Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

What You Want	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
The room Blaise brought her to was dark like the bedroom, but it was oddly comforting to her, she figured if she couldn’t see all the blood then it wouldn’t be so bad. Blaise decided that he would use non magical means to hurt her this time, last time he used his wand. He had all sorts of knives and other brute objects to use on her, but before any of that he cursed the rope onto a large hanging hook from the ceiling so she was dangling from her wrists, which was painful on its own.

Hermione could feel the rope digging into her skin and could already feel the bruises beginning to form on top of the ones from last time. Her toes barely touched the floor which she was thankful for, and she couldn’t feel as much of the blood on the ground that way.

Blaise started to cut up her clothes with one of the knives but didn’t pull them off, Hermione could feel little cuts forming everywhere the knife had been. She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as they would go and waited for the worst but it never came.

She opened her eyes and everything had gone pitch black. The entire room was darkness. She opened her eyes wide trying to see something, anything.

She suddenly felt a painful blow to her face and screamed at the contact.

“I thought it would be more fun if you couldn’t see where the blow was coming from. Also I don’t really know where I’m going to hurt you so it makes it a nice little surprise for me too.”

Hermione winced at the sound of his voice, her head felt like it was exploding from when he captured her and now from being punched brutally in the face.

She hung for a few minutes in complete quiet until she felt the next blow; a knife to the muscle in her thigh. She couldn’t keep the cry from escaping her chapped lips, but she kept her tears tight in her eyes.

As he pulled the knife from her leg she let out another howl of pain. Immediately, she could feel the drops of blood running down her leg and tried not to worry about how fast it was coming out of her.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

After hours, she guessed, she was covered in fresh bruises and coated in her own blood. When he finally let her down from the hook she let out a gasp of pain from having her arms tied above her for so long. She could hardly walk but did her best as Blaise pulled her along the hallway, the hall lights were off too and it was just as dark as the only two rooms she had been in.

Blaise pushed her onto the bed as soon as he could and threw a curse on the door. He didn’t bother cursing the rope and slammed the door on his way out.

Hermione, still in darkness, sat up on the bed and quickly untied her wrists. As soon as the rope was off she started rubbing the pain away. Every bump, bruise and cut could be felt on her skin. She was sickened at what she felt and surprised her heart was still beating.

Hermione slowly stood on her feet and weakly made her way to the door. Just as she made it about a foot away she was flung back and slammed into the opposite wall by the bed. She fell down and landed on her back unconscious.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Ginny couldn’t have felt more guilty. She was meant to be helping look for Hermione, but she was just getting wrapped up in her brother. Hermione was her best friend and Ginny wasn’t doing anything to help find her, nothing at all. She was busy sleeping in her brother's bed every night, listening to his breathing as he watched her pretend to sleep, and she felt even more guilty knowing it was her brother of all people.

She sat curled up on the sofa, she really needed Hermione, to tell her everything was going to be alright, to tell her everything would be ok. But Hermione was missing, and she felt that there was nothing she could do, she was going to interview Parkinson, but that was all she was doing. It wasn’t enough. She let her tears run down her face, Ginny hated to cry but sometimes it was necessary, or she just couldn’t hold it in any longer. This was one of those times.

She didn’t know how long she’d been sat there until he came through the door. He stopped dead in his tracks, frozen like an ice sculpture, his face turning from a look of tiredness to a terrified and distraught look, within three seconds.

“Ginny?” he dropped his bags to the floor and sat next to her, taking her in his arms immediately. “What’s wrong?” he held her head to his chest firmly and stroked her hair, she let out a loud sob and thrust her arms around his stomach, she held on so tightly she was sure he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Every second that passed made her pull him tighter to her, she breathed him in and felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders, he was with her now and nothing else mattered.

“I should be helping look for Hermione!” she pulled away and punched him on the arm as hard as she could, once the first blow hit she did it again, and again. Ron sat and took the blows, knowing if it was helping her then he’d have to take it, and he knew it was probably his fault she was upset anyway. Once she was too tiered to go on she slumped against him and nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing up and down it softly, letting all the love pour out of her and into him.

