Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
Hermione whipped her head around at the sound of the familiar voice; the voice from the woods that night she was taken, the voice from the far end of the hospital wing… the voice of Draco Malfoy. One of Voldemort’s most trusted, most loyal, most vicious Death Eaters. Second only to perhaps Bellatrix Lestrange in notoriety, Malfoy had risen quickly through the ranks to become invaluable to the Dark Lord. More than half the intel the Order received on Death Eater movements had Malfoy leading the pack.
He was ruthless.
He was unfeeling.
He was a cold-blooded murderer.
Out of instinct, Hermione reached for the wand holster on her thigh, only to find it not only empty but gone. Malfoy offered her a smirk and a slight uptick of his brow. Closing the door from which he’d emerged behind him, he strode toward her and sat in the armchair nearest her head.
“Wh-what—” Hermione rasped, the words sticking to her throat like flypaper. “What do you want with me?”
A pause, nearly indiscernible. “Oh, pet, the Dark Lord has gifted you to me, as a reward for my years of faithful service.”-------------------------------------
About 1/3 written, updates whenever I have the time :)