Pretty to pretend

alright so this is going to be a little different. its going to be in Draco's point of view, the whole thing. dont worry about Herme' would i let her die so soon in the story... haha. and yes, there will indeed be a mommy dearest reunion in the next couple of chapters. hmm i wonder what the circumstances were under that adoption.

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chapter 11


Done in Draco’s p.o.v..

They were all crouched around her body when I broke my way to the front. Snape was running his wand across her body and murmuring healing spells as fast as he could, he would not let her die. As I got closer I could hear what Blaize was whispering as he was crouched at her feet, running his hand along her bare ankle. That was when I noticed she was bare foot and that her legs were slightly apart, her skirt very high on her thighs. Flashes of her face from earlier were springing up in my mind, her huge eyes when I looked up at her from her chest, her face when I was between those legs, looking up that skirt, she had been so embarrassed.

I leaned down next to Blaize, “you can’t be dead, you can’t be dead. I finally can have you. You can’t be dead, you can’t be dead…” he was murmuring under his breath. I dared a sideways glance at his face, his green eyes were huge, the black rims of his iris seemed to be thicker than usual and his face was ashen under his permanent tan. I had never seen him look this way before, and I didn’t like it.

His hand was running higher on her leg now, just up her calf and over her bended bloody knee. Spreading his fingers he leaned seeming to want to reach farther, to touch her deeper. Just as I was reaching out a hand to grab him and pull him back Snape stopped and giving him a cold glare slapped his hand away with his free hand, and continued on with his spells.

I heard a sharp intake of air and Hermione’s chest rose for the first time. Had she really not been breathing this whole time? How the hell was she even alive?

Her chest rising was the only sing that she was indeed in the land of the living, the rest of her body stayed where it was, as useless as before. Snape looked up at me darkly.

“Draco, help me with this, I didn’t train you in magical healing for nothing.” his voice was stern and commanding, his words quick and precise. I arose and walked around Hermione crouching once more this time across from my godfather, pulling my wand from my wrist sheath with one hand and smoothing her skirt down with the other, her skin so softy under the barest brushes of my fingertips. I began where Snape had left off before he continued with me, saving the head girls life.

‘Why are we saving the once thought to be know it all Mudblood?’ I thought to my self. The answer came from my godfather, planted directly in my brain from years of practice between the two of us.

’The dark lord did not mean to kill her, he was rash with her refusal to break. He needs her to lure Mr. Potter back to us. Also this new development in her blood status can not go unanswered.’ it was easy to talk between minds for us. He had started teaching me my fourth year, just after it had become known that the dark lord was indeed back, he needed me on his side and had begun training me. I was his and his alone I answered to no one else. Not my father, nor mother and definitely not the dark lord.

The spells seemed to be working as her hand was now twitching beside my knee, fingers flexing and relaxing in a rhythm not their own, it was in time to our chants.

I was watching her face now, her small bow lips were slowly regaining color, the blood dried and flaking away; leaving red, fresh skin beneath. I watched those lips part slowly, a small groan coming from between them, almost a word and yet indiscernible.

The chant came to a close and Hermione no longer looked so cold, so lifeless, so dead. She now looked as if she were only sleeping, which I’m sure was true, hopefully a dreamless abyss.

“Now that the girl is alive I want her to be watched. The moment she awakes I want to be made aware. I will know who she is, and she will tell me where to find the Potter Boy and with him his young friend. You Snape and young Mr. Malfoy I put you in charge of this girl.”

“But sir, it is I that would like to take care of her-” Zambini's voice came out in a rush, he was on his knees now, with his hands out, begging and unforgiving master.

“You dare interrupt me while I am speaking?!” His voice slithered and boomed through the hall once and all but Snape and I shuddered and cowered before him. “Crucio! You will learn, Mr. Zambini that your usefulness will be used up before long.” Blaize lay panting on the ground, his screams still echoing off of the enchanted ceiling. He had screamed from the first wave of pain to the last, ‘how had Hermione kept from screaming? How had she kept her composure until death?’

‘You noticed this as well Draco.’ his voice was just a whisper at the back of my mind.

‘Yes professor.’ he locked eyes for just a second but I pulled away first, pulling Hermione into my lap, cradling her head upon my thigh so I could cast scourify on her face, brush her hair away from her eyes. looking down in to her face, her eye lashes were so long, even now that her face was pale and clean with out the little bit of make up that she must have used that morning. 'Had she known that it would be this way? Had she even fathomed this possibility for her first day back?'

“As I was saying,” Blaizes whimpers could still be heard. “Severus, Mr. Malfoy, and you shall be in charge of the head girl; you will take care of her and nurse her back to health. How would it look that I let my precious head girl almost die? My pureblood, third of the golden trio, my golden girl, my new tool to the downfall of the muggle world. Now go. Take her to her quarters, Draco I want you to stay by her side and alert your headmaster of any and all changes.” he smiled then, and It was a horrible thing to see. His face had not known a smile in so long it seemed to be painful.

“She will be mine to do with as I please. I will own her one day and we shall destroy the world. Go.” He turned away then and the other death eaters followed their master, followed him out of the great hall. To where I didn’t care.