Sins of the Father

A/N: This one seems to be longer, dun dun dun. I've decided Draco can do wandless magic. Taught to him by Snape, of course. At bottom.


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The pain was so sharp, so immediate, so burning that he couldn’t focus on anything else in the room. He grabbed at his arm; the only rational thing he could think of was tearing his flesh off. He was used to a Crucio but this, this felt different. It felt like his bones were splitting from the insides and pushing out of his forearm. Maybe that was why it hurt so much. With a Crucio the pain is everywhere, but this was centralized. The pain was in just his arm, just where the Dark Mark lay across his skin.

He had gone blind and deaf, his other senses rapidly following. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe. Everything was white and hazy and static. There was noise all around him, he could tell that, yet he couldn’t distinguish one thing from another. He was living in a box of white blinding light, of white blinding static and nothing was reaching him, nothing was touching him –

“Harry! What are you doing?” The pain in Draco’s arm had stopped and was replaced with the pain in his jaw from Harry’ right hook.

“Come on, you bastard! Get up!” He realized he could see now and he was looking up at Harry from the floor. Hermione was desperately trying to push her friend back from him, grabbing at his arms and throwing all her strength behind it.

“Stop holding me back, Mione. I saw him all over you.” Draco lay on the ground, feeling a trickle of blood slip down to his lips. He wiped his face with his hand, scowling at the red liquid that was smeared there.

“You’re dead, Potter.”

Before Hermione could turn to stop Draco, she found herself on the bed, being pushed there by Harry when Draco charged at him. Draco’s body hit Harry square in the chest and they both grunted as they fell to the floor. Hermione shook her head and sat up, just in time to see Draco’s fist smash into Harry’s face. Hermione screamed, jumping up and running over to the two boys. She tried grabbing at Draco’s arm, but she saw that the Dark Mark was now alive, the snake moving through the mouth of the skull. The snake hissed at her and Hermione jumped back, watching helplessly as Harry and Draco grappled on the floor.

Dammit, woman, you’re a witch!

She turned around, trying to find her wand, only to hear a loud thud and a string of grunts mixed in with expletives. She whipped her head so fast that her neck almost hurt, only to see Draco flat on his back against the opposite hall and Ron standing in the doorway with his wand trained on Draco, breathing hard and red-faced.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Ron shouted, kicking the door shut behind him. No one moved, Hermione barely even breathing. Draco slowly pulled himself onto all fours, shaking his head slowly from side to side and trying to slow down his heart.

Ron sighed once he realized no one was going to say anything and walked over to Harry, offering his other hand as his wand arm was still trained on Draco, who was still on his knees. Hermione brushed a strand of hair out of her face, not knowing what to do or who to go to. She looked from Draco to her friends, Ron with his wand still at Draco and Harry looking pointedly at her.

“Now, what is going on in here? I could hear you in the kitchen; be grateful I was the only one home, it sounded like someone was getting murdered.”

Harry particularly growled. “Someone was about to be murdered.” His green eyes had flared up, becoming twin balls of green flame as he stared at Draco. Ron stared from Draco, who had finally managed to stand up, to Harry and arched both his eye brows. “That . . . ferret was all over Hermione.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Oh, real original there Potter.”

Ron slide his eyes over to where Hermione stood, having not moved and just watching the scene.

“Is that true?” Hermione looked at him then, something akin to heartbreak flittering through his brown eyes.
“Well, what happened-,”

“What happened was that Malfoy was about to rape her just like daddy dearest!” Draco’s eyes narrowed at Harry. He looked at his bedside table and suddenly his wand was in his hand. Before anyone could react, Draco screamed a spell at Harry who flew in the opposite direction, striking the wall. Blood trickled down his nose, matching the slight trickle that was still bleeding from Draco’s nose. Ron rushed to Harry and, once seeing that he was breathing, stood and turned towards Draco. He began walking towards Draco, as if he meant to finish this the muggle way, with Draco just standing there, ready to accept it.

