Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sex
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty-Five: Hermione and Draco are finally reunited and they begin to think about their future, despite a bleak present while Harry finally begins to believe Lucius.
Disclaimer: Again, not mine. And all the characters belong to JKR and her brilliant mind.
A/N: I’m excited because I have another chapter! I’m hoping that this writing spree continues but then again I’m slightly sad because I’m nearing the end of this story. But, I’m not there yet so enjoy this chapter and as always, please review! Thanks!
Mistaken, Prologue
Mistaken, Chapter One
Mistaken, Chapter Two
Mistaken, Chapter Three
Mistaken, Chapter Four
Mistaken, Chapter Five
Mistaken, Chapter Six
Mistaken, Chapter Seven
Mistaken, Chapter Eight
Mistaken, Chapter Nine
Mistaken, Chapter Ten
Mistaken, Chapter Eleven
Mistaken, Chapter Twelve
Mistaken, Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fourteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fifteen
Mistaken, Chapter Sixteen
Mistaken, Chapter Seventeen
Mistaken, Chapter Eighteen
Mistaken, Chapter Nineteen
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty One
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Two
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Three
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Four
They held one another tightly, nothing could separate them at the moment. Draco held her tightly within his arms as he kissed her forehead gently, licking his lips to try and keep the harsh touch of his lips from her skin. The last thing he ever wanted to do at the moment was hurt her.
“You think they’re looking for us?” Hermione asked quietly, almost too quietly as Draco raised a brow.
“Who?” He replied.
“Harry and Ron,” She murmured, “I know you don’t get along with them but you can’t honestly think that they’d just sit there and do nothing, right?” Hermione looked up to meet his eyes but when he moved them away from hers, she bit her lower lip. “You don’t believe that they’re doing anything, do you?”
Draco sighed and removed his arms from around her as he rested them on his knees. His body was still sore from the beating that Bellatrix had given him from earlier, when Hermione had still been unconscious.
“I really don’t know what to believe anymore, Hermione.” He responded dryly, “I know that I love you, and that I’m going to do whatever I can to protect you in this hell hole. But as for Harry and Ron, they could be looking for you but I really have no doubt in my mind that I’m the last person on their mind.” Hermione frowned.
“You can’t believe that, Draco.” Hermione tried to convince herself of the same things she was telling Draco, “They know how I feel about you and I have no doubt that if they’re looking for me, you’re in the equation too.” Draco laughed to himself a bit, causing him to cough and hold his side. His ribs were still sore and probably broken after Bellatrix had come back a second time for another ‘fun time’ as she called it.
“Hermione, I know you want to believe in your friends and all, but I think it’s come down to you and me. If we want to live and be happy together, we have to get out of here ourselves.” He continued to stare down at the stones that they sat on, trying to keep himself from admitting that he had no clue what they had to do.
“Do you really think we’ll be able to get out of here?” Hermione asked with a hopeful tone in her voice. Draco smiled slowly as he turned towards her and took a hold of her hand, pulling her gently to him. As she curled her body against his, Draco leaned down, kissing the beaten up knuckles on her hand.
“Hermione, we’ll not only get out of here, but we’ll get married.” He saw the small bit of excitement fill her eyes, “And after we’re married and we’re living in Malfoy Manor, we’ll make love in every room of that house.” A flicker of lust was added to the excitement, “And of course because we’re making love in every room of that mansion, you’ll become pregnant within weeks.”
“Weeks?” Hermione squeaked. Draco raised a brow and smiled as he looked towards her.
“Of course. You don’t honestly think that you can marry a Malfoy and make love to him in at least two dozen rooms without getting pregnant within weeks do you?” He asked her, when she seemed a little less excited, he laughed lightly, “Love, just think, children from the two of us. They’ll have bushy blonde hair and your eyes, and of course, my great personality.” Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“Why does it have to be your hair and your personality?”
“Well they can’t have everything of mine.” Draco teased as Hermione lightly smacked him on the leg, “And hey, watch it. I’m still pretty bruised up, remember?” They shared a laugh together as they closed their eyes and entwined their hands with one another’s. Their eyes slowly closed as they both began to drift off into their fantasy worlds.
