Fic: In My Time of Dying (Draco/Hermione)
Title: In My Time of Dying
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 95. Death
Word Count: 712
Summary: Hermione and Draco have been captured by Death Eaters.
Warnings: Completely AU after HBP.
A/N: Title comes from a song by Led Zeppelin. Written for Welcome to My Nightmare: dramionedrabble’s Halloween Challenge 2008. Day 01: No tears please, it’s a waste of good suffering. -- Hellraiser.
Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills .
“Granger, stop wailing already,” Draco commanded, irritation evident in his voice.
“Well, excuse me, if our imminent death has me a bit scared,” Hermione shot back, but she made an effort to wipe away her tears.
“Ever heard of the phrase ‘silent suffering’?” Draco asked annoyed, shifting slightly, trying to get at least a little bit more comfortable on the cold stone floor.
They had been in the dungeons for hours, ever since they had been captured by a group of Death Eaters during their last mission. It was supposed to be pure routine, just another search for intel about the Horcruxes, probably another dead end, like the many other ones before.
Draco sighed. Instead, it had been an ambush. Outmanned two to twelve, Granger and he had never stood a chance.
Draco shifted again, careful not to disturb Hermione too much, whose head was resting on his thigh. She had sustained a nasty blow to the head during the fight when one of the Death Eaters had cast, “Confringo!” at her. Hermione had been lucky enough not to have been hit directly by the Blasting Curse; however, the cart behind which she had been taking cover had been hit, knocking her to the ground when it exploded.
Draco had tried patching the wound up as best as he could after they had been deposited in this good-forsaken cell, but he knew that without the attention of a Healer, Granger didn’t stand much of a change.
It didn’t matter anyway. Voldemort would not leave them alive for long.
“I guess, all those Order members who thought I’m the traitor have to rethink their theories now,” Draco remarked sarcastically.
Draco had joined the Order of the Phoenix after the attack on Hogwarts, which had resulted in Dumbledore’s death. Snape had taken him to number twelve, Grimmauld Place because joining the Dark Lord had been too dangerous after Draco had been unwilling to follow through with his orders. The Order had accepted Snape back after interrogating him under Veritaserum, thereby finding out about Dumbledore’s plan.
Draco’s acceptance into the Order had been an entirely different matter, considering that he had willingly become a Death Eater and was the sole reason why You-Know-Who’s followers had been able to penetrate Hogwarts.
However, Potter had grudgingly testified that Draco had not harmed Dumbledore when he had had the opportunity, and Snape argued that a sixteen years old boy didn’t stand a chance of refusing the Dark Lord when he commanded to be followed. In the end, it had been decided that Draco had been coerced into becoming a Death Eater and deserved a second chance.
Draco himself had his own reasons for wanting to serve the Order. Less than a week after the attack on Hogwarts and his disappearance, his mother’s badly maimed body had been recovered. Retaliation for her son’s betrayal. Draco didn’t care anymore about which ideology was the right one or whose side was more powerful. He wanted to see the murderers of his mother dead.
Still, many members of the Order never believed he had changed sides completely, and when a few months ago it became apparent that they had a traitor in their midst, Draco immediately was the prime suspect.
“I never thought it was you,” Hermione said, her voice sounding weaker by the minute.
“Thanks, Granger,” Draco simply said, too tired to come up with a snide comment.
Another hour in the dungeons and Hermione was shivering badly. Draco was running his hands over her arms and back, trying to warm her up at least a little bit, but knew that Hermione had gone into shock and that there was nothing he could do to help her.
“Are you scared, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, although Draco had trouble understanding her through the chattering of her teeth.
“Of, course not,” Draco replied. “We’re going to be alright, you’ll see.”
Hermione didn’t say anything for a while, and Draco continued to run his hands over her body in a futile attempt to warm her up.
“Thanks, Draco,” Hermione finally whispered.
“For what?”
“Lying,” Hermione said and closed her eyes. Draco felt her body go limp in his arms. Minutes later he heard steps coming closer and the iron door was opened.
