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Daughter of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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8,684
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13
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Remember
Author Name: LordOfTheFallen
Author Email: GabeandEverEver@organizedchange.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The deepest evil resides in the purest hearts. Only those who have known the light of good can become the vilest demons. This is a lesson that Hermione Granger has learned well, as she lives her life as a spy for the dark while desperately ng tng to maintain her façade as a creature of the light. Can Draco, son of the most malevolent Death Eater ever to be created, help Hermione find the part of her soul that was ripped away, while keeping her already fragile sanity intact?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Lyrics belong to Disturbed and their various affiliates.
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Chapter Two: Remember
Sensation washes over me
I can\'t describe it
Pain I felt so long ago
I don\'t remember
Tear a hole so I can see
My devastation
Feelings from so long ago
I don\'t remember
Holding on, to let them know
What\'s given to me
To hide behind
The masks tis time
And try to believe
-Remember, by Disturbed
Draco was shaken awake roughly and his grey eyes fluttered open to see Hermione\'s hand digging into his shoulder. She was in her school robes now, and for the first time in his memory he saw she looked uncomfortable in the clothes. When she saw him open his eyes, she let go and raised an eyebrow, a small smirk coming across her features. Her amusement did not help the ache that had started between his temples. Draco stood up and gra his his robes from his suitcase, noting that the witch\'s empty eyes followed him.
\"Looking for something?\" He asked, turning his gaze away from hers, unable to handle that stare.
\"No, not at all.\" Hermione answered and looked to the window, leaving the Head Boy to his musings.
He quickly went into the changing car and switched out his clothing, flattening out wrinkles with his hands and looking at himself in the mirror. He had finally stopped putting obscene amounts of gel in his white-blonde hair, and let it grow out a little bit over the summer until it had reached a bit below his shoulders. The wizard tied it in a ponytail quickly with a black silk ribbon in his pocket, not wanting to deal with the hair in his eyes.
Eyes.
That word made him think of Hermione, who seemed like an empty shell now. Why? He knew of the rape, but surely she would have told Potter and Weasley when she had recovered some, right? Somehow he wasn\'t sure. If they had known, they probably would have argued with the Headmaster for the privilege to guard her in the Head Boy and Girl\'s car in case the \'Death Eater Spawn\' tried something. Gods, he never would. He was not a monster, no matter what they thought. His father wanted to make him one, but Draco wouldn\'t allow it. He saw Voldemort for what he truly was, a madman who had somehow gained an immense amount of power. Truly the immortals in the heavens had to be cruel to allow such a thing to happen.
He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but knew in his gut that she wouldn\'t answer. That moment when she smiled must have looked genuine to the Headmaster, but he saw it as an empty mask, trying to conceal what had happen to make her so...he shook his head finding he could not come up with a word for it. Walking back into the car, he saw that Hermione had gone and then realized the train had stopped. Damn! Draco rushed out of the train and saw her dark brown locks as she walked into Hogwarts, the noise of her boots drowned out by al the the other students.
He caught up to her and tugged on her sleeve a little. Hermione smiled and he said nothing for a moment as suddenly she looked like her old self. \"Need something, Draco?\" She said, prompting him to speak. The Head Boy bit his lip and finally said something. \"Why didn\'t you tell me when the train stopped, Hermione? Trying to make me late?\" The witch shrugged. \"I thought you\'d be smart enough to notice. It\'s what got you this position isn\'t it?\"
She did have a point.
\"Alright, you got me there.\" He was about to say more, but Harry and Ron had rushed over to Hermione the instant they caught sight of her. \"Shove off, Malfoy.\" The red-head spat. Well, his feelings obviously haven\'t changed, Draco thought. The Head Girl made a face at her friend. \"Ron, be nice. Can\'t you at least try to make peace our last year?\" Ron looked as if even the thought of the idea made him sick, but he didn\'t say anything else to Draco. It was a start. So easy to manipulate, Hermione mused. He was right... A deep shudder ran down her spine. Don\'t think of him! Everyone could be using Legilimens, looking for Death Eaters! Her paranoia made her silent, answering any of her compatriots\' questions with nods or shakes of her head. She felt herself fall into a memory, the myriad sounds around her fading.
\"Remember this, my darkness.\"
\"Of course, my Lord.\" She whispered, voice ragged from screams that the Crucio curse had ripped from her. Hermione, no His Darkness, dares not look up at her master\'s face. He would see the tears in her eyes, and that was unforgiviable.
\"Never think of me.\" Voldemort\'s wand pointed at her once more, and this she knew for in the silence of the dungeon His Darkness could hear the wood move in the air, so silent was the rest of the world.
\"Crucio.\" He whispered, and a familiar agony tore open old pains she she gasped, fighting not to cry out.
\"Yes, my Lord.\" His Darkness hissed through her, using every ounce of will not to scream.
\"Never think of me.\"
And so it continued. For how long she knew not, only the agony and those four words...
Never think of me...
\"Yes, my Lord.\" She whispered, and Harry blinked. \"What, Hermione?\" Hermione, Hermione...her! The witch grinned at her friend. \"Nothing, Harry. Just thinking aloud.\" Obviously satisfied with this explanation, the dark-haired boy began speaking at length about a Quidditche wie with Ron. The girl fought not to laugh. Thinking of Quidditch, are we Potter? He was right, you are clueless.
