A/N: My first attempt at serious drama and angst. I specialize in humor.

Go figure.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Including the song, ‘Pretty Girl’, by Sugarcult. Excellent song, by the way. By the way, qoute in the summary... is by... Steven Deitz. All hail Steven Deitz.

‘Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years.’
~ G. K. Chesterton

Pretty Girl

Pretty girl is suffering
While he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
What his intentions were about

The room was cold and damp and dark. The grey sandstone walls oozed grime and moss and the smoothened sandstone floor was dank and damp. Somewhere, a tap dripped breaking the almost absolute silence. The bars on the prison were rusted but thick, creaking ominously. The smell of death and despair hung in the air like a blanket, smothering its occupants, leaving them desperate.

A girl lay huddled in the corner, tears slowly sliding down her face pushing their way though the mud that had dried on her face. Her brown hair was a tangled mass of knots and dirt, dried blood caked into the folds. Her clothes were torn and dirty, sliced and torn so much her skin underneath was the more prominent feature, though one could say there wasn’t much of that either. Beneath her ragged clothing was a thin layer of skin that looked as though it had been plastered to her bones. Many cuts and bruises blemished her pale skin and dark bags hung below sullen her eyes. Her lips were cracked, dry and bleeding, though she didn’t seem to notice and if she did, she didn’t care.

He betrayed me.

And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

Slowly, the girl’s breathing evened and her eyes closed and she gave herself to the exhaustion that had engulfed her, and she leant back against the slime covered wall.

The wind tossed her curls around her head and she walked hand-in-hand with him. She gazed in awe at the platinum, sleeked-back blonde headed boy and wondered how on earth she was so lucky. What had possessed him to choose her?

A ‘mudblood’.

She shook her head. He had changed. She’d seen the letters, she’d heard the howlers, Merlin, he had even told her he didn’t care what everyone else thought.

His smooth voice cut through her thoughts. ‘What’s wrong, love?’ he asked softly, holding her at a halt.

She smiled up at him, glowing in his concern. ‘Nothing,’ she said happily, squeezing his hand.

He smiled down at her. ‘I love you,’ he said, diving in for a kiss.

He doesn’t mean it.

She frowned, but returned the kiss. Of course he meant it. He wouldn’t play with such words. He meant every word he said to her. She broke the kiss and smiled.

He hates you.

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you

She slapped her forehead. The voices stopped. He was looking at her, confused.

‘What happened?’

She smiled sweetly at him. ‘Just thinking.’

He laughed, slipping an arm around her shoulders. ‘Must have been some thought. You almost knocked yourself out.’

She grinned sheepishly, and they continued walking in comfortable silence.

Suddenly she fell, darkness engulfed her and she heard his voice snake around her head.

‘You nothing but a filthy mudblood.’

‘I could never love you.’

‘This is your paradise, Granger, this is your home. The dungeons.’

His cruel, cold laugh drowned out the words, cutting her heart like a knife. She couldn’t breathe she couldn’t see, all she could do was listen to the laughter of the man that had once said he had loved her.

She woke up with a start, sweat running down her face. Tears flowed freely down her face as a sob caught in her throat.

I am going to die here.

It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

The slow creak of a rusted door opening echoed through the dungeons. Golden light pooled in from the outside and a figure, silhouetted from the light behind them, stepped through. The figure looked from side to side, as if searching for something – someone. Her. His shoes struck the floor with a hollow clap! as he slowly drew closer. The light illuminated his platinum hair as he pulled off his black hood, a vicious smirk stretched across his mouth.

She drew a quick breath. It was him.

He drew a key and opened he chamber door. He silently stepped inside and she did not say a word. She stood defiantly, her cold stare unwavering.

He turned and regarded her with a icy stare, one usually reserves for the mud on their shoe. He set his lips in a coy smile and when he spoke, his voice was as smooth as honey.

