Chapter 5
AN: This chapter will have descriptions of violence and death and child abuse. also, thanks jkr for giving me a plot for this chapter.
They arrived on the approach to Malfoy Manor. The approach was lined with tall hedges and neatly trimmed trees. There were rose bushes in the front of the house that were very well maintained. The Malfoys had house elves, without a doubt. The thought of Malfoy outside trimming the bushes and trees made her was to snigger, but this was not the time for laughs.
The inside of the manor was clean and bare. There were not many decorations, only a few portraits and small tables with roses in a vase. The gloominess from Wilshire had made its way inside. Everything felt sterile and excessively clean.
They were led into a large open room. Upon entry they were met by Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and a few other people she didn't know.
"Scabior what have you brought us?" Lucius asks.
Lucius looks as if he's on the brink of insanity, if he wasn't already there. His pale face is accompanied by dark circles under his eyes. The war was eating away at him. He was very skinny, and his face showed it. He looked exhausted.
Draco and his father looked a lot alike. They were both so tall and had a pointy chin. They shared the same nose. They were both very powerful wizards.
"Think I might have caught Potter and his crew. That Lovegood man said the Dark Lords name, so we were called." The man known as Scabior replies.
"Why bring them here instead of to the Dark Lord himself?" Lucius asks sounding almost annoyed.
The man hesitates. "Well, he uh- erm, he looks a bit different." He says with a hushed voice.
Bellatrix walks forward, her heals clicking on the dark marbled floor. Her raven-colored curls bouncing with her. Hermione had heard stories of Bellatrix, she was mad. She was obsessed with pleasing the Dark Lord and devoted her life to him at such a young age. She had gone to Azkaban after the first wizarding world for being a known death eater and for torturing the Longbottoms to insanity.
Azkaban is known to make people go insane, but it is believed Bellatrix was a bit mental before prison. Bellatrix is the oldest sister to Andromeda and Narcissa. Their parents neglected them and verbally, mentally, and physically abused them, but when they taught them something it was the pureblood ways. Andromeda was disowned by the family for marrying a muggle born.
"Draco went to school with the boy and his friends, he can help. Come Draco." Bellatrix says.
Hermione's stomach drops. This is it. It's over.
She sees Draco's platinum blond hair emerging from behind his mother. He walks gracefully, the way he carries himself is elegant.
His face is hard and serious. She watches as he clenches his hand tightly and his veins pop. He knows it's the end, possibly for him too.
He can't blow his cover. Hermione can't blow his cover.
"Use what he taught you." She repeats it over and over again to herself. Give them something important but hide him. Don't rush to cover him. "What can I give them?"
"I'm not sure if its him. His face it messed up." Draco says calmly.
"Look harder." Lucius growls at his son.
"Lucius, do not be so hard on him. He's just a boy." Narcissa whispers to her husband.
Draco continues to study Harrys mutilated face. He knows its him, but he's trying to cover. "I can't be sure."
Bellatrix scowls. "What about her? Who is sh- Where'd you get that?" her focus shifts from Hermione to a snatcher holding the sword of Gryffindor.
"Oh this? It was in her bag; reckon I'll keep it." The nasty looking man says before Bella shoots a curse at him sending him flying across the room into a wall.
"Put the boys in the cellar!" She shouts.
Hermione watches as Harry and Ron are taken away. Bellatrix focus goes back to Hermione. "Have you been in my vault?"
"No, I haven't." Hermione says. It's the truth, the sword presented itself to Harry when they were on the run.
"Liar. I will ask you one more time, where did you get that?" She shouts in Hermiones face.
"I didn't take anything!" She sobs back. Hermione is thrusted to the floor. All of the air in Hermione's lungs are pulled out and she gasps for it back.
Hermione feels pressure of someone's hand on her arm. Bellatrix curls are brushing along Hermione's face.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson. I remember you. You're that mudblood Draco went to school with. Naughty naughty girl." Bellatrix hisses at her.
Without warning something is piercing Hermione's forearm, slicing her open. Screams claw their way out of her throat. The carving in her arm felt like it had taken hours. She was left on the floor in tears.
Her head drops to the side, and between tear blurred eyes she sees Malfoy. He had watched the whole thing, he had heard her screams of pain, her pleading to stop. Now he watched as she lay in a pool of her own blood and tears. His face looked as if he wanted to vomit. It made her feel slightly better that he did not enjoy her pain as much as his aunt.
