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Lucius Malfoy looked at his son and he felt a sense of pride that his son wanted to destroy this muggle. “You two step out of the cell. My son wants to finish the job himself,” he spoke to the two torturers. They hesitated, obviously not wanting to leave the satisfaction of a kill in the novice’s hands.

“She’s the one that had stained your reputation at Hogwarts is she not,” Lucius turned to his son.

“Yes, Father,” Draco said staring at the heap on the floor. She was trembling slightly; possibly sobbing.

“Finish her then,” his father dared him.

Draco swallowed; he hoped no one had noticed. Draco didn’t know why he stopped them from finishing off the job. His hands would have been clean of the dirty work to rid her from the world. Was it because he wanted to see her pay for everything that she had done to him? Was it to see her pay for all of the embarrassment and humiliation at her and her overly righteous friends’ hands?

He rolled up his sleeves as he entered her cell. His footsteps resounded on the stone floor.

They had beaten her badly. Her shirtfront was stained with her own blood. Her jeans were covered in muck from the floor of the dungeon. His stomach lurched as he towered over the young woman; she was the rival that never once backed down from him since he had known her.

Her wrists were tied in front of her. The ligature marks were bleeding as the ropes seemed to have cut through her skin. Draco moved in closer.

She heard their voices though her mind was clouded with pain. She had wanted to kill them all; the guards, Lucius, Narcissa, and most especially Draco. She would die trying to do so. She knew she had failed. Her objectives were right outside of the cell but she couldn’t do anything about it.

Her wand along with her own spirit was broken. She could barely move after the interrogation methods that were used on her.

She opened her eyes and saw him, wand wielded and pointed at her. She shuddered as she stared up at him. She knew Draco finally was going to exact his revenge for all those times she, Harry, and Ron had thwarted his evil efforts.

Draco was sure he could kill her. He narrowed his eyes as he stared back at her. He switched his wand to his right hand and grasped her by the neck with his left one, pulling her up forcefully. He held her against the wall as if he wanted to choke the living breath out of her. He held her above the ground letting her feet dangle.

She looked down on him as he pinned her against the wall. She gave way to a coughing fit. She tasted the blood in her mouth. She looked him straight in the eye and spat the blood in his face.

Draco never let go of her neck. He was furious. He had been spat on by a Mudblood. He tightened his grip on her neck as he tasted the blood that landed on his lips. He inched closer to her, all the while their audience members watched intently. He tore her shirtfront open and pulled onto the bottom of her shirt. He wiped his face not once taking his eyes off hers.

She squirmed. She appeared smaller than he remembered her to be. Her wrists still tied, she grasped the forearm that held her neck with both hands trying to force him to loosen his grip.

It was when he adjusted his grip on her neck that she saw the mark on his forearm. She stopped squirming. She knew there was no way out now. She took in a deep breath trying to stifle a sob.

“Finish it, Malfoy,” she said softly as she looked over to the wand in his other hand. Draco’s eyes grew a little larger as if he were shocked at what he was hearing. A tear rolled down her cheek, “Kill me, Draco.

“Do it!” she raised her voice as if begging as she let out another sob.

He let her drop to the floor. She sobbed uncontrollably as she tried to take in breaths. He reclaimed his composure before facing his father and the guards. He walked out of her cell slamming the door behind him.

“What the hell was that, Son?” Lucius Malfoy steamed.

His son just looked at him not wanting to let on that he could not bring himself to do it. It would have been so easy to do. A simple spell could have sucked her life right out. He had not promised the dying man anything. Draco owed him nothing. Yet he could not bring himself to kill the Mudblood whom he had despised for what seemed a lifetime.

“Finish her off for him,” Lucius commanded the eight guards.

“No,” Draco interrupted.

“I don’t take orders from Mudbloods. She’ll die in due time,” he turned to his father, “In due time, Father.”

Lucius recognized an evil look when he saw one. He beamed as he only nodded a sign of approval towards his only child. “Leave her to rest,” Lucius told the guards.

They reluctantly exited the dungeons followed by the Malfoys. The men of the manor made their way to the den where Lucius poured two glasses of Bourbon. They both drank it.

“I’m impressed, my son.”

“About what, Father.”

“Staring down that Mudblood. Putting the fear into her. That’s what Lord Voldemort feeds on.

“You’ll kill her soon enough. Then the guards will get rid of her body. I will not have a Mudblood defile our foundation.”

Draco only nodded. The pair drank some more. Although, Draco only felt half of the effects as he cast a spell on himself so as to appear as if the full potency of the alcohol was affecting him. It was getting late.

“You should go put her out of her misery,” his father, drowsy and drunk said.

“You’re right, Father,” Draco said, pretending to be just as drunk as he stood up.

Draco made his way down the stairs towards the dungeons. He peered in at her through the bars. She lay still almost as if she were asleep.

She heard the door to the cell open. At that, she perked up. She turned slowly towards the door. She opened her eyes. The pain she had felt earlier from the torture had turned to numbness.

She had come to end her very existence. She knew this mission was the one from which she would not return. Maybe now she and Ron would be reunited.

“You’re a coward, Draco. Hiding behind your father,” she said, her voice strained, hoping he would raise his wand to finish her off quickly.

Draco’s ears felt hot. He was angry with her. Didn’t she know he held the balance of her life in his hand? Or, was it because she knew it that she could be so insolent?

He raised his wand. She flinched expecting the end. “Draco, protect her,” his last words kept repeating in his head.

The blonde young man tried to block the words out. She looked up into his grey intense irises again. “Finish it, please,” she said, almost inaudibly as tears rained down her cheeks.

“Avada kedavra,” he commanded as he pointed his wand at her.

She wailed as her body seized in pain. The guards as well as Mr. Malfoy suddenly awoke to her screams. And just as suddenly silence had fallen.

Draco cast a silencing spell as he watched her writhe in silent agony. Her body constricted and contracted. He watched her as she went into a seizure before letting herself succumb to death. He wasn’t at all sure of himself when he caught her eyes piercing through his at the very last moment when her body stopped convulsing.

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A/N The end . . . nah, jus' joke. Thinking on the next chapter. Tweaking some things. what do you guys think so far?