‘Good evening, Granger…,’ he said, circling her, gazing at the flesh that showed through her torn clothing. His tone changed to a voice with mirth. ‘Mudblood… My love.’ His cold laugh filled the room, ricocheting off the hard wall, surrounding her, suffocating her.

I loved you.

She’s beautiful as usual
With bruises on her ego and
Her killer instincts tell her to
Be aware of evil men

She bared her teeth, growling low in her throat. ‘Go to hell, Malfoy,’ she spat, anger coursing through her veins.

He grinned. ‘Such a foul mouth, Granger,’ he said, tracing her jaw line with his finger. She stood there, too stunned to move. ‘Maybe we could put it somewhere useful.’

I still love you.

‘I hate you,’ she growled, a vein in her thin neck throbbing.

His eyes twinkled with malice. ‘Oh, I don’t think you do,’ he said silkily, his hand caressing her neck and he came closer. She could feel his breath on her skin as he whispered, ‘I don’t think you hate me at all.’

She was frozen. She did not know where to turn, where to look, whether she should slap him or kiss him.

Then he made the decision for her, cupping her face roughly and slamming his lips into hers. It was a bruising, passionate kiss, only lasing for a second, but for her, it lasted a lifetime. The feeling of his lips on hers brought back painful memories. Tears flooded down her cheeks as he released her.

But I want you to die.

And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that’s what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

‘Of course,’ he said, casually as if nothing had happened, ‘I would want to kill you if I was in your position and you were in mine. Of course, I am not so I cannot relate.’

She smiled at him sadistically. ‘They will find me, Malfoy. And when they do, you will know the rage I feel tonight.’

He bared his teeth. ‘They won’t find you if you’re dead,’ he hissed, his face inches from her.

‘You couldn’t kill me, Malfoy. You couldn’t kill Dumbledore, you can't kill me,’ she mocked, smiling as a flicker of shame flashed across his eyes.

‘Maybe so. But you forget, my dear, I am a Malfoy. I have my contacts. My father would kill you in a heartbeat; perhaps have a little fun with you first.’ His hand snuck down her cleavage and she felt a tingling sensation run down her spine.

She smacked him hard across the face, taking pleasure in the contact with his smooth, flawless skin. He stumbled back, his beautiful face contorted in shock, clutching the skin on his cheek. ‘You’re too proud of being a Malfoy to admit your father is insane!’ she screamed, balling her hands into fists. She screwed her eyes up in rage, trying to calm herself.

You don’t deserve to live.

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you

Suddenly, he was in front of her. His eyes were flashing dangerously in the dim light and she felt him seize her wrist in a deadlock grip. ‘You don’t know what you are talking about, Mudblood,’ he whispered, angrily.

‘Don’t call me that,’ she breathed, meeting his eyes in shaky defiance.

They stared at each other of a beat. His face relaxed and he looked and her in curiousness. She stared at him and wondered how he could turn something as pure as love into something so utterly twisted.

Abruptly his hand smacked her across the face, hard and fast. She let out a squeak of surprise and fell to the floor. She tasted the copper tang of blood and brought her hand to her lip, feeling for the cut.

He had resumed pacing around her bowed body. ‘You would have been a great asset if you weren’t… you know. What you are,’ he said, gazing at her appraisingly.

‘What makes you think I would want to join you?’ she asked, her hand still at her lip.

He grinned as he crouched down to her level. ‘You have what it takes to be a Death Eater,’ he said simply.

You will suffer for what you have done.

It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

Her face snapped to look at him. ‘And what might that be, Malfoy? The ability to act cowardly? Or is it that special requirement of being a prat?’

He kicked her hard in the side, sending her sliding across the floor. She stared up at him in rage and hatred.

‘I hate you,’ she snarled.

‘Now, now, Granger, that’s no way to speak to your superiors,’ he taunted, smirking as she feebly stood up. ‘No, what I meant is you have that want. The need to succeed. The lust for accomplishment.’ He regarded her, tracing her jawline with his finger, circling her. He smiled wolfishly. ‘The certain attractiveness.’

