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Poison Was The Cure by Twisted Fate

Format: Short story
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 2,660
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Mystery, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Ron, Hermione, Voldemort, Draco, Pansy, Ginny
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 01/13/2006
Last Chapter: 01/21/2006
Last Updated: 01/21/2006

They say you’re never truly forced to do anything. That’s it the other’s pressure to do so that brings you to it. That’s what has happened to me. I’ve been shoved to the edge of my sanity and now I’ve finally toppled over. Crashing to the ground and shattering like my once whole heart. New Banner, Same Story!

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Chapter 1: Welcome To My Life
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They say you’re never truly forced to do anything. That’s it the other’s pressure to do so that brings you to it.

That’s what has happened to me. I’ve been shoved to the edge of my sanity and now I’ve finally toppled over. Crashing to the ground and shattering like my once whole heart.

I sat in the corner of the dark corridor, my knees pulled up to my chest and my sobs echoing off the walls. I looked pathetic with my unwashed ginger brown hair tangled and sticking to my moist cheeks.

Haunted by his whispers to let my anger take me I did just that. I had been pushed too far and I finally snapped. Leaving one of my best friends dead in front of me.

The persistent encouragements of his whispers telling me to kill him. To get rid of the source of my violent anger.

The anger remains but my friend does not.

The blood pooling around his head and staining his once beautiful red hair now expanding and inching closer to my feet.

I frantically tried scooting farther back into the corner but there was no where else to go. His blood touched the tip of my black shoes and I cried louder.

I was already stained in the sin of his death but now I’ll be stained in his blood. A pathetic reminder of what my anger has done.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, picking me up off the floor and carrying me away. I didn’t fight against him for I was glad he had saved me from the blood that was coming closer.

I felt his grip on me loosen and I desperately tried to hold onto his arms, I didn’t want to lose my safety. The one person who had saved me.

My nails dug into the skin of his arm and he threw me back. Cursing furiously as he stared down at the spots of blood rising from where my nails had penetrated his skin.

“You see this?” He snapped as he pointed to his arm.

I remained silent from where I sat on the stone floor. Just watching him with cautious eyes. He was my enemy I knew for sure but at this moment he was my savior.

My savior and my angel of death.

His whispers, his words of wickedness.

“ told me to do it”

“Thanks for that interesting news flash” He replied sarcastically.


“Because I know you Granger. I know you’re not as perfect as you’re taken for. You aren’t strong in any way. I wanted to know how long it would take before you finally snapped.”

“He was my friend”

He knelt down in front of me, looking at me for a long moment before grabbing my wrist.

“You don’t need friends like them. You have so much power in you that you keep locked inside. Think about what you did tonight. That was you”

“It was your fault! You told me to!”

“But don’t you see. You’re the one who listened”

“You see this?” He whispered as he turned his arm and pointed with his other to the dark mark.

“It’s a mark of betrayal” I whispered back and wondered what he even meant by telling me such a thing.

“It’s a mark of power.”

“I won’t!” I shouted as I scrambled to my feet and backed up against the wall.

He shook his head slowly stepped toward me, grinning in a way I feared.

“My dear mudblood” He drawled as he stood in front of me, brushing a strand of my hair out of my face. “You wouldn’t want to have that temper of yours, be the reason Potter ends up dead, now would we?”

My eyes grew wide and I slapped away his hand.

“That’s bribery”

“It may be but now you must decide”

It was the end of life. It the start of a life where everything would turn to black just at my touch. I would be feared, hated. I wouldn’t do it for me, but I would do it for Harry. There was no other way. I wouldn’t ever be able to bare the guilt of his death too.

“Fine.” I reluctantly told him.

He grinned and brought his face close to mind.

“We’ll have so much fun together” He taunted as he then kissed me.

I shivered at his touch but as I realized what was happening I shoved him away. I stared disgusted at him but he simply held out his hand for me to take.

“He’s waiting”

“How did you know I would accept?”

“Because I know you would never let your friend die” He replied as he stepped closer again.

I took a deep breath before taking his hand.

