"You killed them!" The woman shouted frantically as the hooded figure approached her, "You killed them all…"
The area around them was silent. Only her breathing and the sound of the bloodstained white dress dragging along the floor could be heard. The man continued to move chairs and tables out of the way to get to her, but she was fast.
Raising his wand, he muttered a spell and a white light flew out of his wand and hit the woman in the chest. Her eyes shut immediately as she fell to the ground gracefully as the man watched. He approached her and took her body in his arms before touching an unbroken glass on one of the tables. The two were spun into a vortex as the portkey did its job.
Finally the swirl of colors stopped as the man came to his feet with the woman in his arms before an extravagant manor.
"Welcome home," He said as he walked up to the house.
The sunshine shone through the windows causing Hermione to open her eyes slowly to find herself in an unfamiliar room. She blinked a couple of times before stepping onto the cold floor beneath her. The room scared her. Even though it was bright and airy, it gave of a vibe that she didn't like.
Then she remembered the last thing she saw before blacking out.
"Hermione, dear, your awake," He drawled as he approached her.
Hermione stepped back as he came closer. She bit her lip to keep from crying, but she saw what he did to everyone. The blood. The fire. The bodies. The brunette closed her eyes and prayed for it to be a hallucination. It wasn't until Draco placed a firm hand on her cheek that she opened them back up.
"What are you so afraid of?" He asked.
Trembling under his gaze, she searched around frantically for a way to escape. The man in front of her scared her and there was no way she could even look at him for what he did.
"Please, Draco, please just let me go," She begged.
Draco raised an eyebrow, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards him. Hermione closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. He had killed everything that meant anything to her.
"Don't worry. You're safe here," He reassured her.
But she wasn't listening. Just as she was about to jerk away, she felt a pain in her stomach. Her hand immediately placed itself on there, as she fell to the ground. Feeling tears welling in her eyes, she prayed silently for her baby to be okay. It had to be okay.
Draco watched her suspiciously, trying to figure out what was happening. He helped her onto a chair and knelt down beside her.
"What is it?"
She didn't want to tell. She couldn't tell, or she knew he would take her baby away. But if she didn't, there was a possibility of losing it. She opened her eyes and clutched her stomach tighter.
It must've been a surprise to him because he gaped at her as if she had just come back from the dead. He never remembered her being pregnant. Draco scooped her up into his arms and layed her back down on the bed as he watched her whimper in pain. He didn't want to help her because he knew that baby was Harry's. And that was the whole point of his mission, to get rid of everything she had.
"Draco, please…" She broke off and she screamed as the pain intensified.
As he was about to leave her, the screams stopped. He turned to face her to find her catching her breath and spotted tears leaking from her eyes.
Draco took a few steps closer to the bed and stared at her.
Hermione looked up at him and shook her head before burying her face in a pillow. All she could do was cry. Cry until there were no tears left.
"You took them away from me."
Draco rolled his eyes and sighed impatiently at her crying. He moved closer to the bed, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Could you just… calm down?"
"Get your hands off of me," Hermione hissed.
Draco did as she wished and gazed down at her. He glanced at the door and sighed. His plans were crashing down.
"They were the people that meant everything to me. Harry, Ron, my parents, the Weasleys… How could you? How can you bare to live with yourself?" Hermione asked as she looked up at him, "Your evil."
Taking offense to this, Draco grabbed her by the waist and dug his fingernails into her hips. He sneered and leaned in closer.
"I'm evil, Hermione? I've given you a home… a life, and I could take that away faster than you could snap your fingers," He whispered venomously.
"Then do it! I have nothing to live for anymore… Might as well take it away!" She yelled.
It didn't occur to him that she actually wanted to finish her life. He just wanted to scare her, but now he had nothing to say. Pushing her back onto the bed, he brushed his hands on his pants and turned towards the door.
"Be down in the dining room by one. We can discuss everything there."
Draco stepped out of the room and made sure to slam the door behind him. Hermione threw a vase at the wall and winced as it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces on the floor. It all seemed surreal, but she knew that no matter how many tears she cried… they'd never be back because of the man that left the room.
The only thing she had left was her baby.
"Potter… lovely day for a wedding, isn't it? Sky's are blue, grass is green, and Granger is… yours," Draco drawled as he came down the white pathway to the altar.
No one uttered a word as he approached the altar where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the Priest stood.
"Listen, Malfoy, you weren't invited, so get out," Harry demanded.
Ron looked nervously at Hermione, who was holding tightly onto Harry's hand. Draco obviously noticed their closeness, and smirked.
"It's a shame you won't be together for very long," Draco started as he ran his wand down Hermione's chest.
Harry and Ron both made a move to get Draco away, but he clicked his tongue and turned to the men.
"Touch me, and I swear I'll kill her."
Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying and stared out to her family and friends sitting in t he white chairs, surrounded by white flowers… and deatheaters in white mask. The perfect wedding she had dreamt of for so long was becoming a nightmare.
