Thread: After the End (Harry Potter, KC and Googl)

Hermione Malfoy, the younger, of course it was. His triumphant smugness was evident in every slight movement he made. Hermione knew he was a death eater now but couldn't see how he could have become one of much importance yet. He was likely just strutting around daddy's mansion, having a gloat. Hermione fixed him with a withering stare that would have curdled milk. Granger... Look at you, look at the state you are in, disgusting. She was more than a little dishevelled. The house elves had given her a bowl of hot water to wash with but not a hairbrush or anything other than soap, water and clothes. She wasn't about to give a damn what Malfoy thought of her appearance however, nor was she going to hand him the satisfaction of asking why he had insisted she wear her uniform. The little narcissist would get puffed up enough to tell her something useful eventually. I trust you have an idea of the situation that you are in, Potter has lost, the Order will soon fall apart, and The Dark Lord is running all of Wizarding Britain, which under him will mean that we control all of Britain and soon enough I suspect that Britain won't be enough for him. He smiled the maniacal smile that Voldemort's acolytes adopted when contemplating his future successes and more importantly, their own recognition as devoted servants. Let Malfoy find out the hard way that he was no more than dust to Voldemort, just as his disgraced parents were. Hermione actually rolled her eyes. However he has some interesting ideas about what to do with Mudbloods and those of mixed status. Pure Bloods will rule of course, as if our right, those of mixed blood will be of a secondary status but Mudbloods will be... entertainment to us. She raised an incredulous eyebrow at that. Malfoy's sneer suddenly became predatory, flipping her stomach over. Still her glare never wavered. Hermione was long past the point where mere words from a deluded little lackey like Malfoy were going to make her wet herself in fear. And you, formerly the top student of Hogwarts, a so called symbol of muggle born glory will be the first of the new status. Now Granger, you will not be getting much to eat here, I will be the only face that you see for the time being, and if you are hoping for any creature comforts like a book that you can have your nose in, or maybe a warm bath... then you will have to beg me for it. So lets start from there Granger, right now the House Elves have orders to feed you only enough to keep you healthy... but if you beg me then I might see fit to have a bit of fresh fruit added to your meals, make things more comfortable. He could not have dangled a less appetising carrot before her. Hermione had had zero appetite since Ron had passed. She had had to force herself to eat enough of what the house elves gave her to keep her strength. Right now it felt as though she would never be hungry again. Her stomach was hollow with grief and despair. His eyes swept over her, shining with excitement and anticipation. This to Malfoy was superlative bullying and Hermione was almost certain that it was giving him a little stiffy beneath his robes. A wave of nausea swept though her but she gave no sign. Oh, and you will never see a wand again, now consider your response carefully otherwise I will leave you alone for twenty four hours. 'Somebody must know I'm here.' She told herself silently, clinging to the hope. 'Somebody will get me out.' Hermione had been crying for so long that it was the work of a moment to summon more tears. They spilled from her eyes as she gazed up at him, looking the very epitome of a broken down victim. She dragged herself from the bed as though it required superlative effort, even affecting a slight stagger as she moved towards him, as though on the brink of fainting from hunger and thirst. She held Draco's gaze for long enough to ensure that he was avidly drinking in this spectacle, making her eyes wide and pleading. He knew that Ron was dead, that she was utterly grief-stricken. Hermione stood before him and dropped her gaze, letting her knees slowly buckle and sinking down in order to beg him as he had ordered. As her wand arm drew level with his crotch, Hermione leaned forwards and punched him square in his swollen cock and balls with every ounce of force that remained to her, throwing her weight behind the blow. Malfoy rolled to the floor and curled up around his manhood, now throbbing for all the wrong reasons. Hermione straightened, no trace of weakness in her movement or posture now. I don't need a wand to take on the likes of you Malfoy, She hissed at him, her eyes completely dry now, though tear tracks remained on her cheeks. and you'd better hope I never get my hands on one, because I'm just about livid and vengeful enough now to curse your miserable death-eater-hood until you die screaming. She searched him swiftly as he lay there but could find no wand. Little shit must have a modicum of sense after all. Hermione ran across the room and gripped the key. White hot pain shot up her arm and it was a moment before she even had the wherewithall to let go of it as her scream rent the air. She should have known that there'd be some kind of enchantment laid on it but leaving an ordinary key in the lock like that was something that Malfoy was more than arrogant enough to do. She covered her hand up with her robes and tried again but the same thing happened. In truth Hermione hadn't expected that to work and she couldn't say that it didn't hurt to try. She cradled her wand arm, in terrible pain but with nothing visible on her skin. Draco was trying to rise. Hermione loosened her tie and slipped it from her neck, before rushing forwards and tightening it around Malfoy's. He'd always shown a distinct preference for self-preservation over glory - not unlike his father - and she hoped this impulse in him would serve her now. Hermione cried out at the pain in her hand as she strangled him. Get up and open that door Draco, or they'll find you dead from some bizarre auto-erotic asphyxia accident. She sneered. Get me out of here or I swear you'll be the only pureblood never to sow his fucking seed. Her voice was a snarl now and she yanked on the tie, making him rise.