Fic: Illegal Progeny (Dramione repost)
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dramione_ldws, from round 8, challenge 2: use the words naked and illicit, Hermione POV, 100-499 words. It's a very little bit dark.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended and no money is made from this work of fanfiction.
Illegal Progeny
“Hermione Jean Granger, you are accused of crimes against wizarding purity,” Umbridge says, giving me a wide, hungry smile. “I don’t think we need to put forward evidence when the defendant is so infamous, but a few of our number may find it diverting.”
Lucius Malfoy nods aristocratically, his eyes crackling with barely suppressed lust. He’s always loved to watch things in pain. I hold my head up a little higher.
“High Inquisitor Umbridge, the Wizengamot has deduced that this girl was involved in illicit copulation with a pure-blood wizard, and that she is carrying the spawn of the union,” Dolohov recites from a scroll, sneering at me. “After repeated questioning, she remains intractable and will not reveal the name of her accomplice.”
“You have been very, very naughty Miss Granger,” Umbridge says sweetly, “and naughty people must be punished.”
I know what’s coming. The simplest way to get rid of the whole problem is to kill me along with the baby. I’ve known death would come for me eventually, but I’d rather it didn’t take my baby.
“Alecto,” Umbridge warbles like a demented sparrow, “fetch the Dementor.”
At that, my head whips around, and I know my mouth is open in shock.
“Miss Granger, you’re to be a scientific study,” she says. “The effects of the Kiss on a wizard in the embryonic state have never been recorded before.”
I’m screaming, willing myself to do wandless magic in spite of the shackles lacing me to the spot, and then I feel the cold approaching and my voice dies in my throat.
It’s coming.
It’s coming for me.
It’s coming for the little one.
Umbridge’s cat, Lucius’s hawk, and Dolohov’s bear are prowling the edges of the room, the ghostly glow of the Patronuses a wall not protecting but imprisoning me with the cloaked figure detaching itself from the shadows, hissing obscenely.
I close my eyes and think of the memory of every sunrise, every Christmas, the warmth of his arms. But I feel that thing plucking each one away, leaving me naked and cold. Green light bursts against my closed eyelids, and I almost hope it’s Avada Kedavra. But it’s not.
I see the otter glowing in the darkness, and the Dementor retreats into nothing. It gambols towards me, and the chains drop to the ground. As I almost fall, arms go around me, and I recognize the scent of him. I don’t know how he’s done this, and he’ll undoubtedly be insufferable about it, but I’m not about to complain.
“Now if you’ll excuse us,” Draco says to a literally Stunned Umbridge, “and even if you won’t, you pathetic hag, my bride and I are leaving. Father, don’t expect an invitation to the birth.”
And we’re Apparating in a whirl of color and light, and there’s grass under my feet and blue sky above and fresh air and a thousand beautiful things the Dementor had made me forget ever existed.
“Took you long enough,” I finally say.
dramione_ldws, from round 8, challenge 2: use the words naked and illicit, Hermione POV, 100-499 words. It's a very little bit dark.Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended and no money is made from this work of fanfiction.
“Hermione Jean Granger, you are accused of crimes against wizarding purity,” Umbridge says, giving me a wide, hungry smile. “I don’t think we need to put forward evidence when the defendant is so infamous, but a few of our number may find it diverting.”
Lucius Malfoy nods aristocratically, his eyes crackling with barely suppressed lust. He’s always loved to watch things in pain. I hold my head up a little higher.
“High Inquisitor Umbridge, the Wizengamot has deduced that this girl was involved in illicit copulation with a pure-blood wizard, and that she is carrying the spawn of the union,” Dolohov recites from a scroll, sneering at me. “After repeated questioning, she remains intractable and will not reveal the name of her accomplice.”
“You have been very, very naughty Miss Granger,” Umbridge says sweetly, “and naughty people must be punished.”
I know what’s coming. The simplest way to get rid of the whole problem is to kill me along with the baby. I’ve known death would come for me eventually, but I’d rather it didn’t take my baby.
“Alecto,” Umbridge warbles like a demented sparrow, “fetch the Dementor.”
At that, my head whips around, and I know my mouth is open in shock.
“Miss Granger, you’re to be a scientific study,” she says. “The effects of the Kiss on a wizard in the embryonic state have never been recorded before.”
I’m screaming, willing myself to do wandless magic in spite of the shackles lacing me to the spot, and then I feel the cold approaching and my voice dies in my throat.
It’s coming.
It’s coming for me.
It’s coming for the little one.
Umbridge’s cat, Lucius’s hawk, and Dolohov’s bear are prowling the edges of the room, the ghostly glow of the Patronuses a wall not protecting but imprisoning me with the cloaked figure detaching itself from the shadows, hissing obscenely.
I close my eyes and think of the memory of every sunrise, every Christmas, the warmth of his arms. But I feel that thing plucking each one away, leaving me naked and cold. Green light bursts against my closed eyelids, and I almost hope it’s Avada Kedavra. But it’s not.
I see the otter glowing in the darkness, and the Dementor retreats into nothing. It gambols towards me, and the chains drop to the ground. As I almost fall, arms go around me, and I recognize the scent of him. I don’t know how he’s done this, and he’ll undoubtedly be insufferable about it, but I’m not about to complain.
“Now if you’ll excuse us,” Draco says to a literally Stunned Umbridge, “and even if you won’t, you pathetic hag, my bride and I are leaving. Father, don’t expect an invitation to the birth.”
And we’re Apparating in a whirl of color and light, and there’s grass under my feet and blue sky above and fresh air and a thousand beautiful things the Dementor had made me forget ever existed.
“Took you long enough,” I finally say.
