleeping draught. I think you need a bit more rest.”

He didn’t move but kept his arms tightly wrapped around his legs. He knew he didn’t have the energy to move. He just wanted to stay there on the bathroom floor and wither away. He gasped, “Please, just let me die.”

She ran her soft fingers through his hair, which caused his scalp to ignite with warm tingling pleasure. It only made the tears tumble more because he knew he didn’t deserve loving caresses from the woman caring for him. “Draco, you need to stop blaming yourself. It was beyond your control.” When she removed her hand from his hair he trembled missing her touch. She mumbled a spell and he felt weightless. He soon recognized the soft comfort of his hospital bed. Darkness filled his mind after he drank the potion she placed to his lips. He felt so much better as the darkness crept in replacing his consciousness with a black empty nothingness.

Hermione sighed as she watched the peacefully sleeping Draco Malfoy. She awaited his mother’s arrival so she could attend her daily meeting with Healer Bagshot. She stared at the silver memory in the vile in her hand. She wondered what new form of torture she’d see in the memory. She wondered what new suggestion or observations the healer would propose. She also wondered if Healer Goyle needed to be present for the viewing of the memory. He was on the night shift and would be getting off soon. She quickly sent him her Patronus to explain what just happened to Draco and requesting he join her for her meeting.

Narcissa popped in and stared at her sleeping son, “Why was he crying?”

Hermione shook her head, “Last night Healer Goyle thought it would be a good idea to just give him a sleeping draught instead of a dreamless one. I think we’ll be going back to the dreamless ones, as it seems Draco has more memories that he cannot handle. I asked for the memory but I haven’t seen it yet, but from what he was able to communicate in his shaken state has given me an idea of what I might see.”

The regal woman’s eyes widened, “What idea is that?”

“I’m sorry Narcissa, but I cannot answer that question right now. I think it’ll be better if we discuss it after we’ve seen the memory. I need to go because Greg is meeting me up there.” She ran her fingers through Draco’s soft hair one more time. “I gave him a smaller dose of a sleeping draught, so he’ll probably be out for at least a couple more hours.”

Hermione arrived at closed dark stained wood door to the healer’s office. She found the tall slim figure of a very tired looking Gregory Goyle. She tapped him on the shoulder, but refused to answer the questions in his eyes as she opened the door to the office. Healer Bagshot waited for her at her desk with her dark hair pulled up in the usual bun. She raised an eyebrow, “I’m guessing there’s been a development if Healer Goyle is accompanying you when his shift is over.”

She cleared her throat, “Yes, we gave Draco a sleeping draught instead of a dreamless one. I found him in sobbing on the bathroom floor when I woke up this morning. I asked him for the memory and I have it here. Do you have a pensieve ready, so we may watch it? He was so shaken up that he stuttered and sobbed his way through an answer to my question.”

Healer Bagshot pointed her wand at her dark wood cabinet and the gray circular pensieve floated to the center of the room, “Pour the memory in and we shall all see what put our patient into such a state.”

Hermione poured the silver strands of memory into the disk and waited for both healers to enter before reaching her hand into the liquid. She was pulled into the familiar cell that Draco had occupied for five years. She watched as Crabbe appeared with a woman in his arms. She gasped as she recognized the woman he tossed onto Draco’s bed. It was her cousin Sofia who’d gone missing from muggle Madrid three years prior. Her lifeless body was found off the coast of France six months earlier. Of course it was merely a skeleton by that point and they had to rely on dental records and DNA to identify the remains. She watched in shock as her cousin pleaded in Spanish and Draco was forced to rape her. She watched as Draco rolled off her and apologized in Spanish. As he curled up into a ball his whispered changed, “I’m so sorry Hermione. I didn’t mean to and I shouldn’t have thought of your angelic face when I raped your look alike.”

The memory ended and they reappeared in the office. Healer Bagshot took a seat at her desk. The previously tired Goyle appeared wide awake and a little green around the edges. He took a seat in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. Hermione rubbed her face and wiped away the tears that formed in her eyes. She’d sent her parents to Australia during the war to protect them but she never considered protecting her relatives in Spain. Her father’s brother had married a Spanish woman and moved to Madrid. She cleared her throat, “That woman was my cousin Sofia Granger. She was a couple of years younger than me. She disappeared about three years ago and her remains were found about six months ago.”

Goyle’s eyes widened, “Crabbe found your cousin? Do you think he purposefully looked for a family member to torture him with? It’s apparent that he knew about Draco’s crush. I wonder if Vincent ever mentioned anything to him.”

Hermione rubbed her temples, “Well, I think it’s apparent that Crabbe deserves the Dementor’s kiss. Too bad they no longer guard Azkaban.”

Healer Bagshot tented her fingers and looked back and forth between the two. She cleared her throat, “Well, I’d say it’s apparent that many repressed memories still exist within the Malfoy Heir. I think we should continue the dreamless sleeping draughts. Also, I suggest you give him this journal. I think him writing down his thoughts might help. This journal has two copies with a Protean Charm, so whatever he writes in his will appear in my copy as well as yours Hermione. Goyle I will continue to make notes on Draco’s chart, so you will be kept informed of his mental health.” She handed two simple black journals to Hermione. One had Draco Malfoy’s name on the cover engraved in silver and the other was nondescript black leather.

