Draco Malfoy and the Seven

The Catalyst

Feminine cries ricocheted off the castle walls, wrenching Draco Malfoy forward as if attached to an invisible string birthed from her pain. Oblivious to the crumbling of his sanity, the battle raged on outside the nearly deserted hall he found himself in. Draco fights to stay present as her whimpers bring forth a rush of memories he'd have rather left buried.

Aunt Bella's deranged laughter, blood droplets trickling down olive skin, skin wrapped tightly around malnourished flesh and bone. Flashes of chestnut curls stick against her sweat-soaked throat. She begged for it to end, claims of innocence falling from her blood-splattered lips.

Yes, Draco would know the sound of Hermione Granger's screams anywhere. He had been forced to bear witness to her torture, knowing there was nothing he could do for fear that any action on his part would cause harm to the only person in the world Draco cared for, Narcissa Malfoy.

Granger's weak cries bring Draco back to the present, and he quickly casts a disillusionment charm to conceal himself from Death Eaters and Order members alike.

Inching forward, clamping down hard on his Occlumency walls, Draco gathered his wits about him.
Dolohov had Granger bent over a side table with one of his hands roughly holding her down between her shoulder blades. Her top had been ripped down the middle of her back and was hanging off of her shoulders. The sound of Dolohov's soft but quick grunts as he thrust into Granger threatened to break what little control Draco had. He felt an unfamiliar sense of white-hot rage flood his senses as he witnessed yet another act of torture being pressed upon his former classmate.  Draco holds fast onto his self-control and mutters into the quiet darkness.

"Dolohov, I do believe the Dark Lord has made it clear in the past that he would prefer if you didn't play with his toys without permission. The Mudblood you have your poor excuse for a cock shoved into happens to be Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's best friend. I would think even you would have better sense than to defile her before asking the Dark Lord's permission." Draco raised one eyebrow at the offensive man, using his natural haughty demeanor and the fear he knew Donohov undoubtedly carried for the Dark Lord to try and press his advantage.

"The Malfoy brat is getting a little big for his britches, is he now? Thinks he has earned the right to presume what the Dark Lord would want, eh? Well, I'll tell you what, boy, after I'm finished tearing this Mudbloods cunt to bits with my "poor excuse for a cock", I'll let you have a go, and then we'll drag her to the Dark Lord. I will be rewarded for bringing her forward and knocking her down a peg. Stupid bitch thinks she can stand up to the likes of a Death Eater like me? Put her right in her place, I did." This close, Draco could see blood trickle down Granger's thighs from the assault on her body.

"Please, Malfoy. Just end it." Granger begged him.
Draco didn't think he could handle any more begging from the witch. He truly thought he had enough to last a lifetime. Draco gripped his wand tighter in his sweaty palms.

"You may be willing to soil your family name by sticking your prick in a Mudblood, but the Malfoy line has much higher standards than that. So, I think I will have to pass up on your offer. We need to head back to the battle, so leave your little toy behind, and let's go." Draco tried to reason once again, knowing that he would be out-skilled in a one-on-one battle with Dolohov. The aging Death Eater had decades of battle experience over him. Dolohov gave  Draco an assessing look before turning back to Granger, grabbing her shoulders roughly and thrusting into her. She let out an anguished cry that sent a jolt through Draco's body, sending him into action without another thought.

"Stupify!" Draco yelled, and a shot of red light burst from his hawthorn wand. Dolohov was much faster, casting a quick Difindo, and the spell ricocheted off the stone wall. Pulling away from Granger while simultaneously fixing his trousers, Dolohov turned to face Draco. Draco saw Granger fall to the floor in a whimpering heap and he had to remind himself to stay focused if either of them was going to make it out of this alive.