"You know Potter, you always got any fucking thing you wanted, but now it's my turn. Kill them all," He ordered his followers as he watched as they either killed with spells or muggle weapons. Draco wanted to be the one to kill Harry though.
He turned around as Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione ran off behind him. Breaking into a run after them, he held out his wand and pointed it at the redheads first.
"Avada Kedavra!" Draco shouted.
Red sparks flew out of his wand, hitting Ron and Ginny. Hermione turned to try and save her friends, but Harry grabbed her arm and tried to get her out. As they ran she could hear screams, and shouts as the deatheaters killed off her friends and family. She couldn't be brave anymore.
"You can run, Potter! But you can't hide."
Hermione woke up to find cold tears staining her cheeks. She looked around the room and out the window to find the sun setting, which meant she had missed lunch. Getting up from the bed, she stepped over the glass and walked towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed something. Her wedding dress. No longer was she in it, but in a white nighty. She wanted it back.
Storming out of the room, she found her way through the twisted hallways. Hermione had no idea where the owner of the house was, but she wanted to tear him apart for what he did. Nothing could describe the emptiness she felt and it was because of him.
As she continued down the hallways she came upon a grand staircase leading into the Entrance Hall most likely. She slowly headed down the staircase, and heard voices coming from inside a room. Hermione turned to the Oak doors and opened them to find the Dining room where Draco sat with three other men.
"Ah, Hermione, lovely to see you finally up," He drawled.
Suddenly she felt self-conscious being in her nightgown in front of them. Then another emotion hit. Hatred. These were some of the men that were probably at her wedding… that killed her friends and family. She looked at each and every one of them. Their fake smiles, the way they eyed her.
"Go to hell, all of you," Hermione said as she turned her back and walked out of the room.Draco stood up and muttered his apologies before running after her. Seeing her walking up the stairs, Draco bounded up after her and grabbed her by the waist.
"Lettme go!" She screamed.
Draco cupped his hand over her mouth and led her upstairs into a random room. Slamming the door behind him, he eyed her and sneered.
"Do you know who those people are?" He hissed.
Hermione sat down on a chair and turned away from him.
"The people that killed my family and friends," Hermione said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Draco shook his head furiously and stood in front of her.
"If you would give me one moment to explain to you why I did this… then maybe you'd understand!" Draco yelled.
"Nothing could make me understand a beast like you. But try… just try."
"I killed them because I wanted you. I needed you. Screw the petty fights at Hogwarts, Hermione when you grew up, I couldn't believe it. You and Harry worked at the ministry… two of their most prized employees, and I became the dark lord. I couldn't just ask you on a date. You were working against my kind! Then you and Potter got engaged… and that's when I planned it… if you had no one, then you'd have to confide in m-"
Hermione stood up and stared at him with disgust.
"Your pathetic. You could've done so many other things… but you killed them. My family, my friends… everyone. Draco I have nothing left."
The tension between the two was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Hermione hated Draco, and Draco wanted her. Pushing him out of the way, Hermione headed over to the window and looked out at the night sky.
"I loved Harry, Draco. We were soul mates… about to spend our lives together… and you took him. He was my everything."
Hermione felt tears welling up in her eyes as she thought about him.
Draco swallowed hard, and approached her from behind.
"I could be your everything, though. I'll give you the world."
"You, Draco could give me nothing I want," Hermione said as she turned to face him, "You're scum, filth, and I would rather die then be yours. You think I hated you back in Hogwarts? That was nothing. I honestly can say that I hate you now."
Her words cut through him as she spoke. No one had ever said anything so hateful to him, but he couldn't be mad at her. She was here because he was in love with her, but in order to keep her inline he'd have to punish her. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled her closer to him and leaned so close that he could feel her warm breath hitting his face.
"Hermione, I'm not going to kill you, but I'm going to make you suffer. I want to take care of you, but if you want to disrespect me, then I will give you the punishments. Tonight you won't sleep in the room I have given you, but down in the dungeons, and this will occur until you can find something inside you to forget about everything and be mine."
She wasn't frightened by his punishment. In reality she wasn't frightened of anything anymore.
"I guess I'll be in there till I die then, because I will never be yours, Draco. Never."
Draco pulled her out of the room and down the corridors, until he came upon a door that led to a set of stone stairs that ascended into darkness. He pushed her inside and locked the door.
"I'll send the houseelves with some blankets, but other than that you're alone," He said.
Draco walked away without a second glance and joined his guest again.
Hermione on the other hand sat down on the steps and curled herself into a ball. There was nothing to do but cry. About everything. She was now property of the most fearsome man in the wizarding world, and everything was lost but one thing.
"I'm going to protect you, don't you worry…" She whispered to her baby as she rubbed her stomach.
Meanwhile, Draco took his spot back at the table among his peers. They all eyed him as he picked up his spoon and dipped it into his bowl of soup like nothing had happened before."So I take it that she hasn't fully grasped the situation," Marcus Flint said as he dipped his own spoon in his soup.
Draco looked up and shrugged."She'll come around. I know she will."