Not even smart enough to realize that his death lay within the one who walked next to him, silent and empty.
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Author Email: GabeandEverEver@organizedchange.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The deepest evil resides in the purest hearts. Only those who have known the light of good can become the vilest demons. This is a lesson that Hermione Granger has learned well, as she lives her life as a spy for the dark while desperately ng tng to maintain her façade as a creature of the light. Can Draco, son of the most malevolent Death Eater ever to be created, help Hermione find the part of her soul that was ripped away, while keeping her already fragile sanity intact?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Lyrics belong to Disturbed and their various affiliates.
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Chapter Two: Remember
Sensation washes over me
I can\'t describe it
Pain I felt so long ago
I don\'t remember
Tear a hole so I can see
My devastation
Feelings from so long ago
I don\'t remember
Holding on, to let them know
What\'s given to me
To hide behind
The masks tis time
And try to believe
-Remember, by Disturbed
Draco was shaken awake roughly and his grey eyes fluttered open to see Hermione\'s hand digging into his shoulder. She was in her school robes now, and for the first time in his memory he saw she looked uncomfortable in the clothes. When she saw him open his eyes, she let go and raised an eyebrow, a small smirk coming across her features. Her amusement did not help the ache that had started between his temples. Draco stood up and gra his his robes from his suitcase, noting that the witch\'s empty eyes followed him.
\"Looking for something?\" He asked, turning his gaze away from hers, unable to handle that stare.
\"No, not at all.\" Hermione answered and looked to the window, leaving the Head Boy to his musings.
He quickly went into the changing car and switched out his clothing, flattening out wrinkles with his hands and looking at himself in the mirror. He had finally stopped putting obscene amounts of gel in his white-blonde hair, and let it grow out a little bit over the summer until it had reached a bit below his shoulders. The wizard tied it in a ponytail quickly with a black silk ribbon in his pocket, not wanting to deal with the hair in his eyes.
Eyes.
That word made him think of Hermione, who seemed like an empty shell now. Why? He knew of the rape, but surely she would have told Potter and Weasley when she had recovered some, right? Somehow he wasn\'t sure. If they had known, they probably would have argued with the Headmaster for the privilege to guard her in the Head Boy and Girl\'s car in case the \'Death Eater Spawn\' tried something. Gods, he never would. He was not a monster, no matter what they thought. His father wanted to make him one, but Draco wouldn\'t allow it. He saw Voldemort for what he truly was, a madman who had somehow gained an immense amount of power. Truly the immortals in the heavens had to be cruel to allow such a thing to happen.
He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but knew in his gut that she wouldn\'t answer. That moment when she smiled must have looked genuine to the Headmaster, but he saw it as an empty mask, trying to conceal what had happen to make her so...he shook his head finding he could not come up with a word for it. Walking back into the car, he saw that Hermione had gone and then realized the train had stopped. Damn! Draco rushed out of the train and saw her dark brown locks as she walked into Hogwarts, the noise of her boots drowned out by al the the other students.
He caught up to her and tugged on her sleeve a little. Hermione smiled and he said nothing for a moment as suddenly she looked like her old self. \"Need something, Draco?\" She said, prompting him to speak. The Head Boy bit his lip and finally said something. \"Why didn\'t you tell me when the train stopped, Hermione? Trying to make me late?\" The witch shrugged. \"I thought you\'d be smart enough to notice. It\'s what got you this position isn\'t it?\"
She did have a point.
\"Alright, you got me there.\" He was about to say more, but Harry and Ron had rushed over to Hermione the instant they caught sight of her. \"Shove off, Malfoy.\" The red-head spat. Well, his feelings obviously haven\'t changed, Draco thought. The Head Girl made a face at her friend. \"Ron, be nice. Can\'t you at least try to make peace our last year?\" Ron looked as if even the thought of the idea made him sick, but he didn\'t say anything else to Draco. It was a start. So easy to manipulate, Hermione mused. He was right... A deep shudder ran down her spine. Don\'t think of him! Everyone could be using Legilimens, looking for Death Eaters! Her paranoia made her silent, answering any of her compatriots\' questions with nods or shakes of her head. She felt herself fall into a memory, the myriad sounds around her fading.
\"Remember this, my darkness.\"
\"Of course, my Lord.\" She whispered, voice ragged from screams that the Crucio curse had ripped from her. Hermione, no His Darkness, dares not look up at her master\'s face. He would see the tears in her eyes, and that was unforgiviable.
\"Never think of me.\" Voldemort\'s wand pointed at her once more, and this she knew for in the silence of the dungeon His Darkness could hear the wood move in the air, so silent was the rest of the world.
\"Crucio.\" He whispered, and a familiar agony tore open old pains she she gasped, fighting not to cry out.
\"Yes, my Lord.\" His Darkness hissed through her, using every ounce of will not to scream.
\"Never think of me.\"
And so it continued. For how long she knew not, only the agony and those four words...
Never think of me...
\"Yes, my Lord.\" She whispered, and Harry blinked. \"What, Hermione?\" Hermione, Hermione...her! The witch grinned at her friend. \"Nothing, Harry. Just thinking aloud.\" Obviously satisfied with this explanation, the dark-haired boy began speaking at length about a Quidditche wie with Ron. The girl fought not to laugh. Thinking of Quidditch, are we Potter? He was right, you are clueless.
Not even smart enough to realize that his death lay within the one who walked next to him, silent and empty.
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