𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 8

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Hermione had been silent the entirety of the day.

No training, no braiding, not even a headache. She could only focus on the extreme trembling in her fingertips, sitting absolutely terrified after another dreamless night.

Today would be her first interrogation on her medication.

"Nervous today, are we, Mudblood?" The woman entered the cell and took her by the throat before dragging her along the dirt pathway, all the way to the interrogation house.

She was shoved down into the chair, limbs tied to it's wooden being before the woman sharply slapped her across the face.

"Hey."

A thick, strict voice drawled from the corner.

"Lay off."

"I'm sorry, Corporal," she profusely apologized, hiding her preposterous eye roll from his view.

"You may begin."

Hermione gave him a terrified glance; he merely responded with a small nod of his head.

The death eaters pointed their wands towards Hermione's body as she squeezed her eyes shut, preparing her mind as much as she could despite it's barrenness.

But to her surprise, she'd passed through their spells with ease. Every single penetration had been successfully blocked with zero to little pain.

She opened her eyes in confusion.

"Still nothing?" Draco drawled from the corner, eyes slanted towards the female who stood before her.

"No, sir," she exclaimed defeatedly.

"What a shame," he sighed, "It seems you are no longer of use to me, Elaine. You will be transferred to Corporal Zabini's troop tomorrow morning."

"I can do it, Sir, I just need a little more time-"

"I have given you seven months, Elaine. It seems you are so terrible at your job I've taken on most of your responsibilities myself," he snarled, anger radiating off of his broad shoulders.

She leaned closer into him, malevolent green eyes boring straight into his, "We're not forgetting who caught her in the first place... Are we, Corporal?"

"I've changed my mind," Draco sighed, "You will not be transferred tomorrow morning,"

A small smirk came upon her face, but was quickly defeated.

"You will be transferring now."

"Excuse me-"

"Leave my interrogation room, soldier. You're done."

"But-"

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT,"

Hermione flinched in her chair as his sharp tongue rumbled through the walls, into the valley and surely echoing out and away into the mountains above.

"Come, Mudblood," he swiftly untied her limbs before pushing her through the door, making sure every remaining death eater in the building watched him shove her to the ground before picking her back up again, "We're leaving."

Blood began to trickle down her scraped knees as they walked in silence.

Suddenly she had an idea. She'd no idea how it'd sprung into her mind; it was a subconscious thought. She was nearly involuntary to her thoughts, let alone her actions.