I wondered where I was being led but I followed none the less. He let go of my hand and paced several times in front of what, to me, was just a wall. In a matter of minutes an oak door had appeared.

“The room of requirements” I whispered.

He didn’t answer at all. He opened the door and stood aside so I could step inside. I looked and the only thing in the room was a large black and gold wardrobe at the back of the room. At least that’s what it seemed to me. He shoved past me and opened the two double doors. He stepped inside part way before looking back at me and holding out his hand.

“This is ridiculous” I snapped irritably.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, forcing me into whatever it was. When we stepped out the other side, I had to stop myself from staring-opened mouth at where we were.

I could only think of one place that looked like this and that’s a graveyard.

“What was that?” I asked as I looked at him curiously.

“That is none of your business”

My uneasy feeling grew as he led me through the graveyard, reaching nearly the center I could see several groups of people. All of whose identities were concealed by their cloaks with the hoods up.

“They’re not as scary as they look” He laughed.

“You must be as persuasive as you say. At least you didn’t mess up this time” A woman venomously said to him.’

He glared back at her with hatred in his cold grey eyes.

She lowered her hood to reveal her long flowing black tresses. I gasped in surprise and her eyes rested on me. A devilish smirk on her pale pink lips.

She said nothing and gestured us forward.

“I can’t do this” I finally admitted as my nerves got the best of me.

Draco glared at me hatefully, grabbing me by my wrist and dragging me forward. I planted my feet firmly on the ground but it was no use, he was winning this battle of strength.

I had closed my eyes not wanting to see the look in all of their eyes or even his eyes. The one enemy I now have to welcome as a friend. My eyes snapped open as I felt my arm being turned. Bellatrix grinned at me as she held on my wrist tight.

Another wizard who remained in secret stepped out of the crowd, his and in hand.

His soft laughter sent chills through my body as he came closer. I looked around trying to find Draco and when I at last found him he was standing beside his father. Both laughing like the rest.

Once I was marked, it would mean the end. I would no longer be welcomed inside Number 12 nor could I speak to Harry again.

The tip of his wand was placed on the forearm of my left arm. I felt dizzy, uneasy about everything happening. It had to be a dream. I was just stressed.

I didn’t expect the pain I would feel and the only thing I heard was my hair-raising scream before all went black.

A/N-This is my first Draco/Hermione fan fiction so any suggestions would be nice. Thanks.

Chapter 2: Let The Rumors Fly
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I slowly opened my eyes but quickly regretted it. The suns bright rays shined through my open curtains and stung my eyes. I felt around me and knew I was back in my bed in the girl’s dorm. How I got here was the least of my worry’s. I sat up and as soon as I did a sudden dizziness overcame me. I put my hand against my forehead and tried to think about what had happened that night.

When it finally all came back, I hated myself again. I had killed one of my best friends, sacrificed myself for the other and now...

I looked down at my left arm, forearm, and wasn’t surprised at what I saw. The dark mark was there and it reminded me that it wasn’t some nightmare.

I stopped just short of leaving the dorm, realizing I couldn’t let Harry see the mark. I sighed and crossed the room to grab my sweater. I slipped it on and hurried down the stairs. Harry turned at the creak of the stairs, his face pale and it looked like he had shadows under his eyes.

I wanted to turn around and leave. Knowing my guilty conscience I would spill everything.

“You’re up” He stated dully as he looked out the window instead of at me.

“Are you ok?”

He shook his head and I felt dumb for even lying.

Is this what it has to be now? Lying to my friends when they may be the very people who can save me?

“Someone...” He paused and I could tell what he was going to say would cause him great difficulty. “Someone killed Ron”

It wasn’t me trying to act surprised that brought the tears, it was the images of me killing him that did it. I sank to the floor and didn’t care that he was staring as I kept crying. The whole realization of what had happened last night came back with those three tragic words. I ran out of the common room without a backwards glance, I ran till I reached the most empty corridor.

I sat there on the cold stone floor without any intention of getting up or leaving.

