Letters and Memories

A/N: Hello peoplezz... well here it is. It's a bit shorter than I like it to be, but i feel you deserve an update so here it is. It gets a bit harsh in the end but i hope you like it.

No Happy Ending Here

After Hermione had stormed off, Draco couldn’t help but wonder what Merlin had against him. It was obvious to anyone who cared to look that the girl was impossible, he was used to getting all he wanted without any work at all. His Malfoy charm did not work on her, and even though he kept telling himself that he could live without her… well let’s just say that it was getting very difficult to look and not touch.

The fire was long gone by the time he got up to go to bed. “What am I doing here? I don’t belong here,” he told himself dejectedly.

“Ahh… nonsense, she’ll come around. You’ll see,” said voice.

“So you keep saying,” he sighed.

“So I know, and so do you,” answered the voice.

“All I know is that I hate talking to you like that Sir,” said Draco looking towards the voice.

“But you always seem to know where I am,” said the man coming into sight.

“I can feel your magic, after all we have bonded.”

“Yes that we have,” said the man.

“Sir, when are you going to let them know who you are?”

“When the time is right Draco, when the time is right.”

“Fine do whatever, I’m going to bed,” snapped Draco.

“Severus tells me that your father has grown impatient.”

“Sir, father was never patient,” assured Draco.

“He wants to know how you managed to break the connection with Voldemort.”

“Tell uncle Sev. to tell father I died.”

“Yes, I have a message for miss Granger,” said the man.

“So, tell her yourself, I’m pretty sure she knows who you are anyway,” he shrugged.

“Always the smart one, but I can’t. Tell her she needs to go home soon, and that if she wants we can provide her parents with some form of protection,” but before he could protest the man was gone.

“I hate when he does that,” said Draco storming up the stairs.

Morning came way too fast for Draco’s liking. It felt as if he had just closed his eyes when Mrs. Weasley came into their room yelling at them to get up. When they chose to ignore her she waved her wand a couple of times and as result of her morning magic, three buckets of water dumped themselves over the boys. Immediately Harry, Ron and Draco were up and about.

“Good morning, glad you boys decided to get up. Now get ready we are going to Diagon Alley,” she smiled as she walked out the door. Ron was cursing under his breath, Harry was yawning and Draco was laughing. He found it amusing.

They got dressed and headed down for some breakfast and were soon joined by the girls. They were excited to a day with some fresh air. Mrs. Weasley warned them to stay close and not wonder, Moody and Tonks were going with to be on the look-out. Hagrid was to meet them there, but he never showed. No one looked too deep into it, after all this was not the first time Hagrid had gone M.I.A.

They had some fun; Moody had used a disillusionment charm on Draco so he too could enjoy a day out. The got all the school supplies they needed, and Mrs. Weasley had gotten some last minute stuff for Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

~*~*~

The day of the wedding had finally come. Bill had healed remarkably well, he had some battle scars but nothing like Mad-Eye Moody. They ceremony took place in a small temple, but for the reception was taking place at the Burrow. Everything was going great, but Draco couldn’t shake off the feeling that something just wasn’t right. So he did the first thing that came to mind, he approached Harry.

“Hey Potter can I talk to you for a second?” not really waiting for Harry’s reply, Draco pulled him to the side.

“What’s up Draco?” Harry asked annoyed.

“Can you feel it?”

“Something isn’t right,” said Harry looking over at the crowd of people having fun.

“Good, for a moment I thought I was going crazy. Is he here?”

“No, Voldemort’s not here. But there’s definitely evil here.”

“What do you think it’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know, but let’s keep an eye on the girls,” suggested Harry.

“Of course, I can take care of Hermione,” said Draco turning to walk away.

“You better,” Harry yelled after him.

Draco blended in with the crowd, everyone looked so happy. “Idiots,” hissed Draco lowly. He looked and looked but she was nowhere to be found, he had even looked inside the house. He wasn’t liking this at all, he was about to go find Harry when he felt a small hand on his back. A feeling of peace washed over him and even without turning around he knew it was her.

“Harry said you’re looking for me,” she smiled.

“Yes, we think something bad might happen,” he said simply.

“You mean now,” she sighed.

“We don’t know Hermione,” he said turning around to face her.

“I can take care of myself, I don’t need you as a babysitter,” she hissed at him.

“I’m not trying to babysit you, just watching your back.”

“Whatever Malfoy,” she smiled again.

‘Women, why must they be so difficult’ he thought. A slow song started playing, “Dance with me?” he asked. She accepted. They danced for a while until her feet started to bother her.

“I’m going inside to rest my feet, see you in a bit,” she said pulling away and walking towards the house. He watched her walking away; she walked into the house and closed the door behind her. As she closed the door it hit, a feeling of helplessness. He knew it, whatever bad feeling he was having was about to come true. He looked behind him to find Harry standing there with Ron by his side. The three boys shared a look of understanding and ran towards the house.

Once inside Hermione took off her shoes and headed for the living room.

