Mind Bind

Mind Bind

Hermione slowly came out of her unconscious state. In the background she could hear the steady drip of water. She felt a bone chilling cold throughout her body. The ache in her joints was unbearable. She moved her arms and legs to get her blood circulating, only to find that she was chained. Her eyes snapped open and she began franticly struggling in the irons, causing more pain to her joints and cutting the skin of her wrists and ankles.

Taking in her surroundings, she saw that her prison was a dank dungeon. How did she get here? The last thing that she remembered was being in the middle of battle with a hoard of Deatheaters. She was face to face with one when suddenly everything went black.

“Help me!!” she screamed hoarsely.

“Scream all you like, they can’t hear you,” said a voice in the dark.

“Draco?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Get me out of here,” she pleaded.

“I can’t do that,” he said in an icy voice.

“What are you talking about? Are you captured too?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you get me out?” she questioned, near tears.

“I don’t think my lord would appreciate that too much. I’ve already failed him once.”

Draco stepped into the faint light. He was garbed in full Deatheater robes. The sight made Hermione gasp.

“Why are you wearing those? And what do you mean ‘your lord’?” she asked, her voice filling with fear.

“For the brightest witch of our age, you sure don’t use your common sense. Think about it.”

Hermione looked up into the face that she had come to know so well in the past year. It was full of a quiet, cold fury that made her fear for her life. This couldn’t be happening, not after….no she didn’t want to think about that.

“How did I get here?” she inquired.

Hermione was well aware of the fact that without her wand she was vulnerable. If she wanted to get out of this alive she would have to use all of her intelligence.

“I brought you here. Quite brilliant in fact,” he said with pride. “While you were distracted with being the heroine of the wizarding world, you never even realized that I was right behind you.”

She closed her eyes and thought back to the battle. The image of her facing off with a Deatheater came flooding back to her. As she continued through the memory she realized that she did see Draco near her, but naturally assumed that he was there to help her. After all, he had been working with the Order for over a year now.

He had come to the Order battered and bruised, looking to redeem himself for the murder of Dumbledore. He told the Order about the demand of Voldemort to kill Dumbledore or he would kill his mother. Draco had felt that it was his job to protect his mother since his father had failed. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, for Draco he had not been able to go through with the murder. He had been running until he found refuge with the Order.

Harry was the first to welcome him into the fold. Having been on the tower that night, Harry was sure that Draco would never have killed Dumbledore no matter how long he stood there. Hermione and Ron were not as easy to convince. It took many months of arguing and hexes before the two came around.

“So what now?”

“I do what I should have done months ago,” he sneered viciously.

“And what is that?”

“Kill you,” he oozed with a smile that sent that bone chilling cold through her body once again.

“You could do that, after all that we’ve been through?” she questioned softly.

“It meant nothing to me.”

“You’re telling me that all of those nights we spent together talking, you pouring your heart out to me, meant nothing to you?” she pled.

“Nothing,” he spat.

“What about the other moments we shared? What about the first time we kissed? It was gentle, warm and perfect. Did that mean nothing to you?”

Draco turned his back towards her and did not answer. Hermione continued.

“What about the night we gave our virginity to each other? You cried with me when you entered me. Tell me that you felt nothing. Tell me that you didn’t feel that completeness when we joined,” she said with more vigor.

“Nothing,” he said.

Hermione heard the quiver in his voice. She knew that he was lying.

“Then you lied to me when you told me that you loved me? The one thing that you have never told anyone, not even your mother, you told me. Why?”

Suddenly, Draco spun around and strode to Hermione.

“Shut up! Shut up! I don’t need you in my head too!!”

He fell to the ground screaming and grabbing his head causing Hermione to jump.

“Make him go away!! Shut up!!”

“Make who go away, Draco? Talk to me!” Hermione screamed back.

“My father, he’s in my head! He won’t let go!”

Tears were streaming down his face as he clawed at his head trying to get the voice out of his mind.

“Fight him Draco! Fight!”

“I can’t! He’s too strong!” he said struggling for air.

Then Draco fell to the ground, limp. He laid there for a few minutes. Slowly, he rose from the ground, wiped his robes off and smoothed back his hair.

“Ah, the Mudblood, I should have known. My son always did have a soft spot for the inferior,” came Draco’s voice colder than ever.

“Lucius?” Hermione said in fear.

