Under the Darkness | Dramione | English Version

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Hermione appeared outside the confines of Diagon Alley and she stopped for a moment to breathe, she felt her heart in her throat, had her wand gripped convulsively in her right hand.
She checked that the guards were not nearby and set off for the only place she could think of hoping that it would be safe.
She didn't have to open the door because it was not there, she walked up the wooden stairs creaking up to the apartment located on what was left of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes; she looked at the dusty blankets and pierced in some places, the small bookcase against the wall, one shelf had fallen, but the others still had books.
She felt the tiredness raining on her and sat on that mattress, she thought to schedule the next day but decided to go to sleep and postpone everything to the next morning.
She got under the covers and tried to fall asleep quickly, fortunately the sleep conquered her in a matter of minutes.
The next morning she awoke at dawn, turned in her bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, in doing so a cloud of dust rose and blurred the sight of the ceiling, some grains slipped into her nose and lungs, she sneezed and said she had to clean up the right to survive, but not too much to show her presence.
She lay in bed until the sun was up and only then she decided to get up.
She searched for papers in desk drawers and ink, found everything and quickly sharpened the ink again.
She made a map to mark the safe and poorly patrolled streets; she designed the streets around her until she could remember them then chose a book from the shelf and sat on the ground to read for a few hours.
What distracted her from reading was her stomach making a sound similar to the roar of a beast reminding her that she had to find a way to eat.
For the rest of the afternoon he ignored the hunger bites until the sun was low and darkness began to cover the streets of Diagon Alley, and it was then that she went out hooded and headed to a small fruit and vegetable shop. An old lady was slowly tidying up the crates filled with food and Hermione took advantage of a moment of distraction of the old woman to grab six apples and then disappear.
On her way back to the apartment, she repeated that she would pay for them sooner or later.
She had to find a way to get in touch with the resistance, actually she had to find out if there was still a resistance. She felt a sudden sense of emptiness assaulting her, alone, she was completely alone. She missed Harry, she missed Ron and Ginny.
She fell on the bed and embraced the wand, she was fighting alone.
She just stood there remembering with the moon shining in the sky.
Suddenly she got up, dried up a tear, ate half an apple, and went back under the covers, leaving herself in the darkness that she was beginning to like.
***
The Manor had always been silent and Draco loved that silence.
He got out of bed and reached the sink, rinsed his face feeling under his fingers and palms a beginning of beard, he did not want to cut it and left it there.
He took a grey shirt from his closet and buttoned it on without tucking it in his pants, then walked into the Manor library, headed to the mistery section, and chose one.
In the room he pulled the wand out of his pants and with a non-verbal spell lit the fireplace, the room was immediately invaded by light and heat. He sat on the couch crossing his legs opened on page forty-seven the novel entitled "The Last Moon"; the elf approached but the man shook his head in silence to dismiss the creature.
In the evening, after a dinner of guinea fowl and red wine, he wore the black cloak, the mask and disappeared.
He was on a six-hour round from 9:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m., then he'd probably go to Red Shine with the other guys.
It was weird setting foot in that fancy whorehouse. Since he began to bond with Astoria had not set foot there, he did not seem respectful to her but after her death enter there again was a good way to hide appearances.
No one asked about the deceased, the story was that she cheated on him with who knows who else and got pregnant.
Within himself Draco shouted that it was not so, that Astoria was a good girl, that they loved each other, that the child was his, that they had killed his son and the woman he loved but outside... outside he raised his shoulders listlessly and pronounced "c'est la vie" before drinking a long sip of Fire Whiskey to replace the burning of the crying in his throat with that of alcohol.
He was walking in a parallel of the main street when he heard the sound of a spell and saw its coloured glow, he disappeared and managed to hit the fugitive. On the left arm of the man, where the spell landed there was a deep cut from which blood flowed abundantly, no one cared.
Draco with all the calm of the world approached Higgs and handed him his hand to help him to rise.
«I'm always covering your ass Higgs.»
«Or you bring bad luck, when you weren't here the patrols were very quiet.»
The blond one snorted.
«Boring.»
The boy who was hit had fewer years than Draco, was fearfully white because of the substantial loss of blood.
«You broke his arm Malfoy, he can't even work.»
«No! No! I can work! I swear!»
He probably knew that otherwise he would be considered useless and eliminated without too much trouble.
Annoyed Draco pointed the wand on the prisoner who shook his eyes fearing a curse or some torture.
«Brachio Emenda.»
With a loud "crack" the bone returned intact and in its place.
«Just a bandage and in a few days he could work.»
