The Scorpions Kiss
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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20
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7,657
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7
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 18
I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy unfortunately for me. This is a DARK chapter so I’m warning you now.
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Chapter 18- Into the Mouth Of The Beast
Draco plucked the parchment off Hedwig’s talon and savagely opened the letter not wanting to waste a precious second in his search for his beautiful Hermione. Ginny had appeared at Hogwart's after Harry had asked her to watch Scorpius. She had spared no time in getting there and Draco with his son safe and sound was prepared and ready to leave for Romania.
Malfoy,
This is such terrible news. I can only imagine how you are feeling right now. In answer to your question, the graveyard is located in a tiny town called Bolsheven, fifty miles east of Transylvania. Please wait for us we are on our way to you, we have assembled all of our best Aurors. Do not go this alone; wait for us this isn’t a job for one wizard.
Best,
Harry
Draco crumpled the letter up and threw it on the ground. He left their bedroom, glancing at the wedding picture that moved, depicting a scene of the couple kissing at the alter, a tear running down his cheek as he departed the castle.
“Professor Malfoy?” Remmey was standing behind him.
“Yeah?” Draco turned.
“I found this; I thought you would like it back.” Remmey held Draco’s Firebolt in his hands and he passed it to Draco who took it as if he was seeing a friend come back from the dead.
“It landed in a hay cart about a mile down the way sir.” Remmey said with a smile on his face.
“Remmey, you just earned yourself an Outstanding on your O.W.L.” and Remmey grinned as Draco made his exit.
Draco had no intention of waiting for Harry Potter. He was never a team player, he was a solo act and he could not sit on his hands and do nothing, waiting for Harry and the others to arrive. He would leave now and arrive first in time to spare Hermione a fate worse then death, he hoped. He made his way to Honeyduke’s and then spun on his feet and in a pop he was standing on a cold , dark, narrow street next to a sign that said Bolsheven 5 km. He hopped on his broom uncaring as to anyone seeing him flying by broom as he made his way up the dirt road that Harry and Ron had once trekked through the cold, dank night.
Hermione lay on the cold floor of the crypt. Her tears froze as they hit the ground as she lay huddled in a trembling mass of hysteria in the cold dark crypt. One minute she had been happily strolling down the grounds of Hogwart's and the next careening through the air at high velocities, dangling like a piece of meat to be dried and cured, and Draco, Draco had fallen to his death. Her beautiful man with his soft white blond hair and his devastatingly handsome piercing silver eyes, had died trying to save her. She let out an animalistic moan from the depths of her soul and lay her head back down on the cold icy ground.
“Just kill me now,” she said aloud. “I have nothing left to fight for,” and then she remembered the little boy. The little boy with his loving arms and his smile that warmed her heart like a glass of butterbeer, her little boy, the only thing left of the husband she loved so deeply. Scorpius. She would live for Scorpius, yes she would live. She held her hand close to her heart, twisting the wedding band on her finger around in circles, waiting, for her chance. She suddenly felt sick and she leaned over and vomited in her tomb then lay back down against the wall now, her back stinging in pain as the rock cut into her naked back, drawing blood. What was she wearing? It was so dark she could not see the hand in front of her face let alone what she had on or didn’t have on as it seemed. A light suddenly shone in the distance and she heard voices approaching her. Hermione covered her face as the light shined in her eyes brightly.
“Is this the mudblood, bitch Lucius?” A female voice spoke with a Romanian accent.
“Yes this is her, Hermione Granger, enjoying your tomb dear?” Lucius Malfoy said in his snobby, pureblood voice.
“Oh yes, it is quite a luxury for a mudblood like myself. Loads better then my normal accommodations.” Hermione spat back watching Lucius’s face turn to ice.
He approached her and swung his arm in backhanded fashion striking Hermione hard across the face, her whole body being thrown to the side.
“Let that be a lesson to you Mudblood.” And Lucius recoiled.
“She’s a feisty one no doubt.” The female voice of Isabella said as she hovered over Hermione’s cold body, a slight whimper coming from Hermione now as she sank back against the wall. Isabella noticed the small droplets of blood on Hermione’s back and licked at Hermione's back softly and then gently sucking at her open wound. Hermione moved away frightened, her heart racing now.
“And this is the one he chose?” Isabella turned to face Lucius again.
“Yes, though I cannot fathom why. Maybe the mudbloods are dirty whores in the bedroom. I’m so glad you found a use for yourself Miss Granger.”Lucius said in his usual upper crust, chilly tone.
“Malfoy,” Hermione said quietly.
“What are you babbling on about Mudblood?” Lucius was interested again.
“I just said……. Malfoy,” Hermione whispered.
“Don’t play coy with me mudblood. I know you said Malfoy, the question is why damn it!?” Lucius grabbed Hermione’s hair by her forehead and jerked her up, her whole body being brought to her feet as she grimaced in pain. Lucius shined the light into her eyes once again and Hermione turned her gaze downwards.
“My name is Hermione Malfoy.” Hermione sputtered.
A huge wicked grin appeared on Lucius Malfoy’s face as he leaned in ever so close to Hermione’s soft tear soaked face.
“Not for long, mudblood.” He struck her again this time an uppercut to her chin and her head rolled back, knocking her unconscious.
“Isabella this news that my failure of a son has married the mudblood only enhances our plan. He will surely come to her rescue now…. Just as I had told you Mistress.” The room went dark again as Hermione lay motionless on the cold ground of the crypt.
“Yes Lucius you are right…I sense him drawing near. He is almost here. It won’t be long now.” Isabella and Lucius moved the rock against the tomb and waited for their unsuspecting guest to arrive.
