Days Beyond

Here's a nice long chapter for ya (for me anyway)



Thank you all so much for the reviews, I'm having lots of fun writing these stories.



No lemons (is that Draco/Mione???) in this chappie, but it needs to move along a bit. So, here ya go!



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Hermione Apparated them directly into the bedroom of her childhood home.



“You know, I could stay with you until your parents come home. I hate the thought of you here, all alone, with nothing to do and no one to keep an eye on you” He teased as he ran his finger up and down her shoulder to her elbow, grasping her hand in his.



Hermione laughed, “Oh please, now you sound like my parents. I can take care of myself you know. Besides, I have lots to do to keep me busy before they come home.”



“I know what you can do that would pass the time pleasurably” he leaned into her neck and nibbled on her lobe seductively.



Goose bumps graced her flesh, her eyes half closing at the sensation as her head tilted giving him easier access.



“As much as I don’t want to stop you love, I must”



Sighing, he pulled away from her slowly, hooking his arms around her waist, looking deep into her warm brown passion filled eyes.



“Well, when can I see you again? You know I’ll go insane until I can touch you. Kiss you. Make love to you.” Draco admitted.



“I’ll tell you what. Let me straighten up around here and you can come over tomorrow for dinner” she graced him with a wide smile as she saw his eyes light up with joy.



“I’ll make you a scrumptious meal and we can watch a movie” She gave him a quick peck on the nose and backed away from his tightening grip.



“Now go, before we get side tracked, again” she laughed at his pout then watched him disappear, but not before giving her an impish wink and a promise to see her very soon.



~*~



Okay, so she had been home for a whole 2 hours. Crookshanks had given her an earful when she walked into the kitchen to find the cat food bag had been knocked over and the bottom ripped out unceremoniously.



“Hey, you obviously didn’t starve, so stop yelling at me” she laughed as she scooted him up in her arms.



She had cleaned the kitchen, the living room, retrieved the mail and mowed the lawn. What else was there to do? It was nearing 8:00 and the sun was slowly setting, telling her that the day was coming to an end.



“A nice long bath sounds lovely to me” she traipsed upstairs as her mind went over the events of the last week. Just as she passed her room, she heard the familiar pecking at her window and looked out to see Pigwidgeon tapping furiously at her window.



Opening the window to let him in, the ‘graceful’ owl zoomed around in fitful circles above her head before crash landing on her desk, knocking over the lamp and several books.



“Hold still, you git” She grasped the parchment from its leg before it hopped out of the window and took off. Shaking her head at Ron’s hyper owl, she unrolled the parchment to find Harry’s messy scrawl.



Dearest Hermione,



We hope your summer is well so far. Please say hello to your folks for us.

Sorry we haven’t written sooner.



We wanted to tell you before we left that Ginny, myself, Ron & Luna are heading out for a small vacation. You need not worry about us, but in case you tried to reach us and couldn’t get a hold of us we thought we should let you know.



We’ll all get together when we get back. Take care.



Lots of love,

Harry



‘Well, fine then, don’t ask. I have better things to do anyway than watch the two of you snog the faces off your girlfriends.’



Inside Hermione was actually grateful. She knew Ron and Luna would eventually get together and maybe this would be good for all of them, especially since she had had such a wonderful week with Draco. Oh, all hell would break loose if they knew what kind of vacation she already had. A blush rising to her cheeks at some of the more ‘erotic’ memories.



They had all known that after school their lives would change greatly. They would get jobs, their own places to live, they wouldn’t see each other as often and they all had agreed to at least keep in touch and try not to lose their close friendship.



Dropping the note on her desk she made her way to the bathroom. Turning on the taps and slowly undressing, she stepped into the hot bath and relaxed into the soothing warmth it brought her.



Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone in the house. Hearing the water turn on alerted the intruder to her whereabouts instantly. Knowing he had to make it look like more than just a kidnapping, he rifled through the den quietly, then went into the living room and pulled out the stereo system and television from the wood cabinet in the center of the wall. He placed the objects on the back porch before he went back into the dining room and found a large silver setting housed in the china cabinet.

Taking his findings to the large black van parked a few driveways down the back alley.

Grabbing his knife and placing it in the holster on his belt and tucking the rope into one of his larger jacket pockets, he reached into the glove box for the small brown bottle and cloth then he silently made his way back to the house.

Looking around one last time before entering the home to be sure no one was out for a late night walk or taking their trash out, he made his way through the back door.

He quietly crept up the steps as he heard the water turn off. Only the slow dripping of the water falling into the tub filled the hallway.

