Chapter 1 : Chapter 1: It All Began With A Kiss.
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Chapter 1: It All Began With A Kiss.
Draco Malfoy was infuriated. He couldn’t believe his luck. Yes, he was head boy. Yes, he was the son of a Death Eater and a Death Eater himself, having been mark the previous summer. But sending him back to Hogwarts, knowing that everyone else saw him as evil and a very bad influence, not to mention the now permanent Dark Mark upon his inner left forearm, and not to forget the task now set for him, honestly was his father crazy?
Draco sighed as he paced back and forth in his bedroom, the head boy’s room to be exact but who was taking notes in the first place?
He had such horribly bad luck this year. What with all his friend and not to mention everyone else still attending school shooting him foul looks every chance they got, it was a wonder no one had tried to kill him. Yet.
Draco kicked at a chair, almost tripping over the rug as he did so.
He scowled at the floor as he kicked the rug back and stalked over to the window.
The Dark Lord had told him that the informant was going to come back soon but all Draco could think of was his stay at Malfoy Manor during the summer...
His Father had demanded he comply to the Dark Lord’s every whim-that included this new task, waiting for the informant, although Draco had no idea who it could be. Then again, who would tell him? He was, after all, just a boy-A boy who was young, easily swayed and, most importantly, a Slytherin.
Draco slammed a fist down on the windowsill and glared out at the grounds. A shadowy figure was quickly making its way across the grounds and towards the school from the direction of the main gates.
Ignoring the figure making its way across the grounds, Draco hung his head and stared hard at his hands braced against the wooden windowsill.
His father had practically forced him into this! But then again, Draco had wanted this, in the beginning. That very first time he was asked. And he couldn’t back out now, he couldn’t run. Not now anyway, not unless he wanted to die. The Dark Lord would know and would not hesitate to kill him if he ran. After his failure to kill Dumbledore, Draco could only do what Voldemort wanted, if he disobeyed, the Dark Lord would kill his family, not just him.
Draco ran a hand through his white-blond hair and frowned. His Mark was burning, he was confident that it wasn’t Voldemort. When he called it was usually painfully and the only other person to call him was his Aunt. What did his Aunt Bellatrix want now?
Draco decided to ignore his Aunt for now and turned his attention to the recent events in Malfoy Manor.
He’d been a Death Eater for over a year now and he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. And Draco did not like it one bit. His left arm itched all the time, especially where the Dark Mark was etched into his flesh and he was always, always, having horrible nightmares. Nightmares that mostly consisted of his father, the Dark Lord and/or everyone he ever cared about. Mostly there was a death or rather deaths involved. It left Draco unable to sleep most nights and he was sure that his fellow students could tell that he was...disturbed. He’d even taken to placing a silencing charm over his room so no one heard him scream-that’s if he screamed in his sleep.
His Mark flared up, the intensity of its burning cranking it up a notch. Draco winced and jerked his sleeve up o he could look at the Mark. It was faintly glowing with a dark reddish-black colour.
Draco sighed. It was definitely his Aunt Bellatrix. If it had been the Dark Lord, it would have made him writher in pain because of his fury, or his excitement. You get the idea. Like the last time Voldemort had seen Potter who had managed to escape. Everyone had been on the ground then, afterwards, of course, when Potter had escaped along with most of the Order.
Pulling himself away from the window, Draco turned and left, heading for the Headmaster’s Office and Professor Snape. He was sure his Aunt would be there, waiting for him.
As he left the room, Draco failed to see the face of the figure below who was racing past the two Death Eater guards stationed on either side of the main entrance...
If he had noticed, he may have been surprised to see the face of Hermione Granger... Or he may not have been, seeing as it was Hermione his father had warned him to keep an eye on, not that Draco thought he’d ever see Granger on school grounds anytime soon.
Hermione Granger rushed past the two Death Eaters leering at her from their posts on either side of the main entrance. She knew them, from before, of course. Not that she had ever wanted to know them in the first place. One was Fenrir Greyback and the other was Nott, Theodore Nott’s father. She didn’t know his first name-no one ever used it.
Greyback grinned at her, showing off his ‘fangs’ and went to step forward but Nott shook his head. Greyback had seen him and stepped back to lounge against the wall to Hermione’s left as she entered the castle.
