The Assistant ✔️

76- The Beautiful City Of Paris.. again

Months passed, and they sent
the children to Disney land with Blaise and Pansy, who hadn't a clue what was going on the entire time.

Hermione and Draco arrived in Paris once again, the scenery exactly the same as when they had visited all those years ago.
Hermione clung against Draco, her arm untwined with his, as they waltzed back in the same fancy Hotel.

They walked up to their room, after signing in, and opened the door.

"Just as breathtaking,"Hermione sighed, smiling, although her mind was else where with thoughts on her lost child.

Draco placed a hand against her lower back as they looked out onto the balcony.
"Yeah it is,"he whispered into her hair.
Hermione turned her head, her eyes wide, as Draco pressed his lips against her neck.
She sucked in a breath, and closed her eyes, as he placed his arms around her from behind, breathing in scent altogether.
Draco grinned against her throat, sucked and nibbled, emitting a moan from Hermione, who turned around, and ran her fingers through his hair, down the top of his neck, and tugging on his hair strands.
Draco slid down to his knees, wrapping his arms around her waist, and hugging her deeply, engulfing her within his strong grip.
Hermione crouched down to face him, and crushed her lips against his, making him fall down, Hermione on top of him, crawling her way up.
Draco chuckled huskily, tipping off his shirt.
Hermione's eyes widened again, as she ran her icy hands over his torso.
Draco bit his lip, gazing at her with a hooded lust, and laughed as she unbuttoned his trousers, smirking.
I think you can guess what happened next..
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Hermione woke up that night with shivers, a cold sweat milking her forehead and drenched her chest.
She had had a nightmare, Well it wasn't really a nightmare, more of a flash back.

Draco, move this scum outside," said Bellatrix, indicating the unconscious men."If you haven't got the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me."

"Don't you dare speak to Draco like –" said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrixscreamed.

"Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We havea very serious problem!"
She stood, panting slightly, looking down at the sword, examining its hilt. Thenshe turned to look at the silent prisoners.
"If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," she muttered, more to herself thanto the others. "The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself. . . . But if he findsout . . . I must . . . I must know. . . ."

She turned back to her sister again.
"The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"

"This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my –"

"Do it! You have no idea of the danger we're in!" shrieked Bellatrix. She lookedfrightening, mad; a thin stream of fire issued from her wand and burned a hole in thecarpet.

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then addressed the werewolf.
"Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback."

"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply. "All except. . . . except for the Mudblood."Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.

"No!" shouted Ron. "You can have me, keep me!"Bellatrix hit him across the face: the blow echoed around the room.

"If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next," she said. "Blood traitor is nextto Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they aresecure, but do nothing more to them – yet."

She threw Greyback's wand back to him, then took a short silver knife from underher robes. She cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hairinto the middle of the room, while Greyback forced the rest of them to shuffle across toanother door, into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting aninvisible and irresistible force.

"Reckon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished with her?"Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor.
"I'd say I'll get a bite or two,wouldn't you, ginger?"

Bellatrix grinned mischievously above Hermione, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the girls petrified face.

"Look at you.."Bella whispered, her breath fanning Hermione's tear tracked face
"Scared little mouse, aren't you,".
She chuckled, her voice vibrating against her throat, as she bent down to Hermione's ear.
"Where did you get that sword?"she murmured.

Hermione sucked in a breath and shook her head, tears sliding down her face as she was engulfed by a thrashing pain that scolded her veins, and flushed her insides with fire.

Bellatrix laughed, her eyes widening with delight at the heart wrenching screams that Hermione erupted, and crawled over to the right side of her body, pinning her down against the hard wood, and slipped out a crooked dragger from her dress pocket.

"Please, I don't know anything, p-please, p-please!"

Another bellowing scream leaped from Hermione's lungs, Bellatrix held the dagger closely in hand, and began to pierce the translucent pale complexion of her forearm.

Bella but her lip, her eyes forming into slits as she skilfully carved neat letters, and burst into joyful laughter at her masterpiece, that spilled out into the wooden flooring and sunk into the cracks.

Draco gulped, his Addams apple bobbing slightly, sticking out against his thin layer of skin as he looked away, closing his eyes with guilt and facing downwards, tears slipping down his distraught cheeks.
The guilt was eating him alive, This was no picnic he's imagined as a child.
His heart was tugging extremely hard, it was almost unbearable, but he stood strong; away from the darkening glare of his mother and farther who stood closely in front of him, a smug grin against their faces.
He ran a shaking hand through his unruly blonde hair, and took in a deep breath, before backing into the shadows, and regaining his posture and confidence.