The other man watched him amazed by that behavior but said nothing and disappeared with the young man.
The patrol continued quietly until the three splits when in the main square the groups changed.
Draco and his mates dematerialized at the entrance of the whorehourse and were welcomed by the owner.
«Lord Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again.»
«Good evening Brax.»
The man in front of him was short and stocky, with an uncultivated beard and a beginning of hairline.
He had on his finger a big gold ring that always showed off as if to show how much he earned with that activity considered neither legal nor illegal.
«Do you want the usual table?»
«Yes.»
«All right, a boy will accompany you. Lord Malfoy?»
Draco turned to the man who had spoken to him.
«Yes?»
«May I introduce you to something special this evening? As welcome back.»
Malfoy nodded and told the others that he would join them.
He was accompanied to the first floor where the rooms were and they stopped in front of number nine.
«After you.»
The Slytherin found itself in a space illuminated by some candles, the shades of the furniture and the walls were tending to orange.
«She is Ambra.»
Brax said, pointing to the girl who promptly jumped out of bed.
«She is new but she is young, graceful and obedient.»
«How old is she?»
«Nineteen.»
Draco looked at her, she was beautiful and her white robe highlighted her dark and long hair.
«Can it be to your liking?»
«Yes.»
«Well, then I'll leave you alone.»
After the door closed, they stood still, Malfoy looked at her and she looked down.
«Are you afraid?» he asked after seconds of silence that seemed eternal.
«No Sir. »
«Then why don't you look at me?»
The girl suddenly raised her head and Draco was almost disappointed, without knowing why he expected brown eyes and instead his were green as the leaves of the trees in summer.
She looked at it from head to toe, of all the Death Eaters she had seen he was the youngest and he was beautiful.
She approached him slowly and brought her hands on the first button of the shirt but did not open it, raised her eyes to look into his eyes; he overhung her by about ten centimetres.
Draco stroked her neck with one hand, with the other tightened her side and folded to arrive with his lips on his clavicle.
While she was stripping him suddenly the blond spoke.
«Why are you here?»
«To satisfy you.» She thought it was one of those questions that everyone was asking her to hear something specific, but Draco straightened up and grabbed her wrists.
«How did you end up here?»
Ambra stiffened up and stared at him upset then he drew her to himself.
«I want to know how a young girl like you ended up in this place.»
«Better here than in the prison camps.» she answered him harshly and he left her.
«You are a Mudblood.»
«My mother was a witch, my father a muggle.»
«Where are they?»
«He abandoned us when I was little, you killed my mother.»
He approached her and stroked her hair then her back.
«How long have you been here?»
«Two week.»
«Have you ever had contact with the resistance?»
«No.»
«Really? I'm not here as an official if that's what you're worried about.»
«I have never had contact with the resistance. Are you just here to talk?»
The guys grinned at that prickly answer than he took off her robe and took her to bed, placing herself behind her.
The room quickly filled with groans and sighs; Draco closed his eyes continuing to caress her back and found himself catapulted to the Manor, in his room, with his betrothed.
As soon as the girl came, he stopped and walked away from her.
«You... did not come.»
«It doesn't matter.» he said, getting dressed quickly.
«But-»
«No. It's okay.»
He picked up the wand and went out of that room to the bathroom.
He leaned on the sink and looked at the mirror, had shiny eyes and the memory of Astoria in the iris.
***
Hermione awoke with a few screams.
She grabbed the wand from under the pillow and leaned out of the window sure they wouldn't see her with the darkness behind her.
A few meters from the building that occupied there were two Death Eaters who were beating a boy, the woman distinctly heard the noise of the beating that was receiving the unfortunate.
She looked to the left, attracted by a rapid movement, and noticed a presence, it was a small figure, perhaps a woman or a child.
When the two men were satisfied they lifted the prisoned and dematerialized, Hermione checked if the second person was still there and found it, made sure the road was clear and reached him.
«Hey.»
It was a girl who jumped and looked at her scared.
«Who are you?»
«Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.»
She noticed that she stared at her wand and put it away.
«Was he a friend of yours?»
The unknown woman nodded.
«Where did they take him?» she asked and Hermione shook her head and looked down.
«I don't know.»
«Are you in the resistance?»
«I'm looking for it, do you know anything about it?»
«He was part of the resistance or at least had contacts inside. He never wanted me to deal with it, he said it was to protect me.»
Hermione was in trouble, she didn't know what to say to the young woman who had probably lost her only foothold.
«I am sorry.»
This simply came out of her and she retreated and disappeared into the darkness.
She was still far from the resistance, too far.