"Will you stop scaring the girl, Greyback?" Nott said as Hermione vanished through the huge wooden doors, "She’s scared enough as it was. She doesn’t need any more help from you." Nott chuckled. "Then again, Bellatrix may just let you bite her when we’re done with her."
She could hear their laughter all the way up the stairs to the seventh floor, right up until she reached the Griffin that guarded the headmaster’s office. There it abruptly cut off while Hermione gave the Griffin the password which, much to Snape’s delight seemed to be ‘Salazar’. Ironic, really and very much to Hermione’s disappointment, let alone all the other students and it seems only most of the Slytherin’s approved-even more to Hermione’s dissatisfaction.She sighed and started up the stairs to the oak door that once lead to Dumbledore’s office which was now Snape’s.
Hermione knocked twice and stepped back, waiting.
There was a moment of arguing and then someone called, "Come in."
Hermione opened the door and collided with something solid. She looked up to see Malfoy smirking at her knowingly. He forced her down a step and closed the door behind him.
"Well, well, well, Granger," He said in a mocking tone, "I never thought I’d see you here. Hmm. Never knew you had it in you, either, Granger." He paused here for effect, watching her sweat under his relentless steely gaze. "Betraying your friends and family, are you?" He nodded absently and clucked his tongue at her. "Tut, tut, Granger. Wonder what Potter would think, hmm? Oh, and not to mention Ron!" He seemed to add this as an afterthought. "What would he say?"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply but Malfoy backed her down a few more steps.
"Yes, what would he say?" Malfoy pressed, watching her steps falter as he kept forcing her to back down the stairs. "I know exactly what he’d say." Malfoy had lowered his voice to a whisper as her caught Hermione’s arm and jerked her forwards. He put his lips near her ear and whispered, "He’d call you a traitor and a coward. He’d call you a bitch and guess what, Granger? He might even call you a filthy Mudblood!"
Hermione flinched as he slammed her back against the curving wall, his hands on her shoulders, holding her still.
Malfoy seemed to study her for a moment once he pulled back, holding her at arm’s length.
"I honestly don’t know what he sees in you, Granger," Malfoy muttered and then he did something that surprised both of them. He leaned forward and kissed her. Full on the lips! It was only a light kiss, a gently brush of his lips over hers but it still left them both shocked. "Maybe it’s just for his own pleasure, eh, Granger?"
Hermione spat at him and Malfoy pulled back, pushing away from her to learn against the opposite wall, a furious expression on his face. Hermione’s face betrayed shock and hurt. It puzzled them both, what he had just done.
"I’ll bet you get no satisfaction from betraying your friends and not just them but your family too," Malfoy drawled, narrowing his silver-grey eyes at her.
After a moment Malfoy smirked. It was his annoying, I’m-too-good-for-you smirk. The one he pulled out for Mudbloods and Blood Traitors alone.
"I think I’ll leave you to it, Granger," He said and pushed off the wall, wiping his face as he stood there, watching her.
"You! You...." Hermione drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She could not lose it before talking to Bellatrix; she needed all the energy and concentration for Bellatrix. The Death Eater was well known for her sadistic nature.
"Relax, Granger," Malfoy muttered, leaning forward again and scaring Hermione into backing into the wall. "I’m not done with you yet." He whispered, smirk still in place. "I’ll be seeing you later then..." Here he paused again, very deliberately. "...Hermione." He whispered her name like it was a secret or perhaps it was as if to a lover?
He heard her breath catch in her then pulled back and stared at her flushed face for several frozen heartbeats before he brushed past her and swept down the stairs with a muttered, "We’ll definitely be talking later, Granger."
And just like that, Draco Malfoy was gone.
Hermione stood there, breathing shallowly as she stared after Malfoy’s retreating back. She frowned. What the hell had all that been about?
After several tense moments to herself, Hermione shook her head and started back up the stairs.
Both Hermione and Draco had failed to notice Ginny Weasley who had watched the whole exchange with a detached sense of horror. With a strangled gasp, Ginny made her way back to the Gryffindor common room to tell Neville and Luna about the, apparently, ‘happy’ reunion of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Oh, Boy. That was going to be the cause a lot of headaches in the morning.
Hermione (completely oblivious to all this) made her way back to the headmaster’s office and tried again. This time she was successful in making it inside without another embarrassing incident like Malfoy and slowly approached Snape, who now sat, quite contently, behind the headmaster’s desk, peering down at some parchment he had found quite interesting.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" He asked without looking up from the parchment her was studying. "You have something to report, I believe?" He paused here to finally look at her and scowled. "Other than Draco’s little personality quirks?"
