Fan Fiction ❯ Last Hope ❯ 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Dragon heard the sickening crack of flesh against flesh and then a muffled thud as a body fell to the stone floor of the dungeon. There was a slight jingle of chains and he clenched his jaw. They had chained her. The thought of the cold, unforgiving iron around Hermione's slender wrists, rubbing against her tender, beautiful skin made him see red. He tamped down his rage, trying to think clearly, to focus and made another turn, going deeper into the maze. It was all starting to come back to him and every step he took made him more confident, more hopeful that he would find her soon.

Draco felt sick to his stomach. Hermione was in a heap on the ground, her white lace panties and bra glowing dimly in the darkness of the dungeons. Flint was leering at her, removing his robes and Crabbe and Goyle were licking their lips in anticipation. The bigger, older Slytherin would not be deterred from taking what he wanted from Hermione, and Draco was almost out of options. The only choice he had left was to go for help, and that would blow his fragile cover. He could not let the others know what he knew of the future. He had to continue to act as he always had, as a Malfoy, as a Slytherin. Hermione… she would understand that, right? Flint wouldn't kill her or anything and everyone knew about her and Ron Weasley, so it wasn't like she was a virgin! Everyone did know, right? It was true, wasn't it? Draco's teeth pierced his lower lip and he tasted blood. What if she was a virgin?

Hermione opened her eyes slowly as someone slapped her awake. Her eyes adjusted to the murky darkness and she saw Flint above her. After a moment of confusion, she remembered where she was and how she got there and realized that Flint was not wearing any clothes. Panic clutched at her and she suddenly found it hard to breathe through the gag as his fingers slid under her bra straps and yanked, snapping the thin elastic and tearing the lacy material away. Tears slipped down her cheeks and she kicked at him, futilely. Flint settled his weight on her legs to stop her feeble struggles and slid his thumbs under the waistband of her panties. "I'm going to fuck you, Granger," he told her, quietly and she whimpered.

Draco backed away from the small group. Crabbe and Goyle didn't notice, they were too caught up in what Flint was doing and Flint, of course, was preoccupied. Hermione, however, looked toward him and her eyes met his own in a silent cry for help. He gave a nearly imperceptible nod and started to turn away, to run for help. He smashed, head on, into a broad, strong chest and fell backward, staring up into the furious visage of his future self.

Dragon didn't even glance down at Draco. All he saw as he rounded the corner into the central chamber was Hermione, trapped on the floor beneath Marcus Flint, nearly naked and crying. Something took hold of him from inside and filled him with a rage unlike any he had ever experienced. He moved forward so fast that Crabbe and Goyle didn't have time to cry out a warning and he grabbed Marcus Flint by the hair, dragging him off Hermione and sending him flying against the wall. He hit the stone with a thud and dropped to the floor on his knees, rising quickly and narrowing his eyes at Dragon. "What the fuck are you doing down here?" the Slytherin hissed. Dragon didn't answer, just advanced on him and drew out his wand. With a steady hand and a deadly quiet voice, he pointed the wand at Flint and said the word "Crucio!"

Flint's screams pierced the darkness and Crabbe and Goyle disappeared back into the maze. Draco stayed where he'd fallen, watching in fascinated horror as Flint writhed in pain on the filthy floor of the dungeon. Dragon turned his back on the boy and knelt beside Hermione, releasing the iron shackles with a mumbled "Alohamora." The second they fell away, Hermione sat up and yanked the gag from her mouth, gasping for air and sobbing at the same time. Dragon took off his cloak and wrapped it around her, drawing her against his chest and lifting her into his arms. Clasping her against him, Dragon stood and walked out of the central chamber.