It was beautiful.
~*~
“Daddy,” A young girl exclaimed as she waited anxiously in the kitchen, looking to the gardens outside. “Hurry Daddy, I’ve loads to show you.” She cried out as she ran around the table, trying to grab something from her older brother. He dodged her quickly, smirking as if he’d just scored a goal in Quidditch.
“Now what did I tell the two of you about running around my kitchen?” Their mother asked as she walked into the room, untying her apron. The two glanced up at their mother, the girl with chocolate brown eyes like her mother, and the son with cool grey eyes like his father. Both sat down immediately as they stared down to the table in front of them.
“That we have to be very careful because we could slip and fall, causing all our teeth to fall out,” The girl answered, “And then Grandfather and Grandmum would be angry because they’d have to fix our teeth.” The boy glared towards his sister and he stuck his tongue out.
“Know-it-all,” He muttered under his breath.
“Brendon Cade,” His mother reprimanded, “You apologize to your sister, and you know I don’t approve of you teasing your sister like that.” As Brendon looked down at the ground, mocking his mother’s face behind her back, his sister sat up a bit straighter, seeming proud.
“Adrienne Marie, don’t think that I don’t see you acting above your brother.” Their mother commented as she turned to her children. Just as she finished reprimanding both children the door opened and the children jumped off their chairs.
“Daddy,” Adrienne exclaimed, “I got my Hogwarts letter today,” She beamed proudly, “I’m going to be in Gryffindor, just like Mum.” Their father smiled as he leaned down and kissed his daughter’s head gently.
“You’ll have to do pretty well to overcome the great Hermione Granger’s records that she put in place there,” He stated as he kissed his son’s head, walking towards their mother. Hermione turned around and smiled as she returned her husband’s kiss with warm affection.
“She’ll never beat Mum,” Brendon proclaimed, “Besides, it’s not like Gryffindor will win the House Cup. Slytherins won it every year since I’ve been there and we’ll continue to do it.” He puffed his chest out, looking arrogant like his father had when he had begun his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“That’s my boy,” Draco smirked as he put his hands on Brendon’s shoulders, “But I wouldn’t get too arrogant, Brendon, I remember the times when your sister’s defeated you in Quidditch.” Brendon glared towards Adrienne who grinned as her father tossed her a snitch he had bought in Diagon Alley just before coming home.
Brendon saw the gift his sister had gotten and as the snitch came to life, he quickly took off after it as it zoomed outside, grabbing his broom as he ran out after it. Adrienne wasn’t too far behind as she grabbed her broom and forgot to shut the door behind her. Hermione sighed as she shut the door and walked up to Draco, wrapping her arms around him.
“You did that on purpose,” She murmured. Draco grinned as he wrapped his arms around his wife and pinned her against the counter.
“Is it so horrible that I wanted a few moments alone with my wife?” He demanded to know as he nibbled along her neck, kissing gently. Hermione gave a small sigh of contentment as she tilted her head back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, running her nails along his cloak.
“I’m not complaining, am I?” She grinned slowly as his lips captured her own and his kiss deepened and his hands tightened around her. His fingers dug into her hips, making her moan softly against his neck as their kiss broke, “And I suspect they’ll be gone for awhile,” Her hands traveled further down his body as she pressed her hips against his. “Care to make another one, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco smirked as he kissed his wife again, pulling her shirt up just enough to snake his hand under and gently squeeze her breast, “Only if this one has my hair color.”
~*~
Draco hadn’t been too sure when Hermione had drifted off to sleep but he had taken his shirt off in order to give her a pillow. Slowly, he stood up. If he was going to fight anyone and get them out of here, he had to regain his strength. As he glanced up, he noticed the door opening just enough to know that he should’ve ducked before the door opened.
He didn’t have time to recover before his body was slammed against the wall another time; he heard the crack of his ribs, knowing that one was at least broken. He managed to pull himself up towards Hermione and rest his hand against her thigh before he became unconscious.
~*~
“Did you do what I asked?” Pansy glanced up to the voice immediately as she walked into her bedroom. The room was completely dark but she knew the voice and a sadistic smile crossed over her face as she shut the door behind her.
