Blood Traitor(Dramione)

Chapter 2

Hermione found herself back in the Burrow, staring at the Pensieve in horror.

"'Draco is already familiar with the chains'?" she repeated to Narcissa.

Narcissa held her gaze for a long sad moment before she picked up the Pensieve and moved it to her other side.

"Arthur; would you like to view the events next?"

While Mr Weasley watched the memory she had just seen Hermione waited for Narcissa to provide an explanation.

"Lucius would read his mind and for every thought he did not like Draco would endure a second of the Cruciatus curse. If he was still defiant he would spend the night chained up in the dungeon."

"That's sick," Hermione said flatly.

"That is Lucius's idea of moulding our son into a man. He wasn't always such a sadist; he has grown worse over time."

Hermione kept her eyes on Draco as each member of the family took their turn seeing how Draco had been tortured into such a state. Every nasty comment she had ever heard from Draco had a distinct ring of Lucius behind it. How many times had he called her 'Mudblood' just to avoid another second of the Torture curse from his own father?

"So Malfoy is growing a conscience," Ron said dismissively, "I guess he's allowed to live."

Harry watched Narcissa and Hermione with interest; there was clearly something much deeper going on and it involved the two of them.

"Why does Draco dread his eighteenth birthday?" Hermione asked.

"I cannot explain that yet, but the memories I have collected will cover it."

Narcissa presented the Pensieve to Hermione again. She brought forth another memory with her wand.

"This memory takes place at the end of your first year of Hogwarts," Narcissa explained, "Once you have seen it you can decide who else should see it."

"Why am I making these decisions?" Hermione asked curiously.

Narcissa glanced over at Draco, "They involve you," she said to Hermione, "You deserve to know the full story."

Lucius Malfoy wore the cold, indifferent expression which he had perfected years earlier. Beside him Narcissa watched the train pull into the station with an excited smile.

Hermione recognised the Hogwarts Express and many of the students in her year level as they exited the train. They looked so young.

Draco Malfoy walked toward his parents while pulling his trunk behind him. He smiled at his mother but the expression faded when he turned to regard his father.

"Welcome back Draco!" Narcissa cried as she surged forward to hug her only son. Hermione recognised the disapproval in Lucius's face.

"He is learning to control his emotions Narcissa," Lucius reprimanded his wife gently, "You are not helping."

The joy at being reunited with his mother faded from Draco's face to be replaced with the haughty expression which Hermione recognised.

"How are you Father?" Draco asked.

Lucius nodded, "Much better. I am well Draco. How was your first year at Hogwarts?"

Draco launched into a childish summary of his time which Narcissa listened to with great interest and a proud smile. As they left the train station the surroundings abruptly changed to a large manor.