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Chapter 18- Into the Mouth Of The Beast
Draco plucked the parchment off Hedwig’s talon and savagely opened the letter not wanting to waste a precious second in his search for his beautiful Hermione. Ginny had appeared at Hogwart's after Harry had asked her to watch Scorpius. She had spared no time in getting there and Draco with his son safe and sound was prepared and ready to leave for Romania.
Malfoy,
This is such terrible news. I can only imagine how you are feeling right now. In answer to your question, the graveyard is located in a tiny town called Bolsheven, fifty miles east of Transylvania. Please wait for us we are on our way to you, we have assembled all of our best Aurors. Do not go this alone; wait for us this isn’t a job for one wizard.
Best,
Harry
Draco crumpled the letter up and threw it on the ground. He left their bedroom, glancing at the wedding picture that moved, depicting a scene of the couple kissing at the alter, a tear running down his cheek as he departed the castle.
“Professor Malfoy?” Remmey was standing behind him.
“Yeah?” Draco turned.
“I found this; I thought you would like it back.” Remmey held Draco’s Firebolt in his hands and he passed it to Draco who took it as if he was seeing a friend come back from the dead.
“It landed in a hay cart about a mile down the way sir.” Remmey said with a smile on his face.
“Remmey, you just earned yourself an Outstanding on your O.W.L.” and Remmey grinned as Draco made his exit.
Draco had no intention of waiting for Harry Potter. He was never a team player, he was a solo act and he could not sit on his hands and do nothing, waiting for Harry and the others to arrive. He would leave now and arrive first in time to spare Hermione a fate worse then death, he hoped. He made his way to Honeyduke’s and then spun on his feet and in a pop he was standing on a cold , dark, narrow street next to a sign that said Bolsheven 5 km. He hopped on his broom uncaring as to anyone seeing him flying by broom as he made his way up the dirt road that Harry and Ron had once trekked through the cold, dank night.
Hermione lay on the cold floor of the crypt. Her tears froze as they hit the ground as she lay huddled in a trembling mass of hysteria in the cold dark crypt. One minute she had been happily strolling down the grounds of Hogwart's and the next careening through the air at high velocities, dangling like a piece of meat to be dried and cured, and Draco, Draco had fallen to his death. Her beautiful man with his soft white blond hair and his devastatingly handsome piercing silver eyes, had died trying to save her. She let out an animalistic moan from the depths of her soul and lay her head back down on the cold icy ground.
“Just kill me now,” she said aloud. “I have nothing left to fight for,” and then she remembered the little boy. The little boy with his loving arms and his smile that warmed her heart like a glass of butterbeer, her little boy, the only thing left of the husband she loved so deeply. Scorpius. She would live for Scorpius, yes she would live. She held her hand close to her heart, twisting the wedding band on her finger around in circles, waiting, for her chance. She suddenly felt sick and she leaned over and vomited in her tomb then lay back down against the wall now, her back stinging in pain as the rock cut into her naked back, drawing blood. What was she wearing? It was so dark she could not see the hand in front of her face let alone what she had on or didn’t have on as it seemed. A light suddenly shone in the distance and she heard voices approaching her. Hermione covered her face as the light shined in her eyes brightly.
“Is this the mudblood, bitch Lucius?” A female voice spoke with a Romanian accent.
“Yes this is her, Hermione Granger, enjoying your tomb dear?” Lucius Malfoy said in his snobby, pureblood voice.
“Oh yes, it is quite a luxury for a mudblood like myself. Loads better then my normal accommodations.” Hermione spat back watching Lucius’s face turn to ice.
He approached her and swung his arm in backhanded fashion striking Hermione hard across the face, her whole body being thrown to the side.
“Let that be a lesson to you Mudblood.” And Lucius recoiled.
“She’s a feisty one no doubt.” The female voice of Isabella said as she hovered over Hermione’s cold body, a slight whimper coming from Hermione now as she sank back against the wall. Isabella noticed the small droplets of blood on Hermione’s back and licked at Hermione's back softly and then gently sucking at her open wound. Hermione moved away frightened, her heart racing now.
“And this is the one he chose?” Isabella turned to face Lucius again.
“Yes, though I cannot fathom why. Maybe the mudbloods are dirty whores in the bedroom. I’m so glad you found a use for yourself Miss Granger.”Lucius said in his usual upper crust, chilly tone.
“Malfoy,” Hermione said quietly.
“What are you babbling on about Mudblood?” Lucius was interested again.
“I just said……. Malfoy,” Hermione whispered.
“Don’t play coy with me mudblood. I know you said Malfoy, the question is why damn it!?” Lucius grabbed Hermione’s hair by her forehead and jerked her up, her whole body being brought to her feet as she grimaced in pain. Lucius shined the light into her eyes once again and Hermione turned her gaze downwards.
“My name is Hermione Malfoy.” Hermione sputtered.
A huge wicked grin appeared on Lucius Malfoy’s face as he leaned in ever so close to Hermione’s soft tear soaked face.
“Not for long, mudblood.” He struck her again this time an uppercut to her chin and her head rolled back, knocking her unconscious.
“Isabella this news that my failure of a son has married the mudblood only enhances our plan. He will surely come to her rescue now…. Just as I had told you Mistress.” The room went dark again as Hermione lay motionless on the cold ground of the crypt.
“Yes Lucius you are right…I sense him drawing near. He is almost here. It won’t be long now.” Isabella and Lucius moved the rock against the tomb and waited for their unsuspecting guest to arrive.