Blood Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
18,712
Reviews:
70
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Prologue
General Disclaimer Applies.
Blood Oath (working title)
Prologue
The battle had been in progress for hours. A cacophonous symphony of shouted curses and screams of pain echoed throughout Hogwarts, the grounds and deep into the Forbidden Forest. The sky that had started a pure crystal blue was not darkened with heavy grey clouds that threatened to open up and drench the chaos below.
Hermione was running on pure adrenaline and instinct, taking no time to think just firing curse after curse at the Death Eaters trying to surround her. She had become separated from Harry and Ron what felt like days ago, but in reality was only two hours. She was trying to find them, but it seemed for each Death Eater she killed another two stepped forward. Her figure was slightly emancipated from the months in hiding, her long chestnut hair was dull and matted with mud and blood. Her malnourished form starting to fail; she stumbled to avoid a curse sending a hex in reply, hitting her attacker square in the chest. The three remaining Death Eaters stepped over their fallen allies and approached the quickly weakening girl. With two quick successive curses she took out two of the remaining, but was hit directly with the third's Cruicatus.
Hermione hit the ground, her hoarse scream almost tore her throat; her body convulsing violently. The curse lifted after a few moments and she barely had time to catch her breath before she felt a hot weight pin her to the ground.
She froze as a rough husky voice growled in her ear, “Not so tough now, eh, Mudblood? Ha. Where's your little boyfriends? Dead?” Dolohov cackled and the stench from his breath made Hermione gag. She tried to kick him but his legs had her thighs caught tightly between his knees. This only seemed to provoke him. “Ooh, a feisty one. You'll be tamed soon enough. When the battle is over and we've won you'll be my bitch, mudblood, and I'll take pleasure in showing off Potter's whore obediently sucking me off where ever and when ever I choose!” Dolohov insinuated one of his knees between Hermione's thighs, still keeping her pinned down. A swish of his wand and Hermione found she couldn't move at all as he started to grab at the waistband of the trousers she wore. She screamed and cursed at him, which only incited him further. His mouth crashed into hers swallowing her protests, biting her tongue in a show of dominance. Hermione was crying to herself now, desperate for escape but hope failing with each passing moment.
A bright flash of green relieved Hermione both of the oppressive weight on top of her and the spell preventing her from moving. She gave a cry of relief and looked beside her at the now dead body of Antoin Dolohov. Groaning she tried to pull herself up. The snap of a twig just behind her brought her attention to her rescuer. The glint of platinum blond hair and steely eyes made her flint before attempting to bring herself to her feet.
Draco watched her petite form struggling for a moment before reaching out a bloodied hand to help her up.
Hermione eyed him skeptically for a moment, taking in the full breadth of him appearance, his strong arms were covered in blood, and there was a small cut on him outstretched bicep. His solid looking chest, covered in a torn black shirt, burns and cuts visible under the flaps of material. No longer was this the immature, slight boy who played Seeker for Slytherin but a solid, well built man. The war had certainly changed him, his eyes held a glimpse of the terrible things he had seen and a light of hope that it all might be over soon. Draco and his mother had turned double agent soon after the death of Dumbledore, their ultimate innocence being proved by Snape and a pensieve that Dumbledore had left Lupin.
“I'm not going to bite Granger,” Draco drawled teasingly. Hermione snorted lightly before taking his hand, moaning a bit as the movement opened some cuts on her arm. Draco pulled her up, using a bit too much force her body crashed into his.
“Thanks Malfoy, I owe you.” Hermione said sincerely, her over loaded nerves not noticing the shock of magic that surged through her body. Draco's eyes widened at the shock however as their cut arms made contact, intermingling their blood as she indebted herself to him. Draco looked at her critically, wondering if she realized the importance of her actions, but found her attention back on the battlefield and the few skirmishes still taking place.
“I'll hold you to that Granger,” he said, smirking, his eyes alight with mischief. Hermione examined him critically, trying to decipher his statement. He cut off her thought process quickly, “Don't over think it, Granger. Just get through this alive. When I need it I'll call in my favour.”