“I’m sorry,” he pushed her away gently and looked deep into her eyes, she could see her own feelings reflected in his blue eyes and decided there and then that she wanted him. Wanted him more than anything in the entire world.

“Ron, I need you, I need her,” she kissed his neck again, but more roughly this time, letting him know what she wanted.

“We‘ll find her, don’t worry,” he kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him.

“I really need you. Now,” Ginny pulled him onto the floor and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asked worriedly, she pulled her green jumper over her head to expose her bra and breasts.

“Yes, Ron, I am sure. Please, I love you,” she had a look of desperation in her eyes and he wondered if it was him she needed, or the sex.

“Ok…” he pushed her carefully onto her back, as if she were some expensive artifact, she felt her head touch the floor and she looked into his eyes which were inches from her own. He ran his fingers over her cheek and into her hair, bringing her head slowly up to meet his, he kissed her with such love she couldn’t digest it. She couldn’t explain how it felt, she felt like she was no longer on the planet, like she was floating in space with a pulse running through her whole body. “Ginny…” he smiled slightly and shifted his weight, careful not to squash her. He kissed her neck in several spots before backing away and capturing her eyes with his, the most intense and loving look his eyes had ever bared.

“Ron?” she grinned at him, and pecked his cheek quickly, a small giggle escaping her lips.

“Ginny, I love you,” Ron tucked some hair behind her ear and surveyed all the freckles on her forehead, she giggled again.

“I know you do, you have to,” she went to hit him playfully on the shoulder but he stopped her by taking her hand in his and kissing it delicately.

“No, I mean it. Even if you weren’t my sister,” he held on to her hand tightly, never taking his eyes off hers. She was in shock, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.

“I love you too, Ron. Even if you weren’t my brother,” it could have been the weirdest thing she ever said, but at that moment she didn’t care.

“Ready?” he kept his hold on her hand and she nodded, squeezing it with her new found fear. Ginny nodded and closed her eyes, she felt him take his trousers off and her pants. Then it happened. The youngest Weasley’s mind evaporated into thin air, apart from the last little fragment which was still transfixed on her brothers hand…never letting go.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Draco was sitting on a chair in his flat, all the lights were turned off and the blinds were closed on every window. If there was any light in the flat, he got rid of it. When Potter told him who the witness was he immediately knew who was most likely to have Hermione. That person was Blaise Zabini. He had heard about the things Blaise was doing to women and knew that right about now Hermione was probably spending all her time in darkness, so he was going to spend his in the dark too, until she was rescued.

He of course told Harry all that he knew, but without some kind of evidence they couldn’t just bust into someone’s house. When he heard this, Draco got pissed off and in the end was escorted out of the Ministry.

Turns out that when you raise your voice at an Auror and start yelling profanities at them, things don’t go very well for you.

So now here he was, sitting in the dark trying to come up with a way to help Hermione. He knew that if someone didn’t get to her within a couple of days he would never see her alive again.

He tried thinking up plans to rescue her but he knew that none of them would work, he would have to go in alone if he wanted to save her, and he didn’t know what kind of chance he would have. The others wouldn’t be able to help; they were too big in the public eye and just about always had someone trying to get a good story out of them.

He also knew the only plan was no plan at all; he just needed to bust in and do what he could. He just needed some time to prepare, in case things don’t go as wall as he hopes. He decided to begin with studying up on Blaise and how he does things.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Ginny strode down the corridor beside her brother and arrived outside interview room 1 in the Ministry, Harry stepped out of the door and greeted them with a weary smile.

“She’s ready when you are,” he gestured for them to enter the room and they both nodded their thanks before passing him and entering the room. It had four white walls and one steel table in the middle of the room, three chairs were arranged around the table, one already occupied with the other two sat opposite it waiting. Ron lead the way and took his chair, Ginny followed suit and sat next to him, her eyes surveying Pansy Parkinson who sat across from them. Pansy was wearing a white collared shirt and a black pencil skirt, her lips wore bright red lipstick and her eyelashes were caked in mascara.

“Parkinson, I’ll guess you know why you’re here,” Ron studied her closely and she nodded in reply. “So tell me what exactly you saw on the 27th of May at ten to eight,” there was silence for a minute as Pansy surveyed them both in depth.

