antichrist // dramione

un: spitfire

hermione's eyes flew open again, her body tense as she heard the sound of footsteps coming her way. her cell was small and damp with barely enough room for the cot placed inside for her but she was thin enough to wiggle behind the door. she bit her lip hard as the door swung open and the footsteps paused.

"you do realize that there is no way of escaping or are you not as smart as you once was, mudblood?"

the door swung shut and there, in all his blonde glory, stood none other than, draco malfoy.

draco's lazy gray eyes looked her up and down, like one who surveys their purchases. they stood like that for a few minutes before hermione couldn't take it anymore, just as malfoy was about to speak, she swung out her fist and knocked him in the jaw.

draco stumbled backwards into the stone wall, his hand at his face.

"are you fucking mad?" he spat at her. hermione shrugged her shoulders and stood as far away from him as she could get.

after he had finished with his dramatics, draco straightened up, anger now flecking his gray eyes.

"i'm to take to you aunt bellatrix," he said in a very monotone sort of voice. hermione wished she could tell him to go fuck himself but instead contented herself with flipping him off. his brows furrowed and he drew quite close to her.

she set her jaw and stared back.

"aunt bell is in a worse mood than usual, i would advise you to not piss her off."

hermione opened her mouth to ask him why he would help her but no sound came out of her moving lips. whatever compassion draco had now evaporated and he smirked.

"try not to scream so hard, granger, you might wear out your voice."

hermione spat at his feet and mustering all the courage she could, she swung the door open and beckoned malfoy to lead the way.

he rolled his eyes.

"is it the so called gryffindor bravery that is prompting you or stupidity?"

hermione flexed her arm again for malfoy to notice, which he did and thus began to walk a few paces away from hermione. she smiled to herself despite the current situation.

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as they exited the dark corridors down below, hermione begin to subtly observe her surroundings. high satin curtains hung from the tall windows, dark lounges and coffee tables elegantly placed in the living room. It would have been a beautiful room if not for the dark energy pulsing through, causing any shimmer of sunlight to retreat.

when draco turned her to her right, she saw the deranged bellatrix lestrange sitting by the fireplace with her pale, shivering, sister, narcissa. as bellatrix slowly turned her head toward the pair, hermione had to contain her shivers of fear spiking down her spin and in her stomach. she boldly looked into bellatrix's eyes, hoping against hope that the woman would not notice her fear. bellatrix's mouth curled upwards into a very nasty snarl.

"get your hands off of it, draco," bellatrix drawled. "you don't want that kind of filth on you."

if hermione was expecting draco to react differently, she was disappointed. he removed his hands from her shoulders so quickly she was starting to believe in the dirty blood claim.

"now, little bitch," bellatrix spat. "we're going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to have 2 minutes to answer them each. if you don't it will end quite badly for you."

draco and his mother looked anywhere but at bellatrix and hermione.

bellatrix approached hermione and jabbed her wand at her throat.

"remember, girl, 2 minutes,"

hermione shut her eyes as a warm tingling sensation tickled her throat, it was so wonderful it almost cancelled out the pain from bellatrix slapping her.

"tell us where potter is, little wench. do so, and the dark lord might be lenient on you."

hermione smiled grimly at bellatrix.

"eat a bag of dicks and go to hell."

hermione barely had time to acknowledge the choking sound coming from draco when a searing, intense pain began to build in her throat. it was as if her throat was on fire and incinerating inside of her. hermione began to cry but refused to give them the satisfaction of her wails. bellatrix seized hermione's hair and screamed in her face.

"you think you're witty? you think you're doing them a favor?" bellatrix howled in hermione's face and the burning intensity in her throat built up.

"do you think you will win? you will not and you will die alongside potter and weasley, mark my words, mudblood!" bellatrix threw hermione on the ground and dropped on her knees beside hermione. she pinned down hermione's arm and hissed,

"i will not ask again, where is potter?"

bellatrix jabbed hermione's throat and the pain subsided but the burns had begun to form even on the outside of her neck. hermione gave a dry laugh and coughed hard, trying to swallow. bellatrix slapped hermione again, the sound echoing in the large room.

"answer me!"

hermione turned and looked bellatrix in the eye with a smile,

"remember when tonks killed your husband?"

her world went black after that.