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User: sadistic_hpfic (posted by pyrogrl)
Date: 2007-02-18 16:19
Subject: Schadenfreude: Chapter IV
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Tags:angst, chaptered fic, draco/hermione, schadenfreude
Title: Schadenfreude - Part One, Chapter Four
