Consumed | Hermione x Draco

Punishment

It only took two weeks for the attack of the Order.

In the middle of the night we are awoken by Death Eaters storming into our room. I am forced to stay home. I quickly find Narcissa in the drawing room already with a tray of tea. The moment I take my cup and sip it I can feel the strong burn of the alcohol. It is more Firewhiskey than tea honestly, but it's just what we both need.

She can't sit still as both her husband and son are currently at the battlefield. I try to hide my emotions, but my foot is bouncing as I send little prayers, to god knows who, for the safety of my Father, the pact and Godfather.

I gasp in shock at the pain, Narcissa is next to me within a second, my shoulder is burning but when I pull my shirt down I can't see anything. I am focussed on the bonds inside of me, linking me with the pact and the others who I care about. As I exhale and follow the thread of magic from the pain I know who got hit, Theo. A brush of reassuring magic caresses mine and I know he is continuing the fight.

It takes hours, I watch the sun rise and fall again. The elves bring food throughout the day, but we hardly touched it, but the Firewhiskey keeps on flowing. It isn't until midnight when I am summoned, the burning of my arm suddenly kicking an energy rush through me.

"Penny!" Narcissa yelled, I never heard her that unladylike. But the house elf pops up.

"What can Penny do for Mistress? Get Mistress and Miss Hermione something to eat?"

I try to tell her what to do but hiccup and have to start my sentence again. "Penny could I get a Sober-Up potion? I'm being summoned."

"Yes, miss Hermione. Of course. Penny will give you the potion," she pops away only to return a minute later with a lot more than just a Sober-Up potion, her little arms filled with multiple vials.

"One for Mistress too. And Pepper-Up potion. Let Penny make Miss Hermione presentable." With a few snaps of her fingers my hair is pulled back, my face cools down and my black trousers and shirt are transformed into a knee length dress with tights.

"How do I look?" I ask Narcissa as Penny pops away again to get me a pair of ankle boots.

"Perfect, as if you spend your day wondering about the success of your husband and not like you drowned in Firewhiskey and laid on the couch all day."

That should do. I still feel the effects of the alcohol but the potion brings it back to a simmer instead of a rolling boil. It's probably just enough to make me push through the summoning. I have no idea how the battle went, I felt three more sharp pains shoot through my body during the day and evening. But they are all alive and that is what matters. I even felt the beginning of a bond with Lucius, it's faint but it is growing. Everytime I felt the pain Narcissa was next to me, on her knees on the ground, waiting for me to tell her who was hurt. The moment her son's name left my left, she squeezed my hand hard and tried to hold back the tears but failed. It took a few minutes before the burning pain left my chest and another calming brush with magic settled my own nerves. After that she stayed even closer to me.

Penny returns with the boots and I slip them on while I secure my wand hollister around my thigh. I barely use my wand lately, focussing more on wandless magic.

The second I am ready I nod to the two and touch the Dark Mark on my arm. I am pulled into apparition and focus on the feeling of stone beneath my feet. Practice makes perfect and I don't even stumble as I appear beside the Dark Lord. I simply step forward and keep my head high as I take a deep breath to make the spinning in my head stop.

I don't make a sound as I take in my surroundings. We are in the Great Hall. All the windows are shattered, tables, benches and pillars all lay in rubble. The big doors are blown from their hinges. And then I start to feel the magic pressing on me. The dark magic is stifling.