They were coming.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 95. Death
Word Count: 712
Summary: Hermione and Draco have been captured by Death Eaters.
Warnings: Completely AU after HBP.
A/N: Title comes from a song by Led Zeppelin. Written for Welcome to My Nightmare: dramionedrabble’s Halloween Challenge 2008. Day 01: No tears please, it’s a waste of good suffering. -- Hellraiser.
Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills .
“Granger, stop wailing already,” Draco commanded, irritation evident in his voice.
“Well, excuse me, if our imminent death has me a bit scared,” Hermione shot back, but she made an effort to wipe away her tears.
“Ever heard of the phrase ‘silent suffering’?” Draco asked annoyed, shifting slightly, trying to get at least a little bit more comfortable on the cold stone floor.
They had been in the dungeons for hours, ever since they had been captured by a group of Death Eaters during their last mission. It was supposed to be pure routine, just another search for intel about the Horcruxes, probably another dead end, like the many other ones before.
Draco sighed. Instead, it had been an ambush. Outmanned two to twelve, Granger and he had never stood a chance.
Draco shifted again, careful not to disturb Hermione too much, whose head was resting on his thigh. She had sustained a nasty blow to the head during the fight when one of the Death Eaters had cast, “Confringo!” at her. Hermione had been lucky enough not to have been hit directly by the Blasting Curse; however, the cart behind which she had been taking cover had been hit, knocking her to the ground when it exploded.
Draco had tried patching the wound up as best as he could after they had been deposited in this good-forsaken cell, but he knew that without the attention of a Healer, Granger didn’t stand much of a change.
It didn’t matter anyway. Voldemort would not leave them alive for long.
“I guess, all those Order members who thought I’m the traitor have to rethink their theories now,” Draco remarked sarcastically.
Draco had joined the Order of the Phoenix after the attack on Hogwarts, which had resulted in Dumbledore’s death. Snape had taken him to number twelve, Grimmauld Place because joining the Dark Lord had been too dangerous after Draco had been unwilling to follow through with his orders. The Order had accepted Snape back after interrogating him under Veritaserum, thereby finding out about Dumbledore’s plan.
Draco’s acceptance into the Order had been an entirely different matter, considering that he had willingly become a Death Eater and was the sole reason why You-Know-Who’s followers had been able to penetrate Hogwarts.
However, Potter had grudgingly testified that Draco had not harmed Dumbledore when he had had the opportunity, and Snape argued that a sixteen years old boy didn’t stand a chance of refusing the Dark Lord when he commanded to be followed. In the end, it had been decided that Draco had been coerced into becoming a Death Eater and deserved a second chance.
Draco himself had his own reasons for wanting to serve the Order. Less than a week after the attack on Hogwarts and his disappearance, his mother’s badly maimed body had been recovered. Retaliation for her son’s betrayal. Draco didn’t care anymore about which ideology was the right one or whose side was more powerful. He wanted to see the murderers of his mother dead.
Still, many members of the Order never believed he had changed sides completely, and when a few months ago it became apparent that they had a traitor in their midst, Draco immediately was the prime suspect.
“I never thought it was you,” Hermione said, her voice sounding weaker by the minute.
“Thanks, Granger,” Draco simply said, too tired to come up with a snide comment.
Another hour in the dungeons and Hermione was shivering badly. Draco was running his hands over her arms and back, trying to warm her up at least a little bit, but knew that Hermione had gone into shock and that there was nothing he could do to help her.
“Are you scared, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, although Draco had trouble understanding her through the chattering of her teeth.
“Of, course not,” Draco replied. “We’re going to be alright, you’ll see.”
Hermione didn’t say anything for a while, and Draco continued to run his hands over her body in a futile attempt to warm her up.
“Thanks, Draco,” Hermione finally whispered.
“For what?”
“Lying,” Hermione said and closed her eyes. Draco felt her body go limp in his arms. Minutes later he heard steps coming closer and the iron door was opened.
They were coming.