help_japan fic-Prison Of Poison
Title: Prison Of Poison
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Hermione
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (dark themea)
Spoilers: none so long as you’ve read deathly hallows
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: This used to be his home, a place of perfection; now it’s a prison full of poison.
Word Count: 369
Author’s notes: Done for caitriona_3 for her help_japan bid. I don’t think this is what you wanted for the promt but this is where my mind took me so I hope you like it anyway =D
I would like to also point out I am still accepting requests one help_japan lj-gift for a 300 word drabble, so if you’re interested please drop on by =D bidding ends on 31st.
Anguished shrieks echo around hollow halls. This used to be his home, a place of perfection; now it’s a prison full of poison. Lost in the wilderness of things beyond his control, scared and frightened; Draco put his hands to his ears trying to block out the sounds ringing around him.
‘Please!’, ‘Stop Please’
Grabbing his hair he pulls till it feels his head will split open; maybe he wants it to. Another agony-filled scream pierces though him. It might as well be him at the hands of the crucio curse for he feels every moment.
The plea-filled sobs mixed with the hysterical laughter of Bellatrix, makes Draco’s bones shake and body quiver. There’s no hope for the poor girl writing on the floor and it’s the first time since seeing her face he truly believes it. His aunt was going to murder Hermione. Hermione. He’d never thought of her as anything but Granger before but now…now that her screams were filling his house, her blood stains working their way into the foundations, he couldn’t think of her as anything else.
Hermione. A sharp pain clutches at his chest. He wants to save her, desperate to end it all, but the name Malfoy was nothing compared to that of Voldemort.
She’s a mudblood! Dispensable, she deserves death. Shaking his head Draco squeezes his eyes shut trying to shut off all he’s been trained to think. It’s not right, none of this is right; he knows it in the deepest part of himself, yet is unable to do anything about it halted by fear and the expectations of his family.
The pain in his chest increases ten fold as Hermione screeches out. The air is forced from his lungs roughly. Gasping for oxygen he pounds his head on the wall in time with her cries. Draco drowns himself in the pain, becoming numb. He blocks out all thoughts; nothing but the pain. Hot, burning, deserving pain. Invisible blood pours out from him, adding to the tainted hell this house has become. It mixes with the mudbloods making them one. There was no escape for either of them; they would be forever joined in the torture these walls have brought.
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Hermione
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (dark themea)
Spoilers: none so long as you’ve read deathly hallows
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: This used to be his home, a place of perfection; now it’s a prison full of poison.
Word Count: 369
Author’s notes: Done for caitriona_3 for her help_japan bid. I don’t think this is what you wanted for the promt but this is where my mind took me so I hope you like it anyway =D
I would like to also point out I am still accepting requests one help_japan lj-gift for a 300 word drabble, so if you’re interested please drop on by =D bidding ends on 31st.
Anguished shrieks echo around hollow halls. This used to be his home, a place of perfection; now it’s a prison full of poison. Lost in the wilderness of things beyond his control, scared and frightened; Draco put his hands to his ears trying to block out the sounds ringing around him.
‘Please!’, ‘Stop Please’
Grabbing his hair he pulls till it feels his head will split open; maybe he wants it to. Another agony-filled scream pierces though him. It might as well be him at the hands of the crucio curse for he feels every moment.
The plea-filled sobs mixed with the hysterical laughter of Bellatrix, makes Draco’s bones shake and body quiver. There’s no hope for the poor girl writing on the floor and it’s the first time since seeing her face he truly believes it. His aunt was going to murder Hermione. Hermione. He’d never thought of her as anything but Granger before but now…now that her screams were filling his house, her blood stains working their way into the foundations, he couldn’t think of her as anything else.
Hermione. A sharp pain clutches at his chest. He wants to save her, desperate to end it all, but the name Malfoy was nothing compared to that of Voldemort.
She’s a mudblood! Dispensable, she deserves death. Shaking his head Draco squeezes his eyes shut trying to shut off all he’s been trained to think. It’s not right, none of this is right; he knows it in the deepest part of himself, yet is unable to do anything about it halted by fear and the expectations of his family.
The pain in his chest increases ten fold as Hermione screeches out. The air is forced from his lungs roughly. Gasping for oxygen he pounds his head on the wall in time with her cries. Draco drowns himself in the pain, becoming numb. He blocks out all thoughts; nothing but the pain. Hot, burning, deserving pain. Invisible blood pours out from him, adding to the tainted hell this house has become. It mixes with the mudbloods making them one. There was no escape for either of them; they would be forever joined in the torture these walls have brought.