The instincts of flesh, his legacy, awaken in the middle of war, a war that he and his kind brought upon themselves by supporting an insane megalomaniac. He doesn't know how to protect her, or if he even wants to, but to survive, he will do anything. And for him to live, she must survive. Dark/Possession/Abuse/Torture/etc etc Veela!Draco HG/DM

AU. Social outcasts, thieves, murderers: the captain leads his motley band of soldiers to pursue mercenary goals, amassing fabulous riches that draw the ire of the overlord. The wise wizard sits in his castle, redrawing boundaries and stoking wars. A chance discovery leads Sergeant Granger to suspect that there is more to this mercenary business than meets the eye.

She clung to him, his despair and insanity feeding her fear—her nails peeled off his skin and she bit into his flesh, savouring the blood—it didn't matter that shadows lingered around them or that his girlfriend, a pureblood waxen doll with silken limbs, waited for him outside—she was a dirty rag doll he had rescued from the labour camp and every scream from her mouth was sin.

"I'm going to sleep now, under this bleeding dark sky and wake up in the morning. Want to join me, Snape?" She is insane. And he has a headache. "No, thank you," he snaps at her and jumps to his feet. "I think I never want to see you again. Have a good night." Or maybe, she surveys the young man with hooded eyebrows, she would get to bed him when she sees him next.

Hermione and Draco. Aren't they the perfect pair? He loves her. Probably. She hated him. Definitely. But then, one day, in the dark dungeons of Malfoy manor, something changed. They were both taken captive. Whatever transpired in those dark halls had left an indelible mark on her psyche. He had committed a crime, knowingly, and he was paying the price.

She beheld his pale face with those greasy hair and dark eyes. For a moment, she thought she saw a kindred soul in there somewhere. He was all alone, just like her. "Do you trust me?" "Yes." She thought she felt his hand shake a little at her response. "When I say jump," he spoke quietly and pressed her hand carefully, "jump. And no matter what happens, don't let go.

"You're afraid…" He looked at her face in concern. "What's the matter, Hermione?" Her lips trembled as she looked from his face to the vacant spot where the couple had danced only a few moments ago. Was she dreaming? "I want to go home." Her voice cracked as he enclosed her in his arms and nodded.

It should not have happened. He has hurt me, made me bleed, carved his name in blood on my innocent heart and left me to perish. "I cannot leave my wife for you, mudblood," he said quietly, almost tenderly, and pushed me against the stained glass window. I stared at him. I could do nothing. His words were final. A sore, bleeding knot twisted in my heart.

To love and all it entails: Family, dirty nappies and... lots of accidents. Oh well, he did sign up for it.

"I'd kill him for you, Hermione… You know I would," he murmured into her hair as he kissed her jaw line. Hermione's breath caught in her throat and she felt the tingling sensations of fear run down her spine. She shuddered against him. She knew he wasn't lying. What madness was this... Complete.

A tragic look at Severus and Hermione's relationship. Accompanied by the song So Cold