“Of course I did, I always follow your orders.” She bowed as she walked closer to the bed that she knew he was sitting on. Not daring to look up into his eyes, she bent down and kissed the hem of his robe. Pansy knew how to behave in front of her Dark Lord. Her lip curled in resentment as she took a deep breath in and recognized the sickening scent on him.
“Ah, I sense jealousy, Pansy.” He murmured as he reached out, his pale hand cupping her cheek. She pressed her cheek into his hand and reached up, holding his hand tightly. “Are you jealous of Bellatrix?”
“You know I am,” Pansy replied, “It’s not fair that she always gets your attentions when I’m the one that’s done the most work. All she’s done is given you that traitor’s little whore. You should see them in their cell together, it’s sickening.” She heard the clicking of his tongue and she grew wet at the image of his tongue making her moan his name aloud. It was the only time she was allowed to utter his name.
“Now, now,” he said softly, “We both know that they think they’re going to survive this but in reality we know the truth. They’re going to die in here, beginning with that damn traitor.” He grabbed a handful of Pansy’s hair, causing her to whimper in slight pain. He felt himself grow harder as he gave her hair another hard pull. “You see, with every small attack we lay upon young Draco Malfoy, the more his body begins to betray him. Pretty soon, he’ll begin to cough up blood and then he’ll slip into unconsciousness.”
“And then?” Pansy whispered, her eyes shutting in pain as he gave her hair another sharp tug.
“And then, we’ll see young Hermione Granger begin to panic as she always did when facing a failing grade. She’ll try her hardest to try and come up with a solution but she won’t. And before we know it, Draco Malfoy will be dead and we’ll have the mudblood for our own uses.” His lips crushed against hers as he ripped her underwear off, glad that she remembered to only wear a skirt in his presence. He slammed into her, hearing her moan as he rolled his eyes and began to imagine Hermione Granger’s naked body as the one that he was slamming into.
~*~
“Is there any chance a man could get a glass of water?” Lucius asked, his foot tapping a bit impatiently, “I’m practically dying of a dry mouth.” He mumbled, holding his cane in his hand. When Ginny looked up at Harry, Harry raised a brow and rolled his eyes as he turned towards the sink and grabbed a glass.
“Wouldn’t be too soon,” He muttered as he watched the glass fill up. Turning around, he met Lucius’ gaze and knew that the older man felt the same resentment towards him. As their fingers touched, Harry quickly clenched his hands as he sat down across from Lucius, next to Ginny.
“Thank you,” Lucius mumbled as he took a long drink.
“No problem,” Harry growled in return, “Now are you going to tell us how to find Hermione and your son or am I going to have to feed you too?” Lucius stared blankly at Harry a moment and sighed as he put his glass down on the table beside the couch he was sitting on.
“You know a little bit of food wouldn’t be too bad. Your friend Weasley and I have been traveling all night after all to find you.” Lucius paused, “The least you could do is-”
“The least I could do is offer you some food while you sit here invading my home and neglecting to do what you promised.” The fact that Harry knew the story that Ron had told him still didn’t take away any of the hateful feelings Harry had towards Lucius Malfoy. As he looked around the room, he saw the sad look on Susan’s face as she held Ron’s hand tightly. Ron cleared his throat.
“Harry, mate, listen I know you’re a bit upset right now about the whole situation but,”
“Upset?” Harry interrupted, “You think I’m just upset? This man attacked us in the Ministry of Magic when we were fifteen. Do you not remember that?” He growled, “He also set up his own damn son to take the fall when Snape killed Dumbledore, do you really think I want to trust a man that would do that to his own son?” Harry demanded to know. No one answered him, and Lucius merely stared up at him.
The room remained silent as Harry stood up, “It’s not like I really want to believe him anyway, Ron.”
“So he told you then,” Lucius said softly as he stood up. Harry turned to look at him.
“Yeah, he told me. And what makes me really want to believe anything that he’s said?” Harry asked. Ginny reached up to take a hold of his hand but Harry shoved it away as he met Lucius’ gaze, demanding the older man to refute any part of his argument.