The door was slightly ajar, just enough for the intruder to see Hermione’s reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were covered with a light pink wash cloth and her arms were resting on the edges of the tub. Good, he would have the element of surprise, and hopefully, if he acted fast enough, the washcloth would never need to be removed.



Reaching his hand out to push the door open ever so slowly, holding his breath, steadying himself to walk in silently when a shrill noise pierced his ears.



The phone was ringing. Stepping backwards quickly and quietly he moved into a doorway furthest away from the ringing. Listening intently he heard the swoosh of the water, she was stepping out of the tub. Light spilled out into the now darkened hallway as the sun had set. Watching the woman move away from him and into the room at the end of the hallway, he waited patiently for her to answer the phone.



“Hello?”



“Hey mom, what’s going on? . . . . Oh, okay then, . . .No, I’m fine. . . . Yes, I’m sure. . . . That’s okay, have a great time and I’ll see you when you get back, okay, . . . .I love you too”



He could only hear one end of the conversation but knew from her words that the call was ending. This was his chance. Stepping out of the doorway he silently made his way down the hall, pulling the bottle and cloth out of his pocket. Carefully removing the lid, he placed the cloth over the opening and tipped it generously, soaking the cloth thoroughly. It would not do for her to wake up in the middle of transport.



He reached the bedroom door just as she was placing the phone back upon its cradle. Stepping directly behind her he reached up with his right hand and covered her face while grabbing her body tightly with his left arm to keep her from struggling.



Hermione was instantly shrouded in darkness and a sick sweetened smell covered her senses. Feeling a large hand grip her waist painfully she instinctively clawed at the hand over her face, trying to pry it loose. Suddenly she began to feel very dizzy and all of her strength left her body as the darkness consumed her. Her hands dropped lifelessly to her sides as her knees gave out and she fell against her predator.



“That’s it sweet, sleep for me” came a thick whisper in her ear. He kissed her temple and ground his hips into her backside, instantly hard at the thought of this young naked woman in his arms, covered in only a towel, which was only being held up by his hand around her waist now.



Looking at the clock on the table next to the phone he cursed as he realized he needed to call his contact. She would only be out for a few short hours and he still needed a location to meet the man who requested this prize within his arms.



Laying her down on the bed he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the number.



“Yes?” answered the grave voice on the other end.



“I’ve got the package, where do you want it?”



“meet me in 30 minutes, untainted!”



Growling at not being allowed to use such a sweet looking victim he hung up the phone, jamming it back into his pocket.



Given explicit directions on where the man should go, he wrapped Hermione up in the comforter on the bed, raided the jewelry box on the mahogany dresser, picked up the cargo and made his way downstairs.



Chancing a look outside, listening for any sounds. The night was quiet, not a soul was out. Slowly making his way out the door, careful not to trip on the blanket draping the ground, he made his way towards the van. Opening the door and dropping the body on the hard flooring, he slammed the door and got into the van, speeding off to his destination.



~*~



Draco closed up the rest of the mansion ready to go to Malfoy Manor. He had told his mother he would stop in after his travels. It had been almost two weeks since he’d seen her, and he knew she worried for him. He loved his mother very much and didn’t want her to worry about him, she had much bigger things to worry about. Like his father. He grew to hate his father over the past few years. He used to idolize him, seeing him rise to the top of the wizarding world with his money and influences.



Until one night after one of their revelries.



His father had come home late that night, with his mother in tow, bleeding from her sides and head. His father hadn’t noticed Draco hiding in the shadows as he watched his father all but drag his mother into her room and slamming the door. All he could hear for the rest of the night were her cries of pain and begging for mercy. Draco had run to his room and covered his ears. Why would his father be hurting his mother? He didn’t understand, he thought he loved her. The next morning at breakfast his father seemed in a very foul mood. His mother was not there. Wondering what had happened the night before Draco tried to talk to him, hopefully he would tell him what had happened to his mother.



“Father, is mother coming down this morning?”



“No, you are not to worry about your mother. She is ill, and you will stay away from her” Never once looking at his son his eyes stayed focused on the paper in front of him as he finished his meal. Standing abruptly and stalking out of the dining room, kicking an elf on the way out, he made his way to his study and slammed the door.



It was three days before he had seen his mother. She looked as beautiful as ever, her blonde hair gracing her shoulders as she entered the dining room. Her back straight and her head held high. The smile on her face eased Draco’s worry, until he looked into her eyes. Her eyes betrayed the haughty appearance she was displaying. The sadness of them almost made him weep for his mother.