Hermione nodded and the turned back to the battle. Bodies were strewn everywhere, victims from both sides of the war staring sightlessly up at the dark grey sky. Hermione shivered and averted her eyes from the ground, catching a glimpse of red hair approaching.
“Hermione!” Ron yelled, catching her up in his arms and swinging her around. “Harry did it! He killed Voldemort! We won!” He went to kiss her but stopped when he caught sight of Malfoy standing behind her. He twirled Hermione around behind him and snarled at Malfoy, “What do you want Ferret?”
“Maybe a little thanks for saving Granger's life.” he replied hotly, scowling at the redhead.
“Impossible” Ron spat back, “Hermione would never need your help!”
“Ron! Shut up!” Hermione snapped, irritated with his assumptions, “Malfoy saved my life! And without him we wouldn't have won! You know that!”
“Hermione?” Ron asked aghast, “What does it matter? It's still just Malfoy!”
“Regardless, Ronald.” Hermione stared him down, not bothering to explain herself. Ron growled and pushed away from her.
“Fine have it your way then. We're through.” With that he stormed away, leaving Hermione staring, mouth hanging open at her long time friend's reaction. She looked at Malfoy briefly, flush with embarrassment and confusion, but he was staring at the retreating form of Ron, both hate and triumph colouring his expression. He glanced at the now full confused Hermione and smirked. “Don't worry Granger, you'll do much better than him. No sense wasting yourself on someone that isn't good enough for you. See you around.” He winked and turned to walk away from the school, apparating just outside of the wards. Hermione turned back to the school, making her way past the corpses, looking for any survivors among them.
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A/N It's been a while since I posted anything, the truth be told I has having trouble finding a plot line that I could actually commit myself. I must have started 100 stories only to lose interest after the first writing session. I haven't come close to completing this, and I can't guarantee how often I will be able to post, I have to work my multiple jobs and work on my other 3 writing projects I have bubbling. Anyway, please review, I like to hear people's opinions. Peace to all! Enjoy! -Cassandra D.
Blood Oath (working title)
Prologue
The battle had been in progress for hours. A cacophonous symphony of shouted curses and screams of pain echoed throughout Hogwarts, the grounds and deep into the Forbidden Forest. The sky that had started a pure crystal blue was not darkened with heavy grey clouds that threatened to open up and drench the chaos below.
Hermione was running on pure adrenaline and instinct, taking no time to think just firing curse after curse at the Death Eaters trying to surround her. She had become separated from Harry and Ron what felt like days ago, but in reality was only two hours. She was trying to find them, but it seemed for each Death Eater she killed another two stepped forward. Her figure was slightly emancipated from the months in hiding, her long chestnut hair was dull and matted with mud and blood. Her malnourished form starting to fail; she stumbled to avoid a curse sending a hex in reply, hitting her attacker square in the chest. The three remaining Death Eaters stepped over their fallen allies and approached the quickly weakening girl. With two quick successive curses she took out two of the remaining, but was hit directly with the third's Cruicatus.
Hermione hit the ground, her hoarse scream almost tore her throat; her body convulsing violently. The curse lifted after a few moments and she barely had time to catch her breath before she felt a hot weight pin her to the ground.
She froze as a rough husky voice growled in her ear, “Not so tough now, eh, Mudblood? Ha. Where's your little boyfriends? Dead?” Dolohov cackled and the stench from his breath made Hermione gag. She tried to kick him but his legs had her thighs caught tightly between his knees. This only seemed to provoke him. “Ooh, a feisty one. You'll be tamed soon enough. When the battle is over and we've won you'll be my bitch, mudblood, and I'll take pleasure in showing off Potter's whore obediently sucking me off where ever and when ever I choose!” Dolohov insinuated one of his knees between Hermione's thighs, still keeping her pinned down. A swish of his wand and Hermione found she couldn't move at all as he started to grab at the waistband of the trousers she wore. She screamed and cursed at him, which only incited him further. His mouth crashed into hers swallowing her protests, biting her tongue in a show of dominance. Hermione was crying to herself now, desperate for escape but hope failing with each passing moment.