“You’ve every right not to believe me, Potter.” Lucius replied.
“Oh, that makes me feel a hundred times better, Malfoy.” Harry retorted, running his hands through his hair he shoved them into his pockets a moment, “What makes me think that you’re not setting us up? You were a loyal supporter of Voldemort. Who’s to say that you’re not a big supporter of the new big bad? I mean honestly, who’s to sit here and tell me that you’ve turned over a new leaf? That you’re a completely changed man?”
When Lucius didn’t answer, Harry shook his head as he walked towards the window and stared down to the street below them. “You stood there when Voldemort killed my parents, and you stood there when Bellatrix killed my Godfather, Sirius Black.” He heard Lucius take a sharp intake of breath. “Yeah, you remember that don’t you? That’s the night that you were locked up in Azkaban.”
“Harry,” Ginny murmured.
“No, let me finish, Ginny.” Harry stated as he turned back to Lucius, “You remember Azkaban, right? My Godfather certainly did. The Dementors that remained were vicious because there were so many souls to feed on. What were your horrible memories, Lucius? Losing all your money? Because I certainly don’t think you gave a shit about any of the people you tortured.”
Harry watched as Lucius paled slightly and he felt a knot form in his gut. He didn’t like to think about making this man relive his most horrible moments in the past few months but at the same time, he wasn’t going to allow his family to come to anymore harm.
“Tell me, Lucius? Aren’t you loyal to the new Dark Lord? Aren’t you kissing his robes like you did to Voldemort?” Harry asked.
“Never,” Lucius growled.
“And how would we know that?”
“Because the bastard killed my wife and is currently killing my son.” Lucius spat back, “Is that what you want to hear, Potter? Did you want me to admit it? I know that what I’ve done is wrong and that I’m paying for it right now. But you will not hold it over my head you over-righteous prat. You can help me, and I can help you. Despite your every effort, you will not make me admit to ever being loyal to that scum.”
Before anyone else could do much, Harry had found himself slammed against the wall and being held by his shirt by Lucius’ clenched hands. He saw the anger in the older man’s eyes and he also saw the haunted pain. He knew now why Ron trusted the man, and finally, Harry found himself trusting him too.
~*~
Hermione had woken up at least an hour before Draco had, but she gently ran her fingers through his hair as his head rested in her lap. He seemed so peaceful like this, like no one could ever harm him and it hadn’t bothered her that he was lying on her lap, causing her legs to go numb. Whoever was holding them had left them alone for awhile, but Hermione knew deep down that it wasn’t going to last. All she wanted to do was take Draco into her arms and apparate out of the building.
But that wasn’t possible.
For once, Hermione damned her logical thinking and wished that she could just be hopeful for once. Everything had been shitty until she’d found herself locked in a cell with the man she’d fallen in love with. Licking her lips, she wished for a cool glass of water, anything to keep her mouth from drying out completely. It’d have been nice if she and Draco were sitting on a beach at that moment and all she had to do was stand up and walk towards the vendor to get a bottle of water. Draco would, of course, complain that they were actually sitting around actual muggles. He’d want her alone.
Her daydream was cut short as Draco began to cough. Glancing down, she noticed the small trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. She wiped the blood away with her thumb as she tried to pull him up, forcing him to sit up. But his coughing only got worse and as he tried to turn away from her and cough into his arm, she noticed the small amounts of blood appearing on his arm.
A panic began to set in as Hermione stared at him. She wasn’t sure what to do, and it was making her hands begin to shake as she tried to wake Draco gently. He didn’t open his eyes, so she shook harder. Tears began to build up within her eyes as she tried to blink them away before they fell down her cheeks. The coughing began to get worse as she pulled him up against her.
“Dammit Draco, wake up. I’m not going to lose you like this,” She murmured softly against his hair as she held him tightly. Tears began to fall faster as he didn’t respond to her murmurs. Hermione wasn’t sure what else she could do; there wasn’t a way to heal him without her wand. There was nothing that she could do.
She felt him go limp within her arms and her heart dropped, shattering into a million pieces.