Bella dives into Hermione's mind, she had been expecting it, so she was prepared. Hermione fought Bellatrix's attempts to get information from Hermione. After the pain had become enough Hermione pretended to let her walls fall. She raced to protect a memory of where The Order had previously been staying but didn't include that they had moved. It had been enough. Bellatrix pulls herself out of Hermione's mind abruptly.
"I got where The Order is staying. Get the Dark Lord!" She jumps up to celebrate until there was a loud bang.
Harry and Ron had fought their way out of the cellar. They were now shooting disarming spells at everyone in the room. Hermione crawled over to them. Ron had helped her up.
Harry had caught Bella's wand, and while she was busy yelling at Harry about how rude it was to take a witch's wand, Hermione noticed Dobby on top of the chandelier above Bellatrix's head. everyone stopped talking when they heard a small screeching noise.
Everyone looked up and Dobby smiled. The chandelier fell, almost hitting Bellatrix. She had moved just in time.
Dobby joined the trio and said, "Dobby will not allow you to hurt his friends." and all four of them apparated away.
They had apparated to the beach just outside of shell cottage. Harry and Ron had run to Hermione to hug her and make sure she was okay.
Dobby had died shortly after they apparated to shell cottage. He had been stabbed with a dagger Bellatrix had thrown while they were apparating. He clutched his blood-soaked stomach and smiled.
He told them it was so beautiful, and he was so happy to be with his friend, Harry.
He died a heroic death, a noble one.
They buried Dobby at the beach in the most beautiful spot. He deserved everything beautiful for being the most loyal friend.
Without trying to, Dobby had broken a promise to Harry. During Harrys second year Dobby promised to never try to save Harry. Breaking that promise had costed him his life.
Hermione rubs her coin between her fingers. "Can I stroke your cock?" She hadn't had contact from Malfoy since their last meeting. It had been a few weeks. She needed time to process everything that had happened.
The cuts on her arm had healed but left a scar. Bellatrix had left a permanent reminder to Hermione that her blood was dirty.
Her coin burned and so did her cheeks when she read his response. "I bet your hands would feel nice stroking my length. Ten?"
Hermione changed into a navy-blue jumper and muggle jeans. She grabbed a pair of dirty trainers and slipped them on.
When she made it into the shack Malfoy was standing with his back turned to the door.
"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. They would have known something. I had to keep my cover." His voice is low and quiet.
"I know." She replies almost as quiet as him.
He turns around and his face is angry. Hermiones heart begins to race. He was deadly, and angry. At her.
"You cannot go out whenever you please and put yourself in danger." He snarls. "I don't know what you do for work, but if it requires you to sacrifice your life, I do not allow it."
"You cannot control me."
Malfoy moves to Hermione. He grabs her shoulders and thrusts her into a wall. His face was inches from hers. "I own you. You swore it. You will do whatever I ask of you." His hot breath hits her face with every word he growls.
Hes furious. His dark icy eyes glare into hers with intensity. He could hurt her at any given moment. It would be so easy for him to break her.
His fingers slide from her shoulders to her chin. He tilts her head up so her eyes meet his.
"Do not die for them Granger." He whispers.
"I would do anything to save them." She replies with tears prickling at her eyes.
He closes his eyes and exhales; she feels his chest fall against hers. "Thats the problem."
They sat in silence for several moments while their chests brush together with the rise and fall of each breath.
"I hadn't expected you to look this good." He says finally.
"Wow thanks. Such a gentleman." She snorts with an eye roll.
She studies him as he chuckles. He looks good smiling. She notices his teeth. They're perfect and straight. She envied them. Sometimes she imagined what it would have been like to grow up in a wizarding family where your imperfections could be fixed with the wave of a wand.
Her parents were muggles. They worked on people's teeth but were always against fixing her teeth because she had been so young at the time. But in her third year someone had messed her teeth up and she tricked Madam Pomfrey into making them a normal size.
"I just meant you aged well. Other than you have the same body shape as a skeleton, should I start feeding you too?" He always had been a sarcastic git. His complement made her cheeks warm.
"Do you have anything for us Malfoy, I've got work to do." Hermione says trying to get the topic off of her.
"Not really. Be safe doing whatever you do Granger." And he apparates away.