The Magic Mirror
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
10,010
Reviews:
29
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Currently Reading:
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Seeing Reason
Chapter Three
Draco waited for yet another elf with a tray of food that popped into the chambers Hermione now occupied. Not even half a minute passed before there was a predictable crashing sound.
Draco leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and sighed in frustration. Hermione had been rejecting everything - from the change of robes to the finest of foods since he transferred to the more comfortable quarters of the manor. That was two days ago. Two days have passed since the massacre that was supposed to be Hermione’s dream wedding.
~
After Draco apparated to the manor with an unconscious Hermione in his arms, he locked her in one of the less damp cells of the dungeon. Draco did not want to leave her there but he had to prepare Hermione’s new room.
After all, she was going to live with him for a long time, whether she liked it or not.
It took Draco longer than expected to return to her. However, the sight that greeted him once he was back horrified Draco more than anything else in his life did. Hermione’s body was lifelessly leaning against the bars of the cell with her eyes gently closed and her left wrist stretch out through the rusted iron - thinly slashed and the crimson blood dripping, drop by drop, creating a small red puddle that spread in different direction through the crevices in the dungeon floor.
Aghast, Draco leaped into action. Noisily, he opened the iron door and kneeled down in front of her. As gently as possible, Draco pulled Hermione’s ragged body against his own. Carefully, he examined Hermione’s left arm and with a flick of his wand, Draco sealed the slashed wrist. Once he was certain that she was indeed all right, Draco transferred Hermione to her new quarters.
~
Draco opened his eyes when the elf appeared in front of him. The poor creature, showered with noodles that were obviously meant for the distraught Gryffindor.
“The miss still refuses to eat, master.” The elf explained the obvious.
Praying for endurance, Draco let the elf return to its’ duties.
“She still refuses to see reason?” Lucius asked as he neared his son.
Draco glared at his father with annoyance. “Can you blame her?”
“No, I suppose I cannot.” Lucius admitted. “Losing the meaning of one’s whole existence does that to some I guess.”
“You guess? Father, Hermione witnessed her parents being murdered, for Merlin’s sake.”
“Be that as it may, the Rosiers want to see their long lost kin, Draco.” Lucius told his son. “Alec had dropped by again not too long ago, wanting to see his sister.”
“I won’t allow it.” Draco sneered.
“Oh?” Lucius smirked at his son. “And what, pray tell, are you going to do about it? Alec and his family have more rights over Hermione than we do, being her blood family and all. How can you override that law?”
“Marry her.” Draco answered seriously. “By becoming her husband I will have all the rights and authority that I would need to keep Hermione to myself. Since Hermione and I are of age, we do not need anyone’s permission to do as we please.”
“How Slytherin of you,” Lucius was amused for he knew his son better than anyone else did. “I do not think, however, that Hermione will agree to this union, especially not after her latest nuptials.”
“She’ll do as she’s told if she wants the remaining blood traitors to stay alive.”
“Blackmail? I don’t think that your bride-to-be will appreciate that.” Lucius said ironically.
“If I have to resort to that in order to get what I want, then so be it.” Draco turned from his father. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will go and do just that.”
“Do what?”
“Crucio one or two Weasleys.” Draco took out his wand and tapped the side of his head with its tip. “Seeing them suffer through a pensieve or the magic mirror should sway her to see reason.”
“Yes,” his father agreed.
“It is too bad that Ron had escaped. He would have been the first one I would crucio; a fine example indeed.”
“That is a blunt lie, Draco.” Seeing his son frown, Lucius elaborated. “You would have killed that weasel where he stood without any remorse for his family or his distraught ex-fiancé and you know it.”
“You know me too well, father.” Draco smirked at the truth of his father’s words as he continued to the dungeons where his unsuspecting victims waited in the darkness.
TBC...
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Draco waited for yet another elf with a tray of food that popped into the chambers Hermione now occupied. Not even half a minute passed before there was a predictable crashing sound.
Draco leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and sighed in frustration. Hermione had been rejecting everything - from the change of robes to the finest of foods since he transferred to the more comfortable quarters of the manor. That was two days ago. Two days have passed since the massacre that was supposed to be Hermione’s dream wedding.
~
After Draco apparated to the manor with an unconscious Hermione in his arms, he locked her in one of the less damp cells of the dungeon. Draco did not want to leave her there but he had to prepare Hermione’s new room.
After all, she was going to live with him for a long time, whether she liked it or not.
It took Draco longer than expected to return to her. However, the sight that greeted him once he was back horrified Draco more than anything else in his life did. Hermione’s body was lifelessly leaning against the bars of the cell with her eyes gently closed and her left wrist stretch out through the rusted iron - thinly slashed and the crimson blood dripping, drop by drop, creating a small red puddle that spread in different direction through the crevices in the dungeon floor.
Aghast, Draco leaped into action. Noisily, he opened the iron door and kneeled down in front of her. As gently as possible, Draco pulled Hermione’s ragged body against his own. Carefully, he examined Hermione’s left arm and with a flick of his wand, Draco sealed the slashed wrist. Once he was certain that she was indeed all right, Draco transferred Hermione to her new quarters.
~
Draco opened his eyes when the elf appeared in front of him. The poor creature, showered with noodles that were obviously meant for the distraught Gryffindor.
“The miss still refuses to eat, master.” The elf explained the obvious.
Praying for endurance, Draco let the elf return to its’ duties.
“She still refuses to see reason?” Lucius asked as he neared his son.
Draco glared at his father with annoyance. “Can you blame her?”
“No, I suppose I cannot.” Lucius admitted. “Losing the meaning of one’s whole existence does that to some I guess.”
“You guess? Father, Hermione witnessed her parents being murdered, for Merlin’s sake.”
“Be that as it may, the Rosiers want to see their long lost kin, Draco.” Lucius told his son. “Alec had dropped by again not too long ago, wanting to see his sister.”
“I won’t allow it.” Draco sneered.
“Oh?” Lucius smirked at his son. “And what, pray tell, are you going to do about it? Alec and his family have more rights over Hermione than we do, being her blood family and all. How can you override that law?”
“Marry her.” Draco answered seriously. “By becoming her husband I will have all the rights and authority that I would need to keep Hermione to myself. Since Hermione and I are of age, we do not need anyone’s permission to do as we please.”
“How Slytherin of you,” Lucius was amused for he knew his son better than anyone else did. “I do not think, however, that Hermione will agree to this union, especially not after her latest nuptials.”
“She’ll do as she’s told if she wants the remaining blood traitors to stay alive.”
“Blackmail? I don’t think that your bride-to-be will appreciate that.” Lucius said ironically.
“If I have to resort to that in order to get what I want, then so be it.” Draco turned from his father. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will go and do just that.”
“Do what?”
“Crucio one or two Weasleys.” Draco took out his wand and tapped the side of his head with its tip. “Seeing them suffer through a pensieve or the magic mirror should sway her to see reason.”
“Yes,” his father agreed.
“It is too bad that Ron had escaped. He would have been the first one I would crucio; a fine example indeed.”
“That is a blunt lie, Draco.” Seeing his son frown, Lucius elaborated. “You would have killed that weasel where he stood without any remorse for his family or his distraught ex-fiancé and you know it.”
“You know me too well, father.” Draco smirked at the truth of his father’s words as he continued to the dungeons where his unsuspecting victims waited in the darkness.
TBC...
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