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sex
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty-Five: Hermione and Draco are finally reunited and they begin to think about their future, despite a bleak present while Harry finally begins to believe Lucius.
Disclaimer: Again, not mine. And all the characters belong to JKR and her brilliant mind.
A/N: I’m excited because I have another chapter! I’m hoping that this writing spree continues but then again I’m slightly sad because I’m nearing the end of this story. But, I’m not there yet so enjoy this chapter and as always, please review! Thanks!
Mistaken, Prologue
Mistaken, Chapter One
Mistaken, Chapter Two
Mistaken, Chapter Three
Mistaken, Chapter Four
Mistaken, Chapter Five
Mistaken, Chapter Six
Mistaken, Chapter Seven
Mistaken, Chapter Eight
Mistaken, Chapter Nine
Mistaken, Chapter Ten
Mistaken, Chapter Eleven
Mistaken, Chapter Twelve
Mistaken, Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fourteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fifteen
Mistaken, Chapter Sixteen
Mistaken, Chapter Seventeen
Mistaken, Chapter Eighteen
Mistaken, Chapter Nineteen
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty One
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Two
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Three
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Four
They held one another tightly, nothing could separate them at the moment. Draco held her tightly within his arms as he kissed her forehead gently, licking his lips to try and keep the harsh touch of his lips from her skin. The last thing he ever wanted to do at the moment was hurt her.
“You think they’re looking for us?” Hermione asked quietly, almost too quietly as Draco raised a brow.
“Who?” He replied.
“Harry and Ron,” She murmured, “I know you don’t get along with them but you can’t honestly think that they’d just sit there and do nothing, right?” Hermione looked up to meet his eyes but when he moved them away from hers, she bit her lower lip. “You don’t believe that they’re doing anything, do you?”
Draco sighed and removed his arms from around her as he rested them on his knees. His body was still sore from the beating that Bellatrix had given him from earlier, when Hermione had still been unconscious.
“I really don’t know what to believe anymore, Hermione.” He responded dryly, “I know that I love you, and that I’m going to do whatever I can to protect you in this hell hole. But as for Harry and Ron, they could be looking for you but I really have no doubt in my mind that I’m the last person on their mind.” Hermione frowned.
“You can’t believe that, Draco.” Hermione tried to convince herself of the same things she was telling Draco, “They know how I feel about you and I have no doubt that if they’re looking for me, you’re in the equation too.” Draco laughed to himself a bit, causing him to cough and hold his side. His ribs were still sore and probably broken after Bellatrix had come back a second time for another ‘fun time’ as she called it.
“Hermione, I know you want to believe in your friends and all, but I think it’s come down to you and me. If we want to live and be happy together, we have to get out of here ourselves.” He continued to stare down at the stones that they sat on, trying to keep himself from admitting that he had no clue what they had to do.
“Do you really think we’ll be able to get out of here?” Hermione asked with a hopeful tone in her voice. Draco smiled slowly as he turned towards her and took a hold of her hand, pulling her gently to him. As she curled her body against his, Draco leaned down, kissing the beaten up knuckles on her hand.
“Hermione, we’ll not only get out of here, but we’ll get married.” He saw the small bit of excitement fill her eyes, “And after we’re married and we’re living in Malfoy Manor, we’ll make love in every room of that house.” A flicker of lust was added to the excitement, “And of course because we’re making love in every room of that mansion, you’ll become pregnant within weeks.”
“Weeks?” Hermione squeaked. Draco raised a brow and smiled as he looked towards her.
“Of course. You don’t honestly think that you can marry a Malfoy and make love to him in at least two dozen rooms without getting pregnant within weeks do you?” He asked her, when she seemed a little less excited, he laughed lightly, “Love, just think, children from the two of us. They’ll have bushy blonde hair and your eyes, and of course, my great personality.” Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“Why does it have to be your hair and your personality?”
“Well they can’t have everything of mine.” Draco teased as Hermione lightly smacked him on the leg, “And hey, watch it. I’m still pretty bruised up, remember?” They shared a laugh together as they closed their eyes and entwined their hands with one another’s. Their eyes slowly closed as they both began to drift off into their fantasy worlds.
