You Change My Mind | By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warning: This is a pretty dark chapter. See
that warning for torture? Yeah. Can't stomach it? Not my problem. You are
warned.
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He was back only
hours later.
Hermione shot
off the bed where she had been lying, staring blankly at the page of one of her
books. “What are you doing here?” she asked warily, trying to hide her surprise
and mounting fear at his quick reappearance.
Draco sneered at
her. “I believe I may have treated you too well. You seem to think I need to
answer to you,” he said, throwing her a cloak. “Put this on. And keep your head
down.”
She looked at
him incomprehensively. “Where are we going?”
“For a walk. And don’t get any ideas,
you wouldn’t get very far.”
Hesitantly she
put the cloak on and he pulled her hood up, hiding her face and her telltale
hair, before pulling out his wand and muttering, making her vision go dark.
“Hey!”
“Sorry,
princess. I’m not that stupid.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him.
She didn’t know
where they were going or why, but she really had no choice but to follow him.
She had to almost run to keep up with his stride. What was he planning to do?
She wasn’t getting a good feeling about this.
Suddenly he
stopped. “We’re here,” he muttered. “If you’re smart you won’t attract any
attention.” He pulled out his wand again and returned her vision.
Hermione
blinked. They were standing in the shadows in the hallway right outside the big
empty room where Voldemort had been holding court.
Only, right now it was not so empty. A long table had been placed in front of Voldemort, where some of his Death Eaters were having a
feast. Most of them looked young, so they must have been recruited recently.
His numbers seemed to be growing every day.
Hermione looked
questioningly up at Draco, but he just stared straight ahead as if waiting for
something, so she turned back. For several minutes nothing happened. The girls
serving the Death Eaters were looking downtrodden, but nobody paid them any
mind. Hermione was rapidly becoming bored. She glanced at Draco again, but he
was still watching impassively. She frowned and turned back. They were just
eating. They weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. She didn’t understand.
Then, as if on
someone’s silent command, a struggling woman was brought in and deposited in
the middle of the room. The talking died down as everyone was expectantly
looking at her. She was quite obviously pregnant. She was also quite obviously
scared out of her wits.
Hermione
instinctively knew that she wasn’t going to like this. “I want to go,” she
whispered, instinctively moving closer to Draco, forgetting that he’d been
violent to her only hours ago.
“You’ll stay,”
he coldly replied. “And you’ll watch.”
For the first
time, since she got there, Voldemort spoke up.
“Jensen,” he said, getting the attention of a rather nervous-looking young
Death Eater. “I’ve heard about your recent exploits. Why don’t you show this
Mudblood what we think of her kind breeding with each other?”
“Me?” the young
man asked in a voice that fairly squeaked. There were a few sniggers and smirks
from his fellow Death Eaters. Hermione even felt a faint movement from Draco
beside her in reaction. She didn’t dare look at his face, though, because she
didn’t know how she would handle it if he was amused.
Voldemort merely gestured towards the
woman.
The young man
got up on legs that were looking a bit unsteady and slowly made his way around
the table towards the woman, who was quietly sobbing.
“Why him?” Hermione whispered.
“Because he has
displeased our Lord by showing too much kindness towards Mudbloods,” Draco
calmly answered, shooting her a warning glance. “He will now do the deed or
suffer the consequences. Others at that table, however, would view it as a
reward.”
“D-deed?” Hermione asked, too
horrified to take her eyes away from what was happening in front of her.
Draco didn’t
answer. He didn’t have to. In front of them, the young man was almost green in
the face, but he raised his wand at the woman and she
let out a bloodcurdling scream as the Cruciatus Curse
took effect. Hermione lunged forward and was about to call out, when strong
arms grabbed her, a hand covering her mouth.
“Quiet,” Draco
hissed. “You don’t want them to notice you; they will kill you on sight.”
The woman fell
down on her knees, her arms hugging her stomach as if to protect the life
inside of her. Her screaming went on and on and Hermione couldn’t take it. She struggled
against the arms holding her, but it was no good; he wasn’t letting her go.
Then the
bleeding began. At first it was just a small red stain between the woman’s
legs, but soon it was drenching the woman’s clothes. Some of the Death Eaters
looked downright gleeful, and were whispering excitedly, others stared in
fascination. Only one or two looked sickened. Voldemort
himself was smiling. The woman was now sobbing pitifully and moaning with the
pain between screams. Hermione realized that she was crying herself as her
vision became blurry. She squirmed in Draco’s arms, managing to turn her back
on what was happening, not wanting to know what would happen next and feeling
truly helpless for the first time in a very long while.
“Please,” she
sobbed. “I don’t want to see any more. Why are you doing this to me? And why
aren’t you doing something to help that poor woman?”
He steered her
away, deeper into the shadows and looked at her with something that looked a
bit like pity. “She was dead the minute she got caught,” he said. “There’s
nothing I, or anybody, can do when his mind is made up about something like
this.”
“And God forbid
that you should actually TRY,”
Hermione bitterly said, pushing away his hand which was still on her arm. She
had nothing but loathing left for him and everything he stood for.
“And what would
I do, hm? Barge in there like a madman and get myself
killed without making a damn difference? Is that what your precious Potter
would do?”
“You have no heart!”
she exclaimed loud enough for him to shoot a worried glance towards the room
and steer her further away.
“That’s beside
the point,” he said when he was finally satisfied with them being out of
earshot. Hermione really could care less. If they killed her, at least it would
be over.
“What WAS your
point? To torment me? To make me
hate you? Because, in that case, it was a complete
success!”
His eyes
glittered angrily. “My point was to show you just what it is you’ve been
missing out on. Are you sorry? Would you have preferred to spread your legs for
one of those sadists?”
“You’re no
better, you never were!” she accused.
He looked very
much as if he wanted to strike her again, but he didn’t. Instead, he darkened
her vision and hauled off with her. “Believe that if you want,” he mumbled.
“But believe me; you don’t want to find out for sure.”
“How are you any better?” she spat when
they were back in the confines of her room and he’d allowed her vision to
return.
“I never used an
Unforgivable on you… yet!” His eyes were warning her not to overstep. She
didn’t care.
“So what if you
didn’t? You hit me!”
“Once, and I had damn good reason. Some
might argue I had plenty of reason to beat you senseless!”
“What? I
displeased you? Is that damn good reason in the world of the sick and twisted?”
“I gave you but
a smidgen of trust and you abused it! You were going to murder me in my sleep
and hightail it out of here!”
“I told you, I was not going to kill you!”
“Even if you
weren’t, do you really think I would really have survived letting you escape?
The Dark Lord wanted you for a reason and Merlin help
anyone who’d get in the way of that.”
Hermione
faltered. She hadn’t thought of that. She had just thought about getting out of
there. “Y-you wouldn’t be running those risks if you were on the right side in
this,” she said.
He glared at
her. “I am on the right side in this.
The winning side. I’m not about to become a turncoat
and go down for some stupid cause I don’t believe in, so forget
about trying to manipulate me again, Mudblood.”
She didn’t know
what to reply to that and with a sneer he turned and stalked out the door.
**********
You
thought I’d torture her, then? Physically? Oh, but
this was so much better… Or worse… *evil laughter*
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