A bright flash of green relieved Hermione both of the oppressive weight on top of her and the spell preventing her from moving. She gave a cry of relief and looked beside her at the now dead body of Antoin Dolohov. Groaning she tried to pull herself up. The snap of a twig just behind her brought her attention to her rescuer. The glint of platinum blond hair and steely eyes made her flint before attempting to bring herself to her feet.
Draco watched her petite form struggling for a moment before reaching out a bloodied hand to help her up.
Hermione eyed him skeptically for a moment, taking in the full breadth of him appearance, his strong arms were covered in blood, and there was a small cut on him outstretched bicep. His solid looking chest, covered in a torn black shirt, burns and cuts visible under the flaps of material. No longer was this the immature, slight boy who played Seeker for Slytherin but a solid, well built man. The war had certainly changed him, his eyes held a glimpse of the terrible things he had seen and a light of hope that it all might be over soon. Draco and his mother had turned double agent soon after the death of Dumbledore, their ultimate innocence being proved by Snape and a pensieve that Dumbledore had left Lupin.
“I'm not going to bite Granger,” Draco drawled teasingly. Hermione snorted lightly before taking his hand, moaning a bit as the movement opened some cuts on her arm. Draco pulled her up, using a bit too much force her body crashed into his.
“Thanks Malfoy, I owe you.” Hermione said sincerely, her over loaded nerves not noticing the shock of magic that surged through her body. Draco's eyes widened at the shock however as their cut arms made contact, intermingling their blood as she indebted herself to him. Draco looked at her critically, wondering if she realized the importance of her actions, but found her attention back on the battlefield and the few skirmishes still taking place.
“I'll hold you to that Granger,” he said, smirking, his eyes alight with mischief. Hermione examined him critically, trying to decipher his statement. He cut off her thought process quickly, “Don't over think it, Granger. Just get through this alive. When I need it I'll call in my favour.”
Hermione nodded and the turned back to the battle. Bodies were strewn everywhere, victims from both sides of the war staring sightlessly up at the dark grey sky. Hermione shivered and averted her eyes from the ground, catching a glimpse of red hair approaching.
“Hermione!” Ron yelled, catching her up in his arms and swinging her around. “Harry did it! He killed Voldemort! We won!” He went to kiss her but stopped when he caught sight of Malfoy standing behind her. He twirled Hermione around behind him and snarled at Malfoy, “What do you want Ferret?”
“Maybe a little thanks for saving Granger's life.” he replied hotly, scowling at the redhead.
“Impossible” Ron spat back, “Hermione would never need your help!”
“Ron! Shut up!” Hermione snapped, irritated with his assumptions, “Malfoy saved my life! And without him we wouldn't have won! You know that!”
“Hermione?” Ron asked aghast, “What does it matter? It's still just Malfoy!”
“Regardless, Ronald.” Hermione stared him down, not bothering to explain herself. Ron growled and pushed away from her.
“Fine have it your way then. We're through.” With that he stormed away, leaving Hermione staring, mouth hanging open at her long time friend's reaction. She looked at Malfoy briefly, flush with embarrassment and confusion, but he was staring at the retreating form of Ron, both hate and triumph colouring his expression. He glanced at the now full confused Hermione and smirked. “Don't worry Granger, you'll do much better than him. No sense wasting yourself on someone that isn't good enough for you. See you around.” He winked and turned to walk away from the school, apparating just outside of the wards. Hermione turned back to the school, making her way past the corpses, looking for any survivors among them.
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A/N It's been a while since I posted anything, the truth be told I has having trouble finding a plot line that I could actually commit myself. I must have started 100 stories only to lose interest after the first writing session. I haven't come close to completing this, and I can't guarantee how often I will be able to post, I have to work my multiple jobs and work on my other 3 writing projects I have bubbling. Anyway, please review, I like to hear people's opinions. Peace to all! Enjoy! -Cassandra D.