Sins of the Father
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
15,081
Reviews:
71
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's Chapter Three. I hope you all enjoyed the cliffhanger! Hehe. Thanks to the lovely reviews, as always. This chapter is kind of small, again, but the next one is double the size, so yay! Enjoy!
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Doors all over the Burrow slammed open at the sound. Forgetting she was a witch, Hermione slid to the floor, her screams now becoming mangled breaths as she began hyperventilating. Her chest heaved as she laid on floor, attempting to drag some breath into her body, her mouth opening with no sound coming out.
The world had narrowed to a pitch black tunnel, with a point of focus directly in front of her. She was paying no attention to the amount of people now crowding the hallway. She didn’t care about any of that. How could she, when suddenly her nightmares were in the flesh and right in front of her?
Lucius Malfoy was standing directly in front of her with his wand in his hand.
She was paralyzed by fear and couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except that fear. All over again, it was happening all over again. How many of the Weasley’s were already dead? Did Voldemort already have Harry? None of that seemed to matter, as the monster from her nightmares was standing directly over her.
She saw him make a movement towards her and began to cower on the ground. Was he going to rape her on the floor of her best friend’s home?
“Please . . . don’t,” she groaned out, a quiet whisper that was barely heard.
“Don’t what?” He asked in a voice that wasn’t like the one she remembered. Something about him seemed different. His hair was shorter and, while she was sure that lust was Lucius Malfoy’s greatest vice, vanity wasn’t too far behind.
“Hermione? Hermione!” The familiar and comforting voice of her best friend and one-time crush seemed to pull her back from her personal void. The darkness around her vision began to recede and she blinked. She regained her eyesight after a second and looked to see where she was.
The worried faces of the Weasley family looked down at her, concern etched into every line on their faces, especially Ron’s. She noticed, grudgingly, that Ron seemed to be supporting Harry, who in turn was being supported by the man she had confused for Lucius Malfoy. It was a mistake anyone could have made in the dark hallway, particularly someone who had suffered so terribly at his hand. It was a mistake that would make her feel moronic as the days would pass.
His hair was definitely shorted, barely brushing the tops of his shoulders. His face also held expression, as it wasn’t the blank mask she knew Malfoy Senior wore on a day to day basis. His clothes were expensive, if just a little worn. His skin was paler then his father’s, making her believe that he took after his mother in that account, as she had been graced by Narcissa Malfoy’s presence once or twice. She shuddered at the thought, then caught his eyes.
Draco Malfoy was looking at her with genuine concern, a look she wasn’t used to seeing on those features. There was also sadness in his eyes, because he knew, he had to know, what Hermione had been through and why she had reacted so strongly to him. The look she had in her eyes, the fear that tainted the air, the tension in her body: all spoke to the pain and torture he had seen the Muggle women go through at the hands of his father and fellow Death Eaters
A groan shattered the silence as Harry began slipping in Ron and Draco’s hands. Everyone’s attention snapped back immediately to the trio of boys. Noise and chaos ensued as Molly and Ginny went to help Hermione from the ground, and Arthur and the twins went to help Harry.
“Come on, love. Let’s get you some hot chocolate and biscuits and then get you back to bed,” Molly gently said as she and her only daughter helped her from her position. She stood up shakily, clutching onto the two women as she turned and began walking down the hall.
Draco watched Hermione’s body retreating down the hallway, and then turned his attention back to the men helping Harry. Something nagged at his brain, however, and he quickly looked over his shoulder. Hermione’s eyes pierced through his as they locked their gazes. Sadness and pain shone through her eyes, making his stomach clench. He promised her with his eyes that he would make things right. He would cure her somehow, putting her back together. He was going to make amends and make her whole.
He was going to absolve the sins of the father.
*
Doors all over the Burrow slammed open at the sound. Forgetting she was a witch, Hermione slid to the floor, her screams now becoming mangled breaths as she began hyperventilating. Her chest heaved as she laid on floor, attempting to drag some breath into her body, her mouth opening with no sound coming out.
The world had narrowed to a pitch black tunnel, with a point of focus directly in front of her. She was paying no attention to the amount of people now crowding the hallway. She didn’t care about any of that. How could she, when suddenly her nightmares were in the flesh and right in front of her?
Lucius Malfoy was standing directly in front of her with his wand in his hand.
She was paralyzed by fear and couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except that fear. All over again, it was happening all over again. How many of the Weasley’s were already dead? Did Voldemort already have Harry? None of that seemed to matter, as the monster from her nightmares was standing directly over her.
She saw him make a movement towards her and began to cower on the ground. Was he going to rape her on the floor of her best friend’s home?
“Please . . . don’t,” she groaned out, a quiet whisper that was barely heard.
“Don’t what?” He asked in a voice that wasn’t like the one she remembered. Something about him seemed different. His hair was shorter and, while she was sure that lust was Lucius Malfoy’s greatest vice, vanity wasn’t too far behind.
“Hermione? Hermione!” The familiar and comforting voice of her best friend and one-time crush seemed to pull her back from her personal void. The darkness around her vision began to recede and she blinked. She regained her eyesight after a second and looked to see where she was.
The worried faces of the Weasley family looked down at her, concern etched into every line on their faces, especially Ron’s. She noticed, grudgingly, that Ron seemed to be supporting Harry, who in turn was being supported by the man she had confused for Lucius Malfoy. It was a mistake anyone could have made in the dark hallway, particularly someone who had suffered so terribly at his hand. It was a mistake that would make her feel moronic as the days would pass.
His hair was definitely shorted, barely brushing the tops of his shoulders. His face also held expression, as it wasn’t the blank mask she knew Malfoy Senior wore on a day to day basis. His clothes were expensive, if just a little worn. His skin was paler then his father’s, making her believe that he took after his mother in that account, as she had been graced by Narcissa Malfoy’s presence once or twice. She shuddered at the thought, then caught his eyes.
Draco Malfoy was looking at her with genuine concern, a look she wasn’t used to seeing on those features. There was also sadness in his eyes, because he knew, he had to know, what Hermione had been through and why she had reacted so strongly to him. The look she had in her eyes, the fear that tainted the air, the tension in her body: all spoke to the pain and torture he had seen the Muggle women go through at the hands of his father and fellow Death Eaters
A groan shattered the silence as Harry began slipping in Ron and Draco’s hands. Everyone’s attention snapped back immediately to the trio of boys. Noise and chaos ensued as Molly and Ginny went to help Hermione from the ground, and Arthur and the twins went to help Harry.
“Come on, love. Let’s get you some hot chocolate and biscuits and then get you back to bed,” Molly gently said as she and her only daughter helped her from her position. She stood up shakily, clutching onto the two women as she turned and began walking down the hall.
Draco watched Hermione’s body retreating down the hallway, and then turned his attention back to the men helping Harry. Something nagged at his brain, however, and he quickly looked over his shoulder. Hermione’s eyes pierced through his as they locked their gazes. Sadness and pain shone through her eyes, making his stomach clench. He promised her with his eyes that he would make things right. He would cure her somehow, putting her back together. He was going to make amends and make her whole.
He was going to absolve the sins of the father.