“I am still in this room!” Hermione shouted, causing all three boys to stop and look at her. “Draco didn’t do anything that I didn’t want him to do! I can make my own decisions, you know. I am supposedly the smartest witch of my age. I can make my own decisions and, damn it, if I want to spend the night with Draco and kiss him in the morning I bloody well will!” Draco looked at her with a slight smirk on his face, finding amusement from the looks on her friends faces. They looked utterly disgusted, mad, revolted and then suddenly –

“You’re shagging bloody Malfoy of all people!” Ron screamed, his face turning a deep shade of red as he walked over to her. Harry stood up and joined Ron, both of them looking down at her.

“He’s a bloody Death Eater and you’re buggering him? Merlin’s balls, I know that you went through a lot when you were captured, but they must have done a number on you for you to even consider fucking him!” Ron screamed, spittle flying out of his mouth.

“First of all, Draco and I did not shag last night, I simply slept here. Second, it is not up to you to decide who I fuck, Ron. Thirdly, you are both out of you perimeters here. You have no right to treat me like this!”

It was that last part that seemed to get through Ron’s skull. Even Harry looked ashamed at the words Ron had used. Ron took a step towards Hermione as if to hug her, a look of apology in his eyes.

“Hermione, I didn’t mean, I -,”

But whatever he was going to say was cut off as a cry of pain went through the room, followed by another thud. Everyone looked over at Draco who was now on the ground again, holding his Mark. Sweat was pouring down his face, his eyes screwed tight and jaw clenched. Hermione ran over to him and knelt down, not sure what to do.

“Come on, Malfoy. I’ve seen many Death Eaters be called for and it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as that,” Harry called from across the room. Draco looked up at him, sweaty clumps of hair hanging in his eyes.

“Usually it doesn’t. I don’t know what’s going on,” Draco managed to croak out, before dropping his head again. Hermione went to rub his shoulders, only when she did his skin literally burnt and she jumped up with a start.

“Don’t touch me, Hermione. I don’t know what this is.” Hermione stood there, torn and heartbroken. She couldn’t help him but she wanted to. Slowly he managed to climb to his feet and stumble over to his dresser. Under the scrutiny of the three friends, he pulled out his Death Eater robes and began to dress, his movement slow and agonizing because of the pain he felt. Hermione remained frozen where she was, terror welling through her. This couldn’t be the man who was so gentle towards her last night and this morning. This robe and mask he put on couldn’t truly be him.

Draco was fully dressed now and it seemed the pain had subsided just a bit. When he turned around he found Harry and Ron with their wands on him and Hermione shaking with fear. He rolled his eyes at the two boys and then walked stiffly to Hermione, caressing her shoulder with his gloved hand.

“No matter what, remember last night. Remember this morning. “ He leaned in so only she could hear. “I think I’m beginning to fall for you, Hermione Granger. And that could be the most dangerous, and amazing, thing I have ever done.” He pulled back from her ear to place a kiss on her lips. The boys hissed from somewhere in the background but Hermione paid them now mind. She tried to throw her arms around him and deepen the kiss, but he pulled away with a smirk. “Gotta keep you wanting more, hmm? That way this isn’t goodbye.”

Draco slid the mask on, keeping his eyes on Hermione the whole time. With a Pop! He had Apparated away. Hermione ran to the window, where she saw him in the garden. He didn’t look back as he unlatched the gate and walked to where it was safe to Apparated, catching her eyes as he spun around to disappear.

Hermione looked at the spot he had just been standing on and felt emotions swirling through her that she had never felt before. Could it really be true that she was falling for Draco Malfoy, a young man that for the majority of her life she had despised?

