This story is set in Hermione and Draco's 7th year. Harry and Hermione are the Head students, while Draco became a death eater over the summer. More will be explained in the story as it develops.
English is not my native language so please bear with me on any spelling or grammer mistakes.
I also do not own Harry Potter. However I do have four Chinese romance novels under my name. If anyone is interested, please go to this link: http:www.books.com.tw/exep/prod/booksfile.php?item=0010235823
Chapter One: Saved by a Mudblood
Blindfold obscured his vision, strong hands held him down to the ground. A hard knee rammed into his groin sharply.
"Silencio!"
The agonized scream died on his lips.
"Not so high and mighty now are you, Malfoy? You fucking death eater!" A voice full of hatred spat. The person grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back forcefully. A punch to the stomach followed, knocking the wind out of his lungs.
More punches and kicks rained down on his battered body. Vaguely, he was aware of the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. So much pain... Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes. So hard to think...
"Shit, someone's coming!"
"Bugger!" Another vicious kick to the head, and then the abuses abruptly stopped.
"C'mon, we have to go! Before they spot us!"
"But I -"
"C'mon!"
"Alright..." The leader of the bunch finally conceded, but not before throwing a choking hex his way.
It was as if he was suddenly submerged in water. The air to his lungs was abruptly cut off. He couldn't breathe. The loud ringing in his ears almost covered up the retreating footsteps completely. He threshed about, hands clawing in the air, fighting to breathe in vain. Bright colorful spots danced madly in front his blindfolded eyes...
"Finite Incantatum!"
With a great gasp, the invisible chokehold on his neck dissipated. He was vaguely aware of a pair of slender arms locked around his shoulders, holding him up as he coughed and sputtered, greedily sucking air back into his deprived lungs.
For a long while he panted and gasped, body shaking in the aftereffects of abuse. Gratefully, he leaned against the support of the warm body in front of him, feeling weaker than a newborn baby.
Nimble fingers lifted the blindfold off his eyes. Wand light made him squint as the person gasped in recognition: "Malfoy?"
He peered up, teary-eyed, meeting the wide, shock-filled brown eyes of the Head Girl.
Gryffindor's Know-it-All Mudblood Queen, Hermione Granger.
"Wha... What happened here? Who did this to you?" Granger asked a little shakily, taking in all of his injuries, something akin to concern flashing in the depth of her eyes.
Suddenly, her eyes widened even more, and then she hastily dropped his arms, pushing him away from her as if burned. Without the support, Draco crashed back to the ground with a thud. He groaned in pain, his head swimming. Faintly, he followed her eyes to his left arm.
There, beneath the torn sleeve, the Dark Mark contrasted eerily against his pale skin.
Draco felt an icy sinking sensation in his stomach. Still panting for breath, he looked up through pain-induced tears, his eyes pleading for...
What? He does not know. What could he expect from an enemy of more than six years?
Granger narrowed her eyes at him, her expression guarded, but strangely serene: "So, you really are a death eater, aren't you, Malfoy?"
He opened his mouth, but no answer came out. She had caught him, red-handed so to speak, and now...
Granger watched him silently for a second, as if debating what to do. Finally, she pressed her lips into a firm thin line, and drew out a dagger from the folds of her robe, its sharp edge glinting in the wand light.
She was going to slit his throat!
Draco's eyes widened in fright: "N... No!" He cried hoarsely, struggling to get away, but couldn't move more than an inch or two due to his injuries. "Please..." His bloodied and split lips trembled as he eyed the sharp dagger in her hand.
Granger's eyes softened marginally. "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you... Not here and now, at least."
She reached out with her other hand and grabbed a hold of him. Almost gently, she pried his fingers open and placed the hilt of the dagger in his palm, holding it there. And then in a clear voice, she intoned: "Portus."
With a flash of blue light, the world around them began to swirl, and within seconds Draco found himself blinking up at the white ceiling of the Hospital Wing.
That dagger... It was the Head Students' emergency port key. He realized with a start. The dizziness from the transport only intensified even though Granger was carefully supporting his head. Black spots appeared on the edge of his vision.
"Granger..." A hoarse whisper escaped from his throat. His breathing became irregular again as he realized he was on the edge of fainting.
"It's okay Malfoy. You... you are safe." Granger tightened her hold on him, and then yelled, "Madam Pomfrey! Please come quick, Malfoy's hurt pretty bad!"
It was the last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him up.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is rather short. However, I do prefer to update often with shorter chapters, rather than making people wait half a month or so for a longer one. This story is rated PG-13 right now and will likely remain so. I do want to try my hands at a smut, but I think I'll do it as a separate short story and then post it somewhere that allows the NC-17 rating. I mean, if I'm going to give it a try, might as well go all the way, right?
Oh and, someone asked me about my pen name the other day. "Farangis" is the name of a warrior priestess from this Japanese epic war/fantasy novel titled Arislan Senki. Her name is sometimes translated as "Pharagese" as well.