“Can I ask you two a question first?” she finally spoke, leaning forward and placing her chin elegantly on the palm of her hand.

“If you must,” Ron glanced at his sister cautiously before awaiting Pansy’s question.

“How long have you two been fucking?” it took Ron by such surprise he nearly fell off his chair, and Ginny could feel her throat beginning to close.

“Ex-excuse me?” Ron managed to get out, his eyes wide and his mouth open even wider.

“Don’t try to lie, I can tell,” she examined her red nails closely while leaning back on her chair with a bored but entertained expression on her face.

“We don’t know what you’re talking about, now we’re here to ask you questions, not the other way round!” Ginny snapped angrily, banging her hand sharply on the table and making it emit a loud bang. Anger boiled up inside her, how dare the woman in front of her say such a thing, Ginny was ready to explode.

“Calm down,” Ron muttered in her direction. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, which relaxed her a little so she continued.

“Right. Parkinson, where exactly were you when you saw Hermione being abducted?” Ginny crossed her arms firmly and glared at Pansy sternly.

“I was walking along the path across the road from her,”

“And what did you see?” Ron asked, surveying Pansy closely for any tell tale signs.

“She stepped out of her door, locked it, then began to walk down the street. She got a few feet when some man covered her mouth and knocked her out,” Pansy sounded bored and wasn’t being very helpful at all, they needed details, tiny details.

“What did this man look like?” Ginny bit her lip to keep herself from screaming.

“I couldn’t see him very well, he had a hood up. He was about 6 foot and was wearing jeans and a rain coat,” she examined her nail bed again, still showing no interest in anything she was saying.

“Which way did he take her?”

“Right, the opposite way that I was going,” she said with a matter of fact tone Ginny was beginning to find unbelievably irritating.

“Did you not think to help her? Or get someone else who could help?” Ginny couldn’t believe she had to ask it, but Parkinson wouldn’t have been thinking of anyone but herself.

“No, I didn’t realise what I’d seen until it was too late,” she seemed to think her answers were the most obvious thing in the world and the Weasley siblings were idiots to be asking them.

“Ok, well is that everything you remember?” Ron leant forward and rested his elbows on the table, a few seconds later Pansy did the same.

“Yes,” she rolled her eyes before glancing between the two again. “You two are so obvious, it’s written all over your faces,” she smirked the Slytherin trademark, showing her blatant enjoyment.

“We really don’t know what you’re talking about. You can go,” Ginny pushed her chair back and stood up, trying her hardest to take everything written on her face off. Pansy followed suit and as Ginny opened the door stepped out of it, just before disappearing she turned.

“Let’s hope no one finds out, it’s against the law isn’t it? Incest…” with that she was gone. Ginny closed the door and leant her back against it, her head fell back slightly and she closed her eyes, letting out a relieved sigh. Ron was sat completely still at the table, no muscles moving an inch and almost no breath passing his lips.

“Ginny,” he finally broke the silence like a knife to bread, roughly and toughly.

“Yeah?” she opened her eyes and tilted her head forward to look at him.

“We’re fucked.”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Hermione finally awoke to the sound of metal rubbing against each other. She opened her eyes and wasn’t surprised by the fact that she was still in darkness. The only bit of light was an orange glow from behind her and she knew by the sounds that it was a fire.

“Tonight, my Hermione, we will be experiencing the touch of fire.” He chuckled.

Hermione cringed and closed her eyes again. “How do you expect me to survive all of this? I’m going to die before you can even finish with me.”

Hermione almost regretted what she said when she felt a wand against her back but she was relieved to have the feeling of healing cover her body.

“You’re right of course. I can’t expect one person to live through all of this destruction. So now you have a spell on you to make you survive… well as long as I want you to anyway.”

Hermione could almost feel the grin in the air as he said this to her. What he didn’t know, is that she was grinning to. She had what she wanted, he postponed her death and that’s all she needed while she waited to see Draco again.

She didn’t know how she knew but she had a feeling that she would see Draco again before she died and that’s all she asked for.

Her grin quickly went away with a scream from a hot poker being pressed against her back. She could smell her flesh being burned and knew this would be the worst of all her days in darkness.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

What You Want