It was beautiful.
~*~
“Daddy,” A young girl exclaimed as she waited anxiously in the kitchen, looking to the gardens outside. “Hurry Daddy, I’ve loads to show you.” She cried out as she ran around the table, trying to grab something from her older brother. He dodged her quickly, smirking as if he’d just scored a goal in Quidditch.
“Now what did I tell the two of you about running around my kitchen?” Their mother asked as she walked into the room, untying her apron. The two glanced up at their mother, the girl with chocolate brown eyes like her mother, and the son with cool grey eyes like his father. Both sat down immediately as they stared down to the table in front of them.
“That we have to be very careful because we could slip and fall, causing all our teeth to fall out,” The girl answered, “And then Grandfather and Grandmum would be angry because they’d have to fix our teeth.” The boy glared towards his sister and he stuck his tongue out.
“Know-it-all,” He muttered under his breath.
“Brendon Cade,” His mother reprimanded, “You apologize to your sister, and you know I don’t approve of you teasing your sister like that.” As Brendon looked down at the ground, mocking his mother’s face behind her back, his sister sat up a bit straighter, seeming proud.
“Adrienne Marie, don’t think that I don’t see you acting above your brother.” Their mother commented as she turned to her children. Just as she finished reprimanding both children the door opened and the children jumped off their chairs.
“Daddy,” Adrienne exclaimed, “I got my Hogwarts letter today,” She beamed proudly, “I’m going to be in Gryffindor, just like Mum.” Their father smiled as he leaned down and kissed his daughter’s head gently.
“You’ll have to do pretty well to overcome the great Hermione Granger’s records that she put in place there,” He stated as he kissed his son’s head, walking towards their mother. Hermione turned around and smiled as she returned her husband’s kiss with warm affection.
“She’ll never beat Mum,” Brendon proclaimed, “Besides, it’s not like Gryffindor will win the House Cup. Slytherins won it every year since I’ve been there and we’ll continue to do it.” He puffed his chest out, looking arrogant like his father had when he had begun his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“That’s my boy,” Draco smirked as he put his hands on Brendon’s shoulders, “But I wouldn’t get too arrogant, Brendon, I remember the times when your sister’s defeated you in Quidditch.” Brendon glared towards Adrienne who grinned as her father tossed her a snitch he had bought in Diagon Alley just before coming home.
Brendon saw the gift his sister had gotten and as the snitch came to life, he quickly took off after it as it zoomed outside, grabbing his broom as he ran out after it. Adrienne wasn’t too far behind as she grabbed her broom and forgot to shut the door behind her. Hermione sighed as she shut the door and walked up to Draco, wrapping her arms around him.
“You did that on purpose,” She murmured. Draco grinned as he wrapped his arms around his wife and pinned her against the counter.
“Is it so horrible that I wanted a few moments alone with my wife?” He demanded to know as he nibbled along her neck, kissing gently. Hermione gave a small sigh of contentment as she tilted her head back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, running her nails along his cloak.
“I’m not complaining, am I?” She grinned slowly as his lips captured her own and his kiss deepened and his hands tightened around her. His fingers dug into her hips, making her moan softly against his neck as their kiss broke, “And I suspect they’ll be gone for awhile,” Her hands traveled further down his body as she pressed her hips against his. “Care to make another one, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco smirked as he kissed his wife again, pulling her shirt up just enough to snake his hand under and gently squeeze her breast, “Only if this one has my hair color.”
~*~
Draco hadn’t been too sure when Hermione had drifted off to sleep but he had taken his shirt off in order to give her a pillow. Slowly, he stood up. If he was going to fight anyone and get them out of here, he had to regain his strength. As he glanced up, he noticed the door opening just enough to know that he should’ve ducked before the door opened.
He didn’t have time to recover before his body was slammed against the wall another time; he heard the crack of his ribs, knowing that one was at least broken. He managed to pull himself up towards Hermione and rest his hand against her thigh before he became unconscious.
~*~
“Did you do what I asked?” Pansy glanced up to the voice immediately as she walked into her bedroom. The room was completely dark but she knew the voice and a sadistic smile crossed over her face as she shut the door behind her.
