"I have to say, for being one of biggest Order bases, guard security is rather lax." Draco said to her through the bars. To her satisfaction, the healing charms didn't look like they had much effect.
Hermione was leaning across the parallel wall, arms crossed as she took him in. Against her better judgment, she found herself back in the basement. She had left her knives in her room this time.
"The guards were more than willing to take a 'break'. You'll find no one here really cares what happens to you when you murder their family." Hermione said, resisting the urge to reach for her wand.
He smirked cruelly. "I get a feeling we're not talking about the guards anymore."
"To the contrary. You happened to murder several members of their family. But of course you wouldn't remember." She responded with a dry throat.
He let out a soft laugh.
"I remember some killings though. Some particularly satisfactory ones." He smiled sadistically.
Hermione bit her tongue.
"Let's see... I remember this one..radical. One of yours." Draco said, adjusting his shackles. "The Dark Lord was quite pleased when I was able to capture him." Hermione had stepped closer to the cell.
"A Weasley. You'll be pleased to know I wasn't able to crack him as easily as the others. But oh my did he scream. You can always tell who the screamers are. I knew the first time I saw him." Draco said with a large smile. The blood hadn't been cleaned from his bright white teeth.
Hermione's jaw clicked. Fred.
She personally got the report of the body. The Order decided it was best if the other Weasley family members never laid an eye on it.
"Then there were these muggles." Draco continued."
"They were quite filthy, as you're probably already aware of. Being a product of filthy breeding yourself." He said softly. Dangerously.
She needed to leave.
"Of course I needed to do the noble thing and purify them of their...filth. I started with their skin." Draco, adding a reminiscing tone to his voice. Like he enjoyed the memory fondly.
Hermione closed her eyes, but refused to move.
"Then I of course, I moved to the blood. Every last filthy drop...taken and destroyed. Don't worry though, I made sure they could see that process, made sure they could watch their..purification."
Hermione's nails dug into her arms. The warm scarlet blood soon covering her fingertips.
"Let's see if I can recall their names. I think one was named Thomas." Hermione swallowed.
"And I didn't think I would forget the woman's name. The other muggle wouldn't stop screaming it...."Draco faked recollection. He hadn't forgotten anything.
"Jean."
Hermione's magic was physically dancing on her fingertips.
"Yes Jean. Do you want to know what Jean, was screaming?" He asked. Hermione didn't respond. He smiled triumphantly at that, knowing she wouldn't.
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Certified Monsters
Fanfic"He's my best friend. Was. And I-didn't save him." (18+ CONTENT WARNINGS READ WITH CAUTION) *** It's two years into the war. Two years since Hermione lost Harry. The boy who was supposed to save the wizarding world. The boy who promised Hermione tha...