“Of course. Who else has the power to control him as I do?” he questioned smugly.

“I can see why he hates you! You are an unimaginable bastard!” she spat.

“Yes, he does hate me, doesn‘t he? I can feel it in him. But, he is my son and a Malfoy and I’ll be damned if I let him throw away everything I worked for so that he can run off with a mudblood whore!”

Lucius walked up to Hermione and raised his fist. Hermione closed her eyes, preparing herself for the blow. No blow came, but laughter rang out through the dungeon. Hermione opened her eyes to see Lucius still in the same position, struggling to regain control of his son’s body.

“It appears that he cares for you more than I thought,” he said with disgusted amusement. “Perhaps I should sample the flavor to see what my son finds so appealing.”

He muttered something then slithered towards Hermione. Roughly, he grabbed her face and licked the side of it. Hermione tried to struggle out of his bruising grip. Chuckling deep in his throat, he released Hermione’s face. Hermione retaliated by spitting in his face. Utilizing the seeker quickness of his son’s body, Lucius struck her across the face, causing her nose to bleed.

Suddenly, he was upon her snatching at her clothing as he suckled and nipped at the skin that he exposed. Hermione fought as best she could, but she was powerless without her hands or a wand.

“Get off her, you bastard!!” scream out Draco from the abyss of his mind.

“Now, now, son, it’s merely a taste,” said Lucius, overtaking Draco once again.

Lucius began fondling Hermione’s breast, snatching and slapping them, then laving them with his tongue. Each time Hermione struggled she was rewarded with a punch or slap in the face.

“Moan, you filthy slag,” he shouted, and then he spit in her face. “Doesn’t my son give you pleasure?”

Tears began flowing from Hermione. Lucius smiled and ran his tongue along the tracks of her tears.

“Nothing more delicious than the tears of a mudblood. Hmmm,” he moaned.

Hermione was sickened to feel the hardened member of her assailant. She began to cry uncontrollably, knowing what was coming. Still, she tried to talk her way out of it.

“Please, Lucius don’t do this. Do you really want to sully yourself with a mudblood like me?”

Once again, Lucius lashed out and backhanded her.

“Don’t mock me whore! Apparently you must not be that dirty for my son to dip his rod in your muddy pussy. ”

Lucius ripped her knickers from her body and violently shoved two fingers into her unprepared snatch. He thrust in and out of her brutally. Pulling his fingers out her, he put them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he put them in his mouth, cleaning the minute bit of juices from his fingers. He spat the juices into her face.

“How dare you taste sweet, you vile, muddy whore!”

Hermione felt Lucius’ hand grip her throat, effectively cutting off her air supply. Her body was slammed into the wall and she silently cried out at the gagged stones scraping her back. Lucius busied himself with freeing his aching erection. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Stop!” screamed Draco, freeing himself from his father’s mental prison. “You will not take her!”

Draco crumbled to his hands and knees hiccoughing and gasping for air. Calming himself, he pulled himself to his feet. He edged to Hermione who was uncontrollably crying and screaming. His heart broke at the fear that he saw in his eyes. He never wanted to see that look in her eyes because of him.

“Hermione?” he said warily, stepping closer to her.

“You stay away from me!” she screamed.

“Love, it’s me, Draco,” he coaxed, as he whipped out his wand and freed her from the chains.

“Fuck you, Lucius!” she spat, scrambling away to the nearest corner.

“Hermione, look at me. Listen to me. Remember our first kiss? We were at the Burrow and I had taken you on a broom ride. You were scared to death.”

Hermione looked at the person in front of her. His voice seemed sincere, but this was Lucius and he would do anything to break her. Well, it won’t work. Do your worst, Bastard.

“You held my body so tight I couldn’t breathe. When we landed I thought you were going to bite my head off, but you shocked me when you reached up with the gentleness only you possess, you kissed me,” he said softly, still creeping to her.

Finally, he was in front of her. He reached his hand out and grabbed hers. Hermione stiffened at his touch. Tears fell silently from his eyes, no matter what he did; she would always see him as his father. Lucius had made sure of that. Even though her reaction to his touch hurt, he held hers firm.

“Remember the first time we made love? Everyone had left Grimmauld Place and left you and me on watch. Never did get to watch anything,” he chuckled, getting lost in the memory.

“It was magical. The touch of your skin, the sound of my name coming off your lips as I thrust deeper and deeper. If there is such a thing as a heaven, I was there that night.”