Snape’s lips were threatening to quirk up into a usually greasy smirk of his own. One that couldn’t even match Malfoy’s self-loving, Mudblood hating smirk.
"Yes sir, I do have a report." Hermione muttered suddenly spotting the dark haired, dark eyed, insane Bellatrix standing over by one of the windows, her back to the room.
Bellatrix appeared to be watching the sky for reason unbeknownst to Hermione, who, over than being the smartest witch of her age, was quite pointedly overlooking Bellatrix’s strange behaviour.
"Miss Granger?" Snape inquired with a cold detachment that demanded an immediate answer. "The report, if you please."
"Right," Hermione muttered, drifting forward to sit in the only, hard backed chair in front of what was now essentially Snape’s desk.
Bellatrix turned around once she heard the young witch sit down and approached Snape and Hermione.
"The information," Bellatrix hissed making Hermione almost jump out of her chair.
"Ah, yes," She muttered making a point of avoiding Bellatrix’s demanding gaze, "Well, er, Harry and Ron have found what they were...er...looking for. They’re camped out in the woods near where the Quidditch World Cup was held a few years ago. And-"
Hermione abruptly shut her mouth, seemingly unable to utter a word.
Snape raised an eyebrow and exchanged a curious glance with Bellatrix who was grinning manically.
"Bellatrix," Snape sneered as he returned to his parchment. He gestured towards Hermione. "Would you please do the honours?"
Bellatrix produced a wand and pointed it at Hermione as she stepped around the desk.
"With pleasure, Severus," Bellatrix said with a crazed cackle, "With pleasure."
Draco, who stood in the Head Prefect’s common room on the seventh floor, heard her screaming from across the castle.
Draco smiled sadly as he stared out his window again, frowning slightly as he considered the downpour.
"Well, wouldn’t you know?" Draco muttered turning away from the window only to lean back against the windowsill as he surveyed the room. "Granger screams."
Draco winced as Hermione scream again.
"I...I’ll tell you!" He heard her scream. "I’ll tell you everything!"
As much as Draco liked pain and torture, and fun and games, he hated to hear someone as strong willed as Hermione screaming like a banshee at the top of her lungs for Bellatrix (or was it Snape?) to stop using the Cruciatus curse her so she can actually talk.
He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t go on like this much longer. This couldn’t go on for much longer.
Draco let his hands drop and turning to face the window again, only this time his eyes were closed. Hermione’s screams pulling at his heart every time Bellatrix shout Crucio loud enough for the whole god damned school to hear.Draco dug his fingernails into the wood, not caring that he got splinters under his nails or caused his hands to bleed. He just wanted the screaming to stop!
Bellatrix Lestrange’s manic laughter echoed through the school that for all Draco could guess signified Hermione’s unconsciousness.
This definitely had to stop because Draco couldn’t handle any more screaming-especially from Granger!Draco heard Bellatrix ask Hermione one last time to tell the truth, to spit it out as she so graciously put it.
And Draco stopped listening. He quickly cast a silencing charm over his room and strode over to the bed, crawling into it without bothering to change. It was well past curfew and Draco knew that Bellatrix wouldn’t stop anytime soon. She’d keep at it all night if she had to.
Draco only hoped that Hermione wasn’t too damaged tomorrow. She did have to go back to Ron and Harry tomorrow and if Bellatrix didn’t control herself she’d have to explain to the Dark Lord why this particular mission had failed. Draco knew his Aunt hated that.
He fell asleep listening to Hermione Granger’s screams for Bellatrix to stop.
Draco could only hope that Granger survived the night...
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A/N: First go at fan fiction. I hope you like it. Just a note: Draco's silence charm did not block out noise, only made it so that no one would be able to hear anything, even when one's ear is pressed up against the door.
Thanks to my Beta, Chole for making sure this was reasonably good (She loved it by the way) and I'd never get any of my writing done if she didn't like it. She is the only one in the family who actually appreciates my stories.....Unlike some other famiy members.... (Not mentioning any names here. Plus I have a big family and I mean big) So it thanks to my Beta that this is even posted.....hmmm....
So thanks for reading and if you like it, please review. It's not like it'll bite ;)
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