Nightmare || Draco Hermione
"I always knew you would fail me," drawled Lucius Malfoy as he twirled his wand between his long, slender fingers. "I knew you were useless. Talented. A worthless piece of shit," he spat at the pale, blonde boy curled up on the ground. "You're a disgrace to the family. Interacting with the Mudblood aswell! Shame. On. You!" he growled.
Draco's head lifted up and he glared at his father's steely gaze. "She's not a Mudblood, father," he said. Lucius' brow quirked and he squat down on his knees in front of his son. "So tell me then, son," he snarled, "If she isn't a worthless, filthy piece of scum - much like yourself - what is she?" he challenged.
"She's a witch. Her blood is just as pure as ours, father," answered Draco and he stood from his vulnerable position on the Manor floor. Lucius laughed and stood up, towering over his son. With a quick and fluid movement, his hand came across Draco's face. The smack sound echoed around the room and Draco stepped away from his senior.
"Ah, look what we have here," came another cold, cruel voice. Draco spun around to see none other than the Dark Lord himself, seemingly gliding across the room to the two male Malfoys. "I have a little surprise for you," the dark wizard said with a grin. Facing the side so Draco could see through the door, Voldemort showed the 'surprise'. Narcissa lay on the ground, crumpled, bleeding and broken. Draco ran toward his mother but was caught in Voldemort's spell, "CRUCIO!" he yelled and Draco fell to the ground in pain.
Draco writhed in his bed, sheets tangling, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. A scream of help erupted from his mouth as he thrashed around in his sleep.