“Of course I did, I always follow your orders.” She bowed as she walked closer to the bed that she knew he was sitting on. Not daring to look up into his eyes, she bent down and kissed the hem of his robe. Pansy knew how to behave in front of her Dark Lord. Her lip curled in resentment as she took a deep breath in and recognized the sickening scent on him.
“Ah, I sense jealousy, Pansy.” He murmured as he reached out, his pale hand cupping her cheek. She pressed her cheek into his hand and reached up, holding his hand tightly. “Are you jealous of Bellatrix?”
“You know I am,” Pansy replied, “It’s not fair that she always gets your attentions when I’m the one that’s done the most work. All she’s done is given you that traitor’s little whore. You should see them in their cell together, it’s sickening.” She heard the clicking of his tongue and she grew wet at the image of his tongue making her moan his name aloud. It was the only time she was allowed to utter his name.
“Now, now,” he said softly, “We both know that they think they’re going to survive this but in reality we know the truth. They’re going to die in here, beginning with that damn traitor.” He grabbed a handful of Pansy’s hair, causing her to whimper in slight pain. He felt himself grow harder as he gave her hair another hard pull. “You see, with every small attack we lay upon young Draco Malfoy, the more his body begins to betray him. Pretty soon, he’ll begin to cough up blood and then he’ll slip into unconsciousness.”
“And then?” Pansy whispered, her eyes shutting in pain as he gave her hair another sharp tug.
“And then, we’ll see young Hermione Granger begin to panic as she always did when facing a failing grade. She’ll try her hardest to try and come up with a solution but she won’t. And before we know it, Draco Malfoy will be dead and we’ll have the mudblood for our own uses.” His lips crushed against hers as he ripped her underwear off, glad that she remembered to only wear a skirt in his presence. He slammed into her, hearing her moan as he rolled his eyes and began to imagine Hermione Granger’s naked body as the one that he was slamming into.
~*~
“Is there any chance a man could get a glass of water?” Lucius asked, his foot tapping a bit impatiently, “I’m practically dying of a dry mouth.” He mumbled, holding his cane in his hand. When Ginny looked up at Harry, Harry raised a brow and rolled his eyes as he turned towards the sink and grabbed a glass.
“Wouldn’t be too soon,” He muttered as he watched the glass fill up. Turning around, he met Lucius’ gaze and knew that the older man felt the same resentment towards him. As their fingers touched, Harry quickly clenched his hands as he sat down across from Lucius, next to Ginny.
“Thank you,” Lucius mumbled as he took a long drink.
“No problem,” Harry growled in return, “Now are you going to tell us how to find Hermione and your son or am I going to have to feed you too?” Lucius stared blankly at Harry a moment and sighed as he put his glass down on the table beside the couch he was sitting on.
“You know a little bit of food wouldn’t be too bad. Your friend Weasley and I have been traveling all night after all to find you.” Lucius paused, “The least you could do is-”
“The least I could do is offer you some food while you sit here invading my home and neglecting to do what you promised.” The fact that Harry knew the story that Ron had told him still didn’t take away any of the hateful feelings Harry had towards Lucius Malfoy. As he looked around the room, he saw the sad look on Susan’s face as she held Ron’s hand tightly. Ron cleared his throat.
“Harry, mate, listen I know you’re a bit upset right now about the whole situation but,”
“Upset?” Harry interrupted, “You think I’m just upset? This man attacked us in the Ministry of Magic when we were fifteen. Do you not remember that?” He growled, “He also set up his own damn son to take the fall when Snape killed Dumbledore, do you really think I want to trust a man that would do that to his own son?” Harry demanded to know. No one answered him, and Lucius merely stared up at him.
The room remained silent as Harry stood up, “It’s not like I really want to believe him anyway, Ron.”
“So he told you then,” Lucius said softly as he stood up. Harry turned to look at him.
“Yeah, he told me. And what makes me really want to believe anything that he’s said?” Harry asked. Ginny reached up to take a hold of his hand but Harry shoved it away as he met Lucius’ gaze, demanding the older man to refute any part of his argument.