When Draco woke up he found a black journal with his name on it sitting on his nightstand and Rosy was the only one in his room. He opened the book and picked up the quill. He couldn’t help but wonder what happened to Hermione and his mother, but part of him wanted to put his thoughts in order. He needed to write about what he remembered. He remembered how shocked he was when he awoke and Sofia spoke to him in English. He again apologized for what he did to her. He knew that he’d never forgive himself for what he’d done to her. He wrote down everything he could remember about her. Part of his memory was still foggy when it came to Sofia. He knew that something happened that caused her to disappear but he couldn’t remember when she left his side.

A knock on the door frame outside of the room brought him out of his deep thoughts. He looked toward the door and wondered who’d be knocking. He cleared his throat, “Come in.”

He gasped when he recognized the familiar faces of Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He couldn’t believe that he was being visited by some of his Slytherin friends from Hogwarts. Pansy ran up to the bed and embraced him, “Draco, we’ve been so worried about you. We knew something happened when you disappeared from Hogwarts. Your father went psycho and started hunting down any free Death Eater he could find in his attempt to locate you. Well, until he was captured by some Aurors for the unlawful imprisonment and illegal use of the Cruciatus Curse on Rookwood to get information. It landed him in Azkaban for five years. He lost it when he couldn’t find you in the castle. I guess Crabbe was better at hiding than anyone considered.”

Draco gasped, “I didn’t realize that’s why he was in Azkaban. Hermione only told me that he was imprisoned for overstepping his bounds after my disappearance.”

Blaise nodded, “I was his council but because of his history they couldn’t let him off. I know that many sympathized with him, but he still used an illegal unforgivable and took the law in his own hands. He should’ve turned Rookwood into the Aurors instead of holding the man in his dungeon in an attempt to extract information from him through torture.”

Blaise hadn’t changed too much since Hogwarts. His green eyes still stood out from his dark chocolate complexion. He still held the same aristocratic and arrogant demeanor associated with Slytherin and pure-blood society. Pansy looked good standing next to the man, but her appearance had greatly improved since Hogwarts. She’d lost weight and must’ve had some magical work done to give her more symmetrical features. Her silky black hair was pulled back into a delicate bun. Her enchanting blue eyes still stood out and bore into Draco with concern.

Draco soon discovered that Blaise and Pansy were married with one daughter named Poppy. He also found out that his friend Theodore Nott married the younger Greengrass sister, Astoria, and she was expecting their first child. He was excited for all of his friends but he felt empty. He wished he had a family of his own. He wished that he had a successful career, a loving wife, and most of all a child. He wished his life had taken a different turn and that he’d never set foot in that horrible cell. Also something was nagging him from the darkest recesses of his mind. He felt like he should remember something but alas it didn’t come forward. What could he possibly have forgotten? They continued to visit and chat when a pop interrupted their conversation momentarily. Draco noticed Rosy was missing from his room. He wondered where she could’ve gone for but a moment.

Hermione borrowed Healer Goyle’s office with his permission. He’d arrived back for his shift and was doing his rounds before he popped into visit with Draco and the Zabinis. She was busy reading through the journal entry that was present in the book she opened. From what Draco had written it sounded like Sofia may have stayed with him down there for a while. They’d gotten to know each other after he realized she spoke and understood English. After she was finished reading his long winded spew, she decided the best way to find answers was by speaking with Rosy. If anyone could answer her questions about her cousin’s death, it would be the little house elf.

She called the elf and soon Rosy appeared before her with a pop, “Yous called for Rosy, Mistress?”

Hermione looked over at the creature who’d kept Draco alive for so long. She pointed to the chair next to her, “Have a seat Rosy. We have some things we need to discuss.”

The elf’s big brown eyes widened further making her resemble an even more innocent being, “What do yous wish Rosy to answer?”

Hermione took a deep breath and prepared for the details of her cousin’s torture and murder. She couldn’t help but wish it ended with the killing curse and nothing more painful. She wasn’t happy that a madman like Crabbe was able to locate her muggle cousin. If only she’d thought about protecting her uncle and his family, then maybe Sofia would still be alive. Another thing she wondered was if any protection charms were used, and how long after being brought there did Sofia stay? Could a piece of her cousin and Draco Malfoy be out there for her to find? She schooled her features and prepared for the answers only this little elf, and possibly Draco one day, could answer, “Do you remember when Crabbe brought a brown haired blue eyed woman to Draco’s room at the Cabin?” The little elf nodded her head yes. Hermione sighed, “Can you tell me what happened after Crabbe left? How long did Sofia stay with Draco?”

The elf stared at her for a few moments as if thinking about her answer. She rung her hands and Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to like what she was about to hear. Would her opinion of Draco falter? Did he do anything beyond what Crabbe demanded of him? Also she couldn’t help but hear that last sentence he’d spoken while apologizing to Sofia.

A/N: I know that scene was a little vague. However, I believe I gave enough detail for you to understand what was going on. So, what do you think happened to Sofia? I wonder if anyone is going to guess where I’m going with that tiny arch. Also, we really hate Crabbe now, don’t we?
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