THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 36: Carve out her heart

Hermione

Groaning, I roll over, automatically feeling around for Draco.

I feel so battered and bruised, I'm hoping, even praying that the baby is at least safely tucked away inside me.

The longer I fumble around reaching for him, continuously coming up empty the more panic bubbles up to the surface. Jostling my throbbing head, I shoot upright looking wildly around the sparsely greened graveyard.

"Draco.." I rasp as loud as I'm able. Which is sadly not very loud. Weakly I send, My dragon.. where are you?

Nothing.

Horrible horrible silence.

"DRACO! DRACO, WHERE ARE YOU!? PLEASE ANSWER ME!" I scream, sounding very much like a banshee.

Sobbing, I crawl around, my body shaking uncontrollably as I continue to come up empty. No signs of my husband. No drag marks, or divots that I can see or feel in the darkness. After a moment, it hits me.. it doesn't have to be so dark.

I call forth my flames, willing them into my palms when to my utter horror I realize nothing is happening.

Oh no no no no no. NO!

Could our bond be.. be void.. No a little fall wouldn't- No couldn't kill a dragon. Not my dragon at least.

But as I stare blankly at my unlit hands, the quiet eating at my breaking heart, I can't help but feel despair beyond words can describe. A numbness settles over my bones, as I shove my hands harshly into the dirt. Digging my nails in as deeply as I can, I scream.

I scream until my voice gives. When I've voiced my sorrow as much as I can, its in that stifling quiet I start to hear movement.

To my horror I find Ava leaned over Draco's still body. And worse yet, she's fucking laughing. The wretched, horrible, disgusting excuse for a human is softly chuckling over what I can only assume is my husband's dead body!

I don't even know when or how, but I'm moving, running, fucking tackling her to the ground. Pinning her arms with my thighs, I punch her with everything I've got.

Ava laughs at me. Loudly. Fucking cackles.

If I'd thought Draco feral before, its nothing compared to what I unleash upon this woman. Hit after hit, I don't let up. Not even when I feel her nose crunch under my clenched fist. Definitely not when I feel her eye socket crack, or when her jaw unhinges. No. I don't stop. I beat her until her face is nothing but a jumbled mess. Until there's no goddamn way she could even be identified.

Then for good measure, I take out my wand, using a spell I'd only read about in a Dark Arts book, I fucking cut out her useless fucking heart.
Then I do something even more reckless. I use Fiendfyre. Because one way or another, this bitch was going to burn.

Once the fire has consumed her, I don't bother to watch where the cursed flames travel. Instead I pull myself over to Draco.

Laying my head on his unmoving chest, I place one hand on my stomach, the other cupped against his pale face. I fall asleep whispering my undying love for my mate. Whisper my unyielding sorrow for our child. Whisper my wish for what could have been into the darkness until my sobs wrack my weakened body.
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It takes everything I have left to even wake when the sun lights the horizon.

I didn't know it was possible to feel so wholly dead when I'm obviously alive.

My heart still beats, air still graces my lungs. My brain is still firing though at a stunted pace. But I can't help but think..

What's the point?