Hermione woke to an empty, unfamiliar room.

“Where am I?” She murmured, sitting up.

She looked around.

There was a large tapestry on the wall, which, on closer inspection, she saw bore a painting of the Malfoy family tree.

She gasped and her eyes widened.

The last thing I remember is that I was lying by the lake and I had…

She looked around desperately for her rock, but couldn’t see it anywhere.

“Where is it…? Come on…”

“Looking for this?”

She looked up fearfully at Fenrir Greyback and saw the rock in his hands.

She ignored all fear.

“Give me that back.” She struggled to her feet.

He pouted. “The pretty Mudblood’s getting all stressed. Now don’t do that-it’ll take over your fear and it’s not nearly as much fun when you’re not scared.”

“Then give me that back.”

“Fine.” He threw it to the floor and she stared at in horror.

“Aresto Momentum.” A familiar oily voice said quickly, giving Hermione a second to catch it.

“That wasn’t nice, Fenrir. She needs something of my dear son to hold onto whilst she dies. Then, once she’s dead, he can have it back.”

“You’re not going to kill me.” Hermione said, standing up and glaring at him. “You’re too weak.”

He laughed cruelly. “Of course. But my son is not.”

“He’s not going to kill me.” She scowled.

“I beg to differ. In his panic on hearing of your capture, he forgot to defend himself from the Imperius Curse.”

“What did you do to him!?” She demanded, forgetting to stand strong, becoming weak and fearful for Draco.

“Nothing of importance. Not yet. He received a few… Minor injuries as the Imperius Curse wore off before we were aware and he attempted to fight back. So we weakened him so he could not resist as we put it back on him. Bella is making sure he does not do so again.”

“He’s your son! What kind of a father are you?”

“One that is not happy with my son dating a Mudblood.”

“I don’t give a damn what you think about me going out with Draco. Can’t you just be happy that he’s happy? Isn’t that enough for you?”

“Mudblood.” He spat. “You’re so insolent.”

She scowled.


“Bella, perhaps you should bring Draco through.” Lucius said, grinning down at a bloody and cut-up Hermione.

Bellatrix walked in, grinning, Draco following behind her.

“Draco!” Hermione choked, staring up at him.

His eyes were glazed over as he stared ahead blankly. His face was covered in small cuts, clearly created by a wand.


“Draco. Inflict the Cruciatus Curse upon the Mudblood, Granger.” Bellatrix said.

“Crucio.” Draco said, his voice hollow as he pointed his wand at Hermione.

Hermione instantly curled up into a ball, screaming.

“Draco… Resist…” She murmured, her face scrunched up in pain.

“Draco. Use this knife to cut the Mudblood’s face.” Bellatrix handed a knife to Draco.

Hermione gasped for air as she was released from the curse.

Draco walked over, the knife in his hand.

“Draco… It’s me… Resist them… You can do it…”

He made a deep cut from the top of Hermione’s head, over her eye and down to her jaw line.

She grimaced in pain, but did not scream.

She took Draco’s hand. “It’s me… Come on…”

Bellatrix removed the Imperius Curse from Draco.

He blinked rapidly. “Hermione? Hermione! What did they do to you!?”

“Lots of things.” Fenrir grinned maliciously.

“But that really fresh cut down her face you did as well as the Cruciatus Curse.” Bellatrix cackled.

“I-I-I did it?” He whispered.

“No. I mean, yes. But you were under the Imperius Curse. It doesn’t matter. Please, Draco. Just get out of here.” Hermione whispered.

“I did it…”

“Please.” She begged. “Draco, freak out later if you really must, but you have to stay calm for now.”

“I did it…”

She kissed his lips softly. “Calm, Draco. Be calm.”

He snapped back to his senses. “We’re getting out of here.” He whispered to her.

“I’m not. There’s no chance of me getting out of here. But you can. So you, at least, don’t have to kill me.”

“Don’t be stupid. You know I won’t leave here without you.”

“Then you won’t leave at all. Unless we decide that you can have her dead body.” Lucius said coldly.

He pulled Hermione to her feet and wrapped his arms protectively around her.

“It’s disgusting, Lucius. How a Malfoy could ever love a Mudblood.”

“I agree, Bella. How he can even touch her in any way other than to harm her, I do not know.”

“I love her.” He scowled. “And I won’t let you hurt her.”

“Crucio!” Fenrir growled, his spell from the side catching both Hermione and Draco off-guard.

Hermione’s legs buckled in the pain, but Draco helped her stay standing.

“It’s OK…” He kissed her head, fighting to remain calm.

“It’s really, truly disgusting.” Bellatrix spat. “At least when Fenrir does it he does it to hurt her and scar her only.”

Fenrir grinned. “But of course. I wouldn’t do it for any other reason.”

Draco glared at him, pulling Hermione closer to his body.

“Draco… Your wand…”

“It’s no use apparating. We’ve put up some powerful enchantments making you unable to apparate.” Lucius said.

She winced as Fenrir gave a sharp movement with his wand.

“The full moon is only a week away. Perhaps we should keep her alive for then.” Bellatrix laughed.

“I’d love that.” Fenrir grinned.

 Hermione wrapped her arms weakly around Draco, her eyes becoming more fearful.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let any of them touch you.” He murmured into her hair.

“Avis… Oppungo…” Hermione murmured, her wand pointed at Fenrir.

Draco laughed at the sight of the flock of birds pecking at Fenrir Greyback’s face and Hermione quickly bound Lucius and Bellatrix with invisible ropes.


Hermione lay, curled up on the sofa, resting her head in Draco’s lap as he wrapped an arm around her affectionately.

“Did I really do that to you?” He whispered, running a tender hand across the long scar on her face.

“Yes. But you were under the Imperius Curse. You couldn’t have helped it.”

“And I used the Cruciatus Curse against you?”

“You didn’t know you were doing it.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.” She took his face in her hands. “Don’t feel guilty about it. For me.”

He kissed her softly. “For you only.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, the heart-shaped rock clutched tightly in her hand.

“They’ll be back.” She said. “But we’ll be ready this time.”

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