“His father raped and tortured you, Mione,” Harry’s voice came from somewhere behind her. “And he did nothing to help you or save you that entire year.” Hermione didn’t move. She just continued to stare at the spot that Draco had disappeared from. It was true what Draco’s father had done to her, Draco not doing anything stop it. But how could he? It he had, they’d both be –

Wait. How did the boys know? She’d never told them the exacts of what had happened. They just knew she’d been horribly tortured; they didn’t know that Lucius Malfoy had defiled her in the worst possible way. The only two people who knew Malfoy had raped her were Draco and –

She was going to kill that damn werewolf.

Hermione spun on her heel, anger catching her brown eyes on fire. She didn’t even register the two boys; didn’t want to register the two boys. She was too mad to think. That was something she had told him in strictest confidence. She had the right to tell her friends what happened to her if and when she was ready. Not some mangy wolf.

“How dare he? How dare he?” Hermione mumbled, striding past the boys. That wolf had another thing coming once she got a hold of him. He’d never tell secrets again. She’d see to that. She’d –

Ron was suddenly in front of her, gripping onto her arms, clenching his fingers around her biceps to the point of bruising. She realized that she was trembling, hot tears threatening to spill at any moment. Ron pulled her tight against his chest and she buried her head in his chest. He smelled warm, inviting, like burning wood and fresh baked bread. It was the smell of the Burrow, the place that had come to mean more then just family and home to her and she did begin to cry then, great heaving sobs that drenched his shirt. He soothingly rubbed her back when she felt someone come up behind her. The smell of fresh cut grass and broomstick polish assaulted her nose and she knew it was Harry, Harry who was leaning his head down on her shoulder. She felt so safe now, wrapped in their arms, and her fear and troubles began to melt away with her tears.

“You’re safe now, Mione,” Ron whispered in her ear. “Nothing can get you here.” The boys continued to hold her until her sobs subsided, her tears ceasing as the minutes ticked by until the only noise in the room were her sniffles. She closed her eyes, breathed in the wonderful scent that was her boys, and then pulled away from Ron. She rubbed her nose, keeping her eyes to the floor.

“Do you understand why I didn’t tell you?” When her question was only met with silence, she looked up into Ron’s blue eyes. Harry let go of her and stood in front of her now, her eyes shifting to his emerald green ones. “I didn’t want you to treat me any differently.”

“We could never be ashamed of you, Mione, or anything you do,” Harry placed a hand on her shoulder. She took a deep breath, giving the boys a slight smile.

“Good. Then I need you to accept Draco and I,” the boys opened their mouths to protest, but Hermione just continued. “Because he is not his father. He cares about me and only has my interests in mind.” Harry clenched his jaw in anger but Ron just looked at her. Ron felt like his heart was breaking. This was the girl he had loved for years standing in front of him, declaring her love for the enemy. It should be him that she was saying this about. It angered him, but the more he looked at her the more he saw how happy she had become. He hadn’t seen her this happy in a long time and if one night in Malfoy’s bed could do that, then so be it.

Needless to say, Harry and Hermione were stunned when Ron just nodded his head. “Alright Hermione. If he makes you happy.” A huge smiled spread across her face as the implications of his words hit her. She jumped into his arms, startling him and knocking them off balance. “Just so you know, though, if he hurts you I’m killing the little bugger.” Hermione laughed and then looked at Harry. He was standing there with his brows furrowed and his jaw still clenched.

“Oh Harry.” She laughed, letting go of Ron and hugging her other best friend. “Come on, I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast?” The two boys looked at each other then laughed. They left Draco’s room, shutting the door behind them.

Miles and miles away, Draco was experiencing pain that rivaled what had happened in his bedroom at the Burrow. Not only was his body breaking but his heart was breaking as well. The Dark Lord had given him a new mission.

Lure Hermione Granger into his arms and recapture her.

A/N: I hope you liked it. This story is not dead, and it's probably gonna end up being long. Hope ya don't mind. As always, enjoy, review if the mood strikes you, and go read my other stories. Ha! I have a Lucius/Hermione/Snape coming out shortly which will be just delicious.