“Mother, are you feeling well again?” He asked, reaching for her hand.



“I am fine Draco, you need not worry about me” She squeezed his hand, gave him a small smile that did not reach her eyes and proceeded to eat her breakfast as if it were just another day.



As time passed, he had witnessed several of these evenings, unaware to Lucius of course. One night, he followed them to her room, placing his ear upon the door he listened carefully.



“Lucius please” he heard his mother begging again. “Please, I do not want to go back. I can’t take it anymore, please” she was sobbing against the man’s chest, her hands gripping tightly at his robes.



“ ‘Cissa, you know I cannot leave you here. They will question your loyalty to me and I will not have it. You will be by my side at every meeting, do you understand me?”



She nodded weakly and laid back down on her bed, turning away from her husband and curling up into a ball.



Draco stepped away from the door as he heard footsteps approaching. Hiding behind a large statue he watched his father stalk down the hallway and into his study, slamming the door behind him.

Draco cautiously made his way into his mother’s room, closing the door behind him. He saw his mother on her bed, looking so small and fragile. He reached a hand out to her, gently caressing her shoulder. She was asleep. He lay down next to her, listening to her even breathing as his mind contemplated something that should never be done, especially to your own mother. But he needed to know, and he knew his parents would never divulge the secrets of their weekly outings to him, a boy of 15.

Steeling himself against the voice in his head that told him to flee, he reached across his mother, placing his hands on her temples, closing his eyes he breathed in deep and concentrated.



Visions assaulted his mind. Black robes. A dark dungeon. Large tables. Screams. Laughing voices. Blood.



Pulling away before he saw anymore, he fled to the bathroom and retched violently. He had seen his mother being hurt, beaten and raped by several men as others watched gleefully. She was not the only one, he recognized other wives as well. All of them pureblood. What were they doing? Why? Why would his father let that happen to his own wife. But then he knew. The answer came to him clearly. He followed a leader so sick and twisted, so perverse that he actually wanted to please this man and it made Draco sick. Lucius had willingly given his own wife to this sick bastard and was pleased to do so.



Retching again, only to dry heave his eyes watered as the images he had seen were burned into his mind. Never again would he allow his father to hurt his mother. Fury raged behind his eyes as he washed his face, rinsed his mouth of the foul bile. That man would never again get the chance to harm his mother. He would see to it.



Draco shook his head at the memories. He had stood up to his father the next night, telling him he would not allow him to take his mother, defiance clearly etched upon the young boys face. His father merely laughed and crucio’d him repeatedly, telling him it was not his business. He had yet to understand the workings of the older wizards as he was merely but a boy. Leaving his son lying on the floor in a pile of his own bodily fluids, he made his way to Narcissa’s room.



Draco could hear the fight through his frazzled brain. Pushing up onto his hands and knees he crawled towards his mother’s bedroom, intent on stopping his father. Before he could make it halfway down the hall, he heard a loud crash and a blood curdling scream. Rising as quickly as possible he limped towards the doorway, to find his mother kneeling above his father with a knife pressed to his throat.



“I will NEVER attend another meeting with you. If you so mush as try to take me, I WILL kill you”



Lucius looked upon his wife, blood streaming into his blazing eyes.



That was the last time his mother ever went to another meeting.





Looking around the mansion, Draco stepped into the fireplace and yelled “Malfoy Manor” and disappeared into the green flames.



~*~



Hermione was awoken by the sledgehammer repeatedly pounding on the back of her head and the full bladder screaming for release. Trying to sit up she realized she was unable to move. Her hands were tied to her sides, her ankles were strapped down, unable to move her panic rose within her quickly. Breathing erratically she tried to scream, no sound came out. Tears filled her eyes as the darkness consumed her once again.



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“Master Malfoy, we have her. She is in place as you requested” the man spoke quickly, wanting nothing better than to leave and never grace this household ever again. He knew nothing good could come of this and he wanted no more part of this. Their side had lost and yet, here he was, working with the one man who refused to succumb to the realization that the Dark Lord was no more and anyone who continued on their dark path would soon find themselves in Azkaban had the Ministry ever found out.



“Leave me, your services will be rewarded greatly as promised” Lucius left his study and made his way for the dungeons, to see his prized possession.



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A/N: Okay, I'm having a hard time with this chapter. I needed to get a lot of info out there, but re-wrote it like 3 times before I finally said "to hell with it" and posted it. So, if you don't like it, feel free to blast me :(

I'll be continuing anyway as the whole story is gonna be better than this one lousy chapter.

Again, thanks for reading and reviewing.