She glared at him, feeling vulnerable and violated. ‘I would never join you.’

He laughed. ‘I never asked you too.’

They will kill you for what you have done to me.

Pretty girl, pretty girl

Her eyes glinted with a strange hope. ‘They will not rest till they find me, Malfoy,’ she spat, wanting him to suffer; suffer and die.

He smiled maliciously. ‘Oh, I do not doubt it. In fact, I planned for it.’

At first she didn’t register it. At first, she just looked at him, cocking her head inquisitively. Then he smiled sadistically and drew a finger across his throat. Then it hit her like a mallet. Her blood went cold and numb as she realized what she had risked; what she had done. She fell to her knees, trauma crippling her over the realization of what her reckless and thoughtless actions had done.

They are going to die.

Tears stained her face as she looked up at him in horror. For the first time all night, she saw a flicker of doubt; a flicker of regret.

‘You bastard,’ she breathed, cradling her head in her hands. ‘You planned this. You planned all of this! Making me love you, betraying me, making me desert my friends for you; you counted on it! HOW DARE YOU MANIPLUALTE ME, YOU SLIMY LITTLE FERRET!’ She lunged at him, eyes wild with hate and she clawed at his skin. Her hands secured around his throat and her voice was thick as she whispered into his ear.


I am going to kill you.

Pretty girl is suffering
While he confesses everything
Pretty soon she’ll figure out
You can never get him out of your head

His breathing was shallow and his eyes were wide with hate and fear. A vicious smile spread across his face. ‘Crucio,’ he breathed his wand cold against the pale flesh of her neck.

Pain flashed through her and, in her torture, her hands loosened on his neck, releasing him. He scrambled away as she twitched on the floor in unbearable pain. He slowly rose and lifted the curse.

Her breathing was deep as she glared up at him, hate clear in her eyes. His eyes flashed with hate and rage as he lowered his wand to her chest. ‘Don’t make me kill you, Granger,’ he growled in a low voice.

Her eyes traveled from the wand to his face. ‘Kill me,’ she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

I’d rather die than see them killed.

It’s the way
That he makes you cry
It’s the way
That he’s in your mind

He searched her eyes for signs she was mocking him. He could find no trace of humor, or hate for that matter, only a strange glimmer of hope shimmering in the depths of her brown eyes.

He’s face formed into a snarl. ‘And why would I do something for you?’

She smiled at him, a hit of insanity hidden beneath. ‘I am going to die, Malfoy, whether I like it or not. Why give someone else the pleasure?’

He glared at her. ‘I didn’t have a choice,’ he hissed.

‘Fear can hold you prisoner, Malfoy,’ she said, evenly. ‘Hope can set you free. You always have a choice.’

And I choose to die.

It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

‘I’d rather see you die than my family, Granger,’ he spat, hatred pouring into his words. ‘But you know what? I like being a Death Eater. And you know what that means Granger?’

She kneeled on the floor. ‘What?’

‘I never loved you.’

She glanced up at him, shock registering in her eyes. ‘Wha -?’

‘Avada Kedavra,’ he whispered, his wand pointed at her, no signs of remorse showing in his eyes.

She slumped to the ground, her life ripped away. A sad smile graced her lips and he too, smiled.

Hermione Granger was dead.

It’s the way
That he makes you feel
It’s the way
That he kisses you

A loud bang! shattered the silence. His smiled widened and he wiped his wand. He placed the stark white mask on his face and pulled the hood over his head.

The Order had come. Just as planned.

Let the slaughter begin.

It’s the way
That he makes you fall in love

The End

A/N: Well. That’s the end. I hope you liked it. it was suppose to be a tad more dramatic and angsty but you know… What can you do? I think it turned out ok. Do you? Leave me you thought and feelings in a review!

You know you want to *wink wink*

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