“You’ve every right not to believe me, Potter.” Lucius replied.
“Oh, that makes me feel a hundred times better, Malfoy.” Harry retorted, running his hands through his hair he shoved them into his pockets a moment, “What makes me think that you’re not setting us up? You were a loyal supporter of Voldemort. Who’s to say that you’re not a big supporter of the new big bad? I mean honestly, who’s to sit here and tell me that you’ve turned over a new leaf? That you’re a completely changed man?”
When Lucius didn’t answer, Harry shook his head as he walked towards the window and stared down to the street below them. “You stood there when Voldemort killed my parents, and you stood there when Bellatrix killed my Godfather, Sirius Black.” He heard Lucius take a sharp intake of breath. “Yeah, you remember that don’t you? That’s the night that you were locked up in Azkaban.”
“Harry,” Ginny murmured.
“No, let me finish, Ginny.” Harry stated as he turned back to Lucius, “You remember Azkaban, right? My Godfather certainly did. The Dementors that remained were vicious because there were so many souls to feed on. What were your horrible memories, Lucius? Losing all your money? Because I certainly don’t think you gave a shit about any of the people you tortured.”
Harry watched as Lucius paled slightly and he felt a knot form in his gut. He didn’t like to think about making this man relive his most horrible moments in the past few months but at the same time, he wasn’t going to allow his family to come to anymore harm.
“Tell me, Lucius? Aren’t you loyal to the new Dark Lord? Aren’t you kissing his robes like you did to Voldemort?” Harry asked.
“Never,” Lucius growled.
“And how would we know that?”
“Because the bastard killed my wife and is currently killing my son.” Lucius spat back, “Is that what you want to hear, Potter? Did you want me to admit it? I know that what I’ve done is wrong and that I’m paying for it right now. But you will not hold it over my head you over-righteous prat. You can help me, and I can help you. Despite your every effort, you will not make me admit to ever being loyal to that scum.”
Before anyone else could do much, Harry had found himself slammed against the wall and being held by his shirt by Lucius’ clenched hands. He saw the anger in the older man’s eyes and he also saw the haunted pain. He knew now why Ron trusted the man, and finally, Harry found himself trusting him too.
~*~
Hermione had woken up at least an hour before Draco had, but she gently ran her fingers through his hair as his head rested in her lap. He seemed so peaceful like this, like no one could ever harm him and it hadn’t bothered her that he was lying on her lap, causing her legs to go numb. Whoever was holding them had left them alone for awhile, but Hermione knew deep down that it wasn’t going to last. All she wanted to do was take Draco into her arms and apparate out of the building.
But that wasn’t possible.
For once, Hermione damned her logical thinking and wished that she could just be hopeful for once. Everything had been shitty until she’d found herself locked in a cell with the man she’d fallen in love with. Licking her lips, she wished for a cool glass of water, anything to keep her mouth from drying out completely. It’d have been nice if she and Draco were sitting on a beach at that moment and all she had to do was stand up and walk towards the vendor to get a bottle of water. Draco would, of course, complain that they were actually sitting around actual muggles. He’d want her alone.
Her daydream was cut short as Draco began to cough. Glancing down, she noticed the small trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. She wiped the blood away with her thumb as she tried to pull him up, forcing him to sit up. But his coughing only got worse and as he tried to turn away from her and cough into his arm, she noticed the small amounts of blood appearing on his arm.
A panic began to set in as Hermione stared at him. She wasn’t sure what to do, and it was making her hands begin to shake as she tried to wake Draco gently. He didn’t open his eyes, so she shook harder. Tears began to build up within her eyes as she tried to blink them away before they fell down her cheeks. The coughing began to get worse as she pulled him up against her.
“Dammit Draco, wake up. I’m not going to lose you like this,” She murmured softly against his hair as she held him tightly. Tears began to fall faster as he didn’t respond to her murmurs. Hermione wasn’t sure what else she could do; there wasn’t a way to heal him without her wand. There was nothing that she could do.
She felt him go limp within her arms and her heart dropped, shattering into a million pieces.