Captive, Chapter 2.
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tr_ficTitle: Captive, Chapter Two
Characters: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (eventually); Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy; Voldemort & Harry Potter mentioned
Rating: PG-13 now, higher later
Summary: When Hermione is captured, she is taken to Malfoy Manor. There Draco assures her that she will love him eventually. Is he right, or is he bluffing?
Warnings: slightly dark!fic, non-graphic torture; in the future: questionable consent
Words: This Chapter: 1,043 Total: 2,378
A/N: I wrote this drabble and decided the idea would be pretty good for a longer fic. I hope you like it. :) Comments > internet Thank you to those of you who read and commented on the last part <3 You’re all very lovely people :D
Previous Parts: One
Hermione made it almost ten minutes before she wished Draco would come back.
The dungeon was quiet and dark; the only sound that she could hear over footsteps from upstairs was the slow drip coming from somewhere in the dark recesses. She didn’t want to know what lay in wait in the shadows, but she wasn’t sure she liked the feeling of being left completely alone. Draco’s taunt about her spending the rest of the night with the other traitor’s dead bodies kept returning to the forefront of her mind.
She shivered.
Surely he wouldn’t leave her down here all night alone, right? He had to tease and taunt her, that’s what he lived for. The thought of being alone in the darkness seemed worse than whatever Draco had in store for her. The rational part of her mind told her that that was untrue—it was only darkness. There was nothing scary about darkness.
But Draco on the other hand…
The rational part of her mind was quickly silenced when from back in the depths of the dungeon a low scraping sound echoed in the room.
Hermione’s eyes widened in panic and she scrambled as far back as she could go. Now pressed against the stone wall, she tried desperately to see what was in the room with her. All that revealed itself was darkness. No light filtered in from anywhere and the scrape sent more shivers up her spine.
“W-who’s there? Name yourself!” Hermione tried to keep her voice from shaking but it was futile.
When no answer came, Hermione pressed further back against the wall and listened as the scraping grew louder. Her body was tense and every sense was trained on identifying the noise. It sounded like chains being moved slowly on the floor, like footsteps were pulling the chains along.
Hermione pulled her knees closer to herself, ignoring the ache in her joints as she did so. The sound grew closer and Hermione thought that anything had to be better than this, being scared of something in the dark.
“Draco, please, please I changed my mind!” She shouted.
As the sound drew nearer, she only hoped that he had heard her.
“Is this really necessary Bellatrix?”
Bella looked over and grinned with a maniacal look in her eye. Seeing her brother in law’s expression, she straightened and gave him a condescending look. “Shall I tell the Dark Lord you disagree with his methods Lucius?”
Lucius swallowed, knowing his place. “I merely wished that you kept the mudblood’s screams to a lesser pitch.”
Bellatrix ignored him and returned to practicing her legilimency on Hermione.
Draco watched from the corner as his father moved closer to the fireplace. He was no longer the intimidating man that had once caused fear in the little blonde haired boy that had idolized him. He had fallen from grace in the world and what was far more perilous, he had fallen significantly from favor with the Dark Lord. It had long been speculated that the only reason Lucius was still alive was because their master tolerated Bellatrix enough to spare him.
Tolerated, Draco thought, because Voldemort did not love or like anyone. He did not have ‘fondness’ for anyone. It was why he had sent Bellatrix over tonight. He himself wouldn’t leave to come see the stolen treasure from Harry Potter, so he sent his second in command. Apparently he had given the order to have Hermione suffer, not that Draco truly expected anything less, if the screams coming from the dungeon were any indication.
It had started out as Bellatrix being bored and wanted to mercilessly torture their prisoner, but Draco had intervened. He had provided the idea of what if Bella scared her more than she inflicted pain on her? Bellatrix had given him her pleased smile and had begun to do just that.
Draco thought it was sickening how easily he could play the part of faithful Death Eater. But he didn’t have a choice anymore, he was too far involved. He had to think, act, speak, and even had to walk like a Death Eater. He could no longer trust his own thoughts as they were no longer personal anymore. He had taught himself to be as unfeeling and cold as he could possibly be, though sometimes he still failed.
On the outside he had become Draco Malfoy, intimidating and fearsome and perhaps as mad as his aunt. However, on the inside he was nothing, unfeeling. He was lifeless. At least he had thought he was until he had heard the first of Granger’s screams. It wasn’t that he was concerned for her safety now, but he wanted the screaming to stop. It provoked annoyance and irritability in him. If he could be irritated, then he still managed to feel.
He didn’t like that.
Bellatrix began to laugh wildly when Hermione began screaming for Draco. Lucius gave a look to his son before returning to seek the heat of the fire. Bellatrix turned wickedly on Draco and smiled brightly.
“Come on Draco, you can practice your legilimency some more. Have some fun with the Muggle born!”
Draco summoned the energy and shook his head. “I decline respectfully. I shall save my talents of torturing the Mudblood for some other night.”
“How?” Bella asked, looking him over warily.
“Look into my mind.” Draco offered and held the idea firmly planted in his conscious. He could fill his aunt probe his mind and see what he wanted her to before she withdrew.
She grinned disturbingly happily at him. “Very good Draco.”
Draco inclined his head in her direction as she resumed creating a vision for Hermione to be scared in. Draco sighed quietly and turned to walk towards the window. As he looked out into the night he wondered just for a moment whether or not Potter had realized Hermione had vanished. He probably had, Draco thought,after all Potter wasn’t that stupid.
He heard Hermione scream for him once more, this time it sounded more like a sob. He blocked her out and focused on the moon hung high above in the night sky.