“Hello little Mudblood,” greeted the voice of Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione froze in mid-step. Her blood ran cold, she helpless without her wand. She started to turn, but she never got to look him in the face. She felt a spell hit her square in the back and in a fraction of a second her world had gone dark. Lucius picked up her sleeping body and waited, three seconds later as expected his son, the boy who lived and the blood traitor came bursting though the door.

“Father,” hissed Draco.

“Hello son,” smiled Lucius.

“Put her down,” said Draco trough gritted teeth.

“If your little mudblood whore is so important to you, come and get her,” said Lucius with deadly calm.

Draco advanced on his father, but Lucius just smiled and disappeared. Draco fell to his knees and a soft ‘No’ escaped his lips. Harry and Ron went for help but Draco remained on his knees. Moments later Lupin and Moody came into the house followed by Harry, Ron, Ginny and Luna.

“Draco, where did he take her?” asked Lupin.

“If I knew, do you honestly think that I would be here right now?” spat Draco angrily.

“Hey, we’ll find her,” said Ginny placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Not soon enough,” he sighed a single tear running down his left cheek.

“If he hurts her, I’ll kill him,” said Ron pacing back and forth.

“Uncle Sev, can you hear me?” called Draco. He waited a little but nothing. “Uncle Sev, please hear me,” said Draco calling for Snape and ignoring the odd looks he was getting.

“Draco, Snape isn’t here,” said Harry scratching his head uncomfortably.

“Uncle Sev, I need you danm it. Answer me,” yelled Draco.

“It’s official the boy is mental,” said Ron throwing his hand up in the air.

“Shut up Weasley. Uncle Sev and I have bonded. He can hear my call,” said Draco annoyed. “Uncle Sev, answer me, father has taken Hermione.”

“What did you say?” asked Snape popping in with a ‘crack’.

“What took you so long?” hissed Draco.

“I was busy, but no matter. Did you say your father took Granger with him,” said Snape bemused.

“Where has he taken her?” asked Harry.

“Malfoy Manor, where else?” said Snape wondering why Draco needed him to figure this out.

“I’ll get a rescue team together,” said Moody.

“No,” said Draco sternly.

“Excuse me boy,” said Moody.

“He wants me. I’ll take her place,” said Draco.

“Draco, you’ll be walking into a trap,” said Snape simply.

“I know.”

“We are coming with you,” said Harry and Ron at the same time.

He wanted to, but Draco didn’t argue. It was better to have the boys follow him in, then to let them go in on their own and end up getting her killed.

~*~*~

Hermione woke up with a major headache and no idea how long she had been out for. She was laying on a cold stone floor, her hair was on her face and she wanted to pull the strand behind her ear, that’s when she realized that she was chained to the wall. Hermione heard footsteps and pretended to be asleep. Big mistake.

“Ennervate,” shouted Lucius.

Hermione’s body felt like she had jumped in the water while holding a power cord.

“Hello mudblood, shall I have some fun with you?”

“Touch me and I’ll kill you,” spat Hermione.

“Be a nice little whore and I might just let you live,” he smiled
sweetly at her. She felt sick at the thought of what he could do to her.

“So is this how you make Narcissa stay with you?” she teased.

With a wave of his hand the door of the cell she was in flew open and with a stride he was face to face with her. She felt the impact and tasted the blood. He had hit her face with the back of his hand.

“Mudblood whores like you should only speak when spoken to,” he hissed and slapped her again.

She looked up at him smiled and spat blood on his face.

“How dare you,” the chains that kept her prisoner fell to the ground and Lucius grabbed her by the back of hair and dragged her out of the cell and into another room. He hanged her by the hands in the middle of the room; she knew she was in trouble now. She didn’t care if he beat her to death the only thing she feared the most was him raping her. And to her luck that was far from his mind, Lucius Malfoy took pleasure in others’ pain and blood. He walked over to her ripped her dress off her body, leaving her in her underwear only.

“Let’s see how many can you take before you die,” and he laughed diabolically.

“How many what?” she said, more blood dripping from her mouth. The impact of his hand on her cheek had left a big cut on the inside of her cheek.

He waved his wand and a table appeared beside her, on top of it
every torture tool she had ever read about, just waiting to be used. His weapon of choice was a whip; he waved it around her face a couple of times. Hermione gulped and tried to prepare herself for the pain. The whip Lucius had chosen wasn’t too long and at the tip it split in two like a snake’s tongue, and at the very tip it had two fangs. He swung it at her back with all his strength, she felt the fangs dig into her skin. She screamed when he pulled it back to him, her scream had been loud but not loud enough, she felt her skin rip and the blood soak her underwear. She closed her eyes tight and tried to will her body into passing out, but no luck there. The only thing she could think of was how much she wanted to back at the Burrow dancing with Draco. The pain she had felt in her feet was a caress compared to the pain she was feeling now. She doesn’t know how many times he hit her, all she remembers is the pain and Draco’s face slowly fading into darkness.


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