Under the Darkness | Dramione | English Version

XIII

Hermione was at Malfoy Manor for four days.
The Death Eater hadn't seen her sitting at the table with yet but the woman did not give signs of suffering from hunger, of course she was quite always locked in the room but the few times in which they met she was always standing and she didn't seem without strength.
The man knew very well that she was cheating, he just had to figure out how.
On the morning of the fifth day Draco decided to get up early and as a thief lurked in his own house not far from the room of the girl.
He did not have to wait long before seeing one of his elves enter and exit shortly after, with an empty tray.
He contained the anger and decided that he would act in his own way, subtly.
That night Hermione, like most nights, went to bed early.
She fell asleep within minutes, hidden under the blankets that seemed to be the only thing able to give her a minimum of protection in that huge hostile house.
That night he dreamed after so many dreamless nights of sleep.

She saw an elf cleaning a kitchen, then washing clothes, and then cleaning the table where the owners had just eaten.
She saw him wandering around all the halls doing a lot of homework. Then suddenly the creature stopped and looked at her. He had never done it before, it was as if Hermione had been present in that reality but not visible, until that moment.
They looked each other in the eye then suddenly the elf assumed an expression of pain, began to warp and melt like a burning candle.
Hermione wanted to help him, tried to move towards him but found herself stuck, her legs heavy as stone prevented her from moving.

The Gryffindor suddenly woke up and sat down. It was dawn outside, she was sweaty, the nightgown stuck on her chest. She got up and washed her face, when she looked at the mirror she looked terrified and immediately thought back to the dream.
She had a sense of suffocation since she woke up, it worsened when she returned to the room and she thought to stay awake to wait for Pim to thank him as always.
The suffocation was accompanied by a feeling of frost and anguish.
Something happened and she was sure of that.
She stood on the bed staring at the door waiting for the elf to come in to fetch the tray but the sun rose high in the sky and that door did not open.
To that fear by now certain is added anger, she got out of bed determined to leave that room, she didn't even take off his nightgown and wear a dress.
She went down the stairs to the living room and immediately spotted the blonde head of Death Eater sitting on the couch, she appeared in front of him and when he looked up making their eyes meet her stomach twisted even more than it already was.
« What have you done? »
The landlord stared at her.
« What are you talking about Mudblood? »
« You know very well what I'm talking about. »
« Illuminate me. »
« The elf. -Draco's face contrasted in a serious expression- What did you do to the elf? »
« Ah, the elf. You challenged me Granger, and you did it on the skin of an innocent creature. »
« What did you do to him? »
« I freed him. »
Hermione's face lost colour as she felt a wave of despair and tears hit it with malice. If a few years earlier, she would have been happy to receive this news but now everything changed and turned upside down. The freed elves were doomed to death and Pim would be dead because of her.
« No. »
« No? - Malfoy's laughter always gave her chills, so cold and evil- Yes Granger. »
« He has no fault! I was at- »
« You! That's right! It was you. -The mouth-watering smile on Death Eater's face faded as he approached her- Dare to challenge me again, Granger. You already have an innocent life on your conscience. »
The girl lowered its head unable to sustain the icy gaze of man.
« Now, please sit with me at breakfast and avoid me losing other servants. »
The first step taken by the woman left the blond surprised, he was expecting another rejection, another affront instead she accepted without even a word of rebellion his invitation.
Hermione sat down in one of the two places and gathered her hands on her lap waiting for the blond to take his place in front of her.
There was a slice of cream cake in a white saucer, with berries on top and a layer of jam in the middle.
She'd been hungry since she woke up, but her stomach was knotted at the time.
« Is breakfast not to your taste Mudblood? »
Hermione looked at him, this time angry, then looked at the plate and again at the man.
« I love cream, it's my favorite cake. » said pretending a smile and ignoring in grin on the Death Eater's face.
They had breakfast in silence, as soon as she had finished the woman rose.
« Where are you going? »
Hermione really hated him.
« Away from you. »
Yet she loved to challenge him and see his face twitching with anger, it was so satisfying.
She watched him rise and for the second time in a very short time he approach her dangerously.
« Get used to me Granger because you will spend your life here. »
He departed, leaving her standing in the hall with eyes full of tears.
The woman locked herself in the room to avoid any other meeting with him before the inevitable lunch.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at its reflection, its hollow cheeks and the little colour it had.
She picked up some of the hair with a pincer to remove it from her face and went back to the room thinking of something to pass the time.
It was dangerous, if Malfoy came in at that time, she'd be doomed, but she had to.
She pulled the coin of the D.A. out of the hiding place in her dress, looked at it for a long time before she decided to use it; she turned it three times in the hand and waited, in a few seconds it became hot and her heart began to beat frantically. She dropped it to the ground, she couldn't get in touch with the resistance from Malfoy Manor. She waited for it to become a normal coin again, cold, then she picked it up and hid it again.
It worked and this was another huge step forward.
***
Hermione came out of the room just in time to see Malfoy leave his studio slamming the door.
Every time they met the Death Eater took the opportunity to annoy her, this time instead he passed by her gloomy, without dignifying it.
The girl went down after him without seeing him again and sat at the table waiting for him for dinner.
Yet he did not arrive, Hermione waited more than half an hour without seeing him, asked information to an elf without having explanation.
Nervous she got up and watched by the elf went out of the manor.
The cold air hit her with malice making her shudder, she embraced her shoulders and moved in search of the man.
The Manor Garden was huge and she had never been there, she seemed to get lost in the first step.
She skirted a side in the castle and after a few minutes of research spotted Malfoy sitting on a stone bench.
He had one arm resting on one leg and the other close to his face.
Hermione smelled sweet anise as she approached him.
« The dinner gets cold Malfoy. »
Draco jumped, was overthinking and did not expect to be in front of her.
« Interesting. »
The man took a breath from the cigarette in his right hand and again she smelled that strong anise perfume.
« I won't wait for you anymore. »
Said the girl turning her back, received no answer.
She sat down at the table and ate the first meal cold by now, thinking back to Malfoy; since she was at the Manor she never saw him in this way, it was like be back at the sixth year at Hogwarts.
The second meal, in the absence of the master, wasn't served so the woman got up and went to her room.
Walking along the corridor of the first floor her eyes fell on the door of the office where Malfoy worked; she thought to enter it, to look for information on the resistance then she thought again about it, at the moment it was not the case.
She was in his room for a long time when he heard him come back.
Draco locked himself in his room and sat on the bed. He took out of his pocket a wrinkled letter and read it again; another marriage proposal, this time with a German aristocrat, four years older than him. He dropped it in the basket next to the door and it caught fire leaving as evidence of his presence only a small pile of ash.
He took off his shoes and lay down on the bed without changing, closed his eyes and remained motionless with his mind full of confusion.
Keeping his eyes closed he turned looking with his arm for something (or someone) to hold but he did not found it (her). He felt that annoying pain in his chest again.