Tomorrow he would show her what it would be truly like to be a ‘guest’ in his household.
Characters: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (eventually); Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy; Voldemort & Harry Potter mentioned
Rating: PG-13 now, higher later
Summary: When Hermione is captured, she is taken to Malfoy Manor. There Draco assures her that she will love him eventually. Is he right, or is he bluffing?
Warnings: slightly dark!fic, non-graphic torture; in the future: questionable consent
Words: This Chapter: 1,043 Total: 2,378
A/N: I wrote this drabble and decided the idea would be pretty good for a longer fic. I hope you like it. :) Comments > internet Thank you to those of you who read and commented on the last part <3 You’re all very lovely people :D
Previous Parts: One
Hermione made it almost ten minutes before she wished Draco would come back.
The dungeon was quiet and dark; the only sound that she could hear over footsteps from upstairs was the slow drip coming from somewhere in the dark recesses. She didn’t want to know what lay in wait in the shadows, but she wasn’t sure she liked the feeling of being left completely alone. Draco’s taunt about her spending the rest of the night with the other traitor’s dead bodies kept returning to the forefront of her mind.
She shivered.
Surely he wouldn’t leave her down here all night alone, right? He had to tease and taunt her, that’s what he lived for. The thought of being alone in the darkness seemed worse than whatever Draco had in store for her. The rational part of her mind told her that that was untrue—it was only darkness. There was nothing scary about darkness.
But Draco on the other hand…
The rational part of her mind was quickly silenced when from back in the depths of the dungeon a low scraping sound echoed in the room.
Hermione’s eyes widened in panic and she scrambled as far back as she could go. Now pressed against the stone wall, she tried desperately to see what was in the room with her. All that revealed itself was darkness. No light filtered in from anywhere and the scrape sent more shivers up her spine.
“W-who’s there? Name yourself!” Hermione tried to keep her voice from shaking but it was futile.
When no answer came, Hermione pressed further back against the wall and listened as the scraping grew louder. Her body was tense and every sense was trained on identifying the noise. It sounded like chains being moved slowly on the floor, like footsteps were pulling the chains along.
Hermione pulled her knees closer to herself, ignoring the ache in her joints as she did so. The sound grew closer and Hermione thought that anything had to be better than this, being scared of something in the dark.
“Draco, please, please I changed my mind!” She shouted.
As the sound drew nearer, she only hoped that he had heard her.
“Is this really necessary Bellatrix?”
Bella looked over and grinned with a maniacal look in her eye. Seeing her brother in law’s expression, she straightened and gave him a condescending look. “Shall I tell the Dark Lord you disagree with his methods Lucius?”
Lucius swallowed, knowing his place. “I merely wished that you kept the mudblood’s screams to a lesser pitch.”
Bellatrix ignored him and returned to practicing her legilimency on Hermione.
Draco watched from the corner as his father moved closer to the fireplace. He was no longer the intimidating man that had once caused fear in the little blonde haired boy that had idolized him. He had fallen from grace in the world and what was far more perilous, he had fallen significantly from favor with the Dark Lord. It had long been speculated that the only reason Lucius was still alive was because their master tolerated Bellatrix enough to spare him.
Tolerated, Draco thought, because Voldemort did not love or like anyone. He did not have ‘fondness’ for anyone. It was why he had sent Bellatrix over tonight. He himself wouldn’t leave to come see the stolen treasure from Harry Potter, so he sent his second in command. Apparently he had given the order to have Hermione suffer, not that Draco truly expected anything less, if the screams coming from the dungeon were any indication.
It had started out as Bellatrix being bored and wanted to mercilessly torture their prisoner, but Draco had intervened. He had provided the idea of what if Bella scared her more than she inflicted pain on her? Bellatrix had given him her pleased smile and had begun to do just that.
Draco thought it was sickening how easily he could play the part of faithful Death Eater. But he didn’t have a choice anymore, he was too far involved. He had to think, act, speak, and even had to walk like a Death Eater. He could no longer trust his own thoughts as they were no longer personal anymore. He had taught himself to be as unfeeling and cold as he could possibly be, though sometimes he still failed.
On the outside he had become Draco Malfoy, intimidating and fearsome and perhaps as mad as his aunt. However, on the inside he was nothing, unfeeling. He was lifeless. At least he had thought he was until he had heard the first of Granger’s screams. It wasn’t that he was concerned for her safety now, but he wanted the screaming to stop. It provoked annoyance and irritability in him. If he could be irritated, then he still managed to feel.
He didn’t like that.
Bellatrix began to laugh wildly when Hermione began screaming for Draco. Lucius gave a look to his son before returning to seek the heat of the fire. Bellatrix turned wickedly on Draco and smiled brightly.
“Come on Draco, you can practice your legilimency some more. Have some fun with the Muggle born!”
Draco summoned the energy and shook his head. “I decline respectfully. I shall save my talents of torturing the Mudblood for some other night.”
“How?” Bella asked, looking him over warily.
“Look into my mind.” Draco offered and held the idea firmly planted in his conscious. He could fill his aunt probe his mind and see what he wanted her to before she withdrew.
She grinned disturbingly happily at him. “Very good Draco.”
Draco inclined his head in her direction as she resumed creating a vision for Hermione to be scared in. Draco sighed quietly and turned to walk towards the window. As he looked out into the night he wondered just for a moment whether or not Potter had realized Hermione had vanished. He probably had, Draco thought,after all Potter wasn’t that stupid.
He heard Hermione scream for him once more, this time it sounded more like a sob. He blocked her out and focused on the moon hung high above in the night sky.
Tomorrow he would show her what it would be truly like to be a ‘guest’ in his household.
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