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Chained To You


His heart raced in his chest as he dragged the terrified mudblood free of her shouting companions and out of the dungeons. He'd been sent to fetch her by his deranged aunt, who screamed her frustration and was currently torturing the werewolf and the other snatchers of the sword that the Golden Trio had been carrying. He should've known that the one she'd choose to torture would be Mudblood Granger.

"Malfoy, don't!" She whispered, looking at him with terrified eyes and trying feebly to fight free of the tight grip he had on her upper arm as he dragged her up the stairs. "Please don't take me in there. Help us! Free us!"

"You weren't supposed to get caught!" He hissed back at her, levelling her a glare over her shoulder, "As soon as that jinx wears off you're all fucked. We're all fucked!"

"So help us!" the mudblood growled back at him, dragging her arm from his grip and swatting him away when he reached for her again, "Can you get us out of here?"

"I can't," Malfoy ground out through clenched teeth, "I already lied to buy you some time. If I get caught, He'll kill my whole family!"

She made a sound of frustration, looking like she thought all hope was lost even though he could see that behind those muddy brown eyes her brilliant mind was racing. As he stared at her Draco made a snap decision. He couldn't get her out of there. Not with his psychotic, mentally unhinged Aunt screaming about the idea of them having stolen something from her Gringott's vault, but he could buy them more time. He could make it not hurt so much that Granger would be forced to give up the truth. He could make it so that she wouldn't go insane beneath the evil ministrations of his terrible aunt.

"Damn it!" He snarled under his breath, cursing that this would be the time to find what little courage he'd managed to scrape together, "This way Granger."

Draco snagged up her hand and tugged it hard, holding it in a crushing grip as he hauled her along behind him, breaking into a run as he headed for the nearest staircase.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, fearful now as she stumbled along trying to keep up with him as he ran through the Manor as fast as her wounded body would allow. Draco didn't answer as he hauled her up the many staircases and down the many halls until he dragged her into his bedroom, slamming the door and warding it lest anyone see them or follow them, or even simply be listening at the door.

"What are you doing?" the mudblood demanded, eyeing him as though he'd gone mad. He rolled his eyes when she eyed his bed fearfully as though he thought he was going to demand that he be allowed to fuck her if she wanted his help. What was wrong with the little idiot?

"I can't get you out of here without getting myself killed," He ground out, "But I can help. She's going to torture you, Granger. She thinks you've been in her vault at Gringotts and she's unstable at best. Her cruciatus curse may be the worst thing you ever experience."

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, aghast as the terror in her eyes grew.

"I'm going to help you. I can't get you out this, but I can make it hurt less," Draco told her hurriedly, racing across his room and digging his hand into the box on his desk where he kept a store of charmed trinkets that helped suppress the effects of the Unforgiveables, "If you put this on, it will lessen the pain you feel under the Cruciatus curse."

He held the goblin made silver chain and small cluster-rune pendant out to her. There was an identical one to it hanging around his own throat, though he didn't really take that much notice at the time, as protection against the worst of the Unforgivable's torturous nature. He knew it wouldn't help much, but thus far it had helped him enough.

"How will a necklace help?" She demanded, completely confused now and bordering on hysterical if the glint in her eyes was anything to go by.

"I found some curses and charms that protect against some of the pain of the Cruciatus curse. That suppress them," Draco told her, "And because I don't fucking like being tortured any more than you will, I privately made these so that it wouldn't hurt so much."

When she didn't take it immediately, Draco strode towards her and fastened the chain around her neck. There was no time to worry about convincing her, nor even to mention that once it was one it wasn't going to come back off very easily. The hatred between the two of them, all the hostility, all the pain and anguish they'd inflicted upon each other at school. None of that mattered in that moment as Draco hooked the clasp closed at the back of her neck, pushing aside her god-awful hair to do so. He didn't even shudder at the feel of her filthy mudblood skin touching his.

None of that mattered when the only hope at seeing the Dark Lord defeated was sitting in his family's dungeon, relying on the girl in from of Draco not to sell him out under the tortuous infliction of his crazy aunt. When it was all over, they could go back to their hatred but right then, in that moment, the only thing that mattered to Draco was making sure the Golden Trio ha enough time to get themselves out of this time and that he and his parents lived through this stupid war.

"Come on, before they realise what I've done," he said dragging her right back out of his room and back through the Manor. When they reached the Drawing Room where his aunt still raged she shrieked at him in her fury.

"What took so long?" she wanted to know, rushing him and already aiming her wand at Granger.

"She escaped me," Draco lied quickly, stomping on Granger's foot for good measure, "Kicked me in theā€¦ Anyway, she tried to run, but I caught her."

Draco saw the way the mudblood glared her hatred at him in spite of what he'd just risked to help her. The ungrateful bint!

As his Aunt laughed with maniacal glee before she began torturing the mudblood, Draco felt a twinge of unease. In the torturous times that followed, as she writhed on the floor, spilling her filthy blood all over the stone and tearing her nails from their beds as she dragged them into the unforgiving floor, Draco looked on miserably, trying to shut out the sound of her screaming.

It wasn't until Dobby dropped a chandelier on his aunt and Potter was wrestling his wand from his grip that Draco realised that he'd forgotten to mention the side effects of wearing the chain hanging around her neck and putting the charms to use.

Before he could do so, they were gone.