“The guilt of killing someone will fade”

I turned and saw him with his usual not caring smirk but the soft reassuring voice. How someone can be two things at once seems impossible. It’s as if he’s really trying to help but at the same time he just wants to cause me as much pain as possible. I heard him sigh and then sit beside me.

“Don’t touch me” I hissed as he put his hand on my shoulder.

I scooted farther away from him but I must have been mistaken as I looked back at him. He couldn’t possibly be hurt by my actions.

“How could you do this?” I whispered as I stared off at the other corridor where students were passing with curious looks on their faces.

“Weasley was only in the way”

“But why me? You could have killed him if you wanted to”

“I told you” He replied as rolled his eyes in annoyance. “If you already felt guilt about killing one of your friends then you would do anything to keep the other safe”

“I hope you fail this plan of yours”

“And why is that?”

“So you’ll be killed by the dark lord for your second failure” I snapped and stood up to leave.

I went straight down the crowded hall, hoping that maybe I could lose him in the mess. Students were staring and whispering amongst themselves. They had seen me talking to him and now the rumors would fly.


Once lunch came, things weren’t any better. Harry, the twins, and Ginny all refused to eat anything. Sitting at the table and staring off somewhere without blinking.

I should be like them. Upset for Ron I thought shamefully.

I turned my attention to Parvati and Padama who were talking almost secretly to each other. I listened closely but there wasn’t much outside noise to even obscure the conversation.

“I heard Granger’s going out with Malfoy”

“Unbelievable. I saw them talking in the hall today. Looked awfully too nice for just friends”

“Some say he kissed her”

“As if he would. I bet the whole good student deal was just a cover up. Looks like she’s slipped up this—“

I didn’t listen anymore. I left the hall quickly, feeling all eyes on me still. I sat down on the stairs of the third floor corridor not caring if it moved. Maybe if it moved I would fall and end up dead. Surely that would be the wake up to this dismal nightmare.
“Heard any good rumors?”

“Shove off Malfoy”

“They’re some really interesting ones going around” He continued, only adding on to my anger.

“I said leave”

“You said ‘shove off Malfoy’” He retorted with the same usual grin.

I ignored him and moved over to keep a good distance between us. I was surprised to see a sudden anger in his eyes. It wasn’t enough to frighten me but to worry me. The same anger that was the reason I was forced to take the mark. Not for my sake but for Harry’s.

He reached over and grabbed my left arm, pulling the sleeve of my sweater up and turned my arm so the dark mark was showing.

“You’re bound to me wether you like it or not Granger. I advise you get use to it” He snapped but as quickly as the anger came it was gone.

I jerked my arm away and pulled the sleeve of my sweater back down as students began filing out of the Great Hall.

“You know the rumors?”

“Yes Malfoy I know the rumors. Now shutup before you give them something else to say”

“Why not?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“How about we give them something to talk about?”

“You come any closer and I’ll be sure to hex you into next year!”

Only a few students were out of the hall and the much larger crowd was to come. I wouldn’t give him any chance to cause another rumor. I was to preoccupied watching the curious stares of the students to realize how close he actually came.

“You shouldn’t be like that” He whispered and before I could do anything he had jerked me forward.

I fell hopelessly right into him, I was turned so my head was resting against his chest. I tried to shove him away as the rest of the students came out of the hall but his iron grasp held me where I was. It was hopeless.
Students were pointing, some laughing, others were too stunned to even say anything. When I finally got away it was too late. The crowd of students had seen what they needed for their next rumor, the damage was done.

“What the hell are you doing!” I shouted as I stood up and glared at him hatefully.

As I turned around I saw it wasn’t only the students who had seen but Professor McGonagall as well. She had her hands on her hips and looked upset. Draco sat with his usual grin on his lips, waving at McGonagall in a sarcastic manner.

“Stop it! You’re going to get us in even bigger trouble!” I snapped as I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

I saw the grin on his lips and jerked my hand away. When I turned back around to see McGonagall she was already right in front of me.

“My office. Now”

A/N--Not happy with it but when I went to edit it, I just couldn't find anything to change without messing with things that needed to be there. Chapter three is where things start to begin to happen a lot more, in case you were curious.