Hermione focused on Draco’s eyes. Gone was the iciness that was filling them earlier. It was replaced with the warmth that she had come to love and adore.

“Being with you was the best time of my life. I never had to be anybody but myself around you. You helped me find myself. I would have never made it without you,” he said, his voice breaking at the end.

Hermione stared at the man in front of her. Lucius may have invaded his mind, but he could never posses Draco’s heart. She held that.

“I love you, Draco,” she said meekly.

Draco looked up and into Hermione’s eyes. The fear was gone and all that remained was love. The two embraced, both crying at the torture they had undergone.

“I love you, Hermione,” said Draco, stroking her hair.

They remained there just holding each other for uncounted moments. Finally, Hermione broke the silence.

“How did he do this to you?”

“I don’t know. All I remember is running after you to protect you. Then suddenly I saw my father. I was ready to battle him, but then everything went black.”

“Is he gone?” she questioned warily.

“I don’t know,” said Draco, sadly.

After several failed attempts to free themselves of the prison they were in, Draco sent out his Patronus as a messenger to the Order. They settled in a corner of the dungeon and clung to each other, awaiting the Order to rescue them.

“Draco, I have something to tell you,” said Hermione, lifting her head off of his shoulder and breaking tender moment that they had been sharing.

“What is it, Mudblood,” Draco said in a steely voice.

“No,” she hissed, scrambling away, “not you again. Leave us alone.”

“You see I can’t do that. You have something that belongs to me. Hence, you take something from, I
take something from you.”

He rose from the spot that he was sitting and skulked towards Hermione. She crawled across the floor, trying to distance herself from her torturer. Finally, Lucius cornered his prey. He licked his lips devilishly.

“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted by my son?”

“Tell me Lucius, how are you taking over Draco’s mind?” she questioned defiantly.

He flicked a perfectly arched eyebrow at her, contemplating her question.

“I want to know. It’s not like I’ll tell anyone, you’re going to kill me anyway.”

“This is true. Fine. When Draco was born, I cast a biding spell on him. This forever bound his and my minds. I can make him do as I say or take over completely. Handy little thing. It’s actually how I kept control over him while away at Hogwarts. He always was quite an independent child, thanks to his mother.”

Hermione’s heart broke knowing what Draco’s childhood was like at the hands of the maniac who called himself a father.

“You’re despicable. What’s the matter? Afraid he might actually make a decision for himself that you didn’t make for him?” she spat venomously.

“Obviously it didn’t work. He chose a filthy, muddy whore over his family.”

“Oh it worked just fine, until he fell in love. Tricky thing, binding spells, they require love from both parties.”

Lucius’ fury rose as the intelligent witch continued.

“That means that you had to have loved him at one point and time and he you. When did you stop loving him? I know that he stopped loving you the first time he saw you hit his mother,” she bit out.

“I stopped loving him the moment he came home from Hogwarts telling me all about the intelligent muggleborn that he was enamored with. No, son of mine would accept such filth in his life.”

Lucius pulled Hermione up by her hair.

“Fortunately for me I found a way back in. I was going to take pleasure in watching him kill you and he be powerless to stop himself, but it appears that is not the case. Like they say if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. But not before I’ve had my sample.”

He began to roughly suck and bite at her skin. He hands roamed her body once again and slowly began creeping down her body to the treasure he wished to destroy. Suddenly he stopped and backed away. Draco was clawing at his head and screaming again. He turned to Hermione and his eyes shined with the all the love held for her.

“Hermione, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t strong enough to protect to you. Forgive me. I love you.”

Suddenly the dungeon filled with a blinding green light. A blood curdling scream tore from Draco. When the light dissipated Draco lay on the ground, lifeless. Hermione sat shocked for a moment before crawling to his body and gathering him into her arms.

“I love you, Draco,” she whispered as tears fell from her eyes, landing onto her lover’s face.

She screamed at the unbearable pain of the breaking of her heart. It was in a state of catatonia with the body of Draco in her arms that Harry and Ron found their friend. They shared a look knowing she would never be the same.

In that moment that he cast the Avada Kedavra, a piece of Hermione died with Draco. He did it to protect to her. He did because he loved her. He took his life to save hers. Draco Malfoy, the boy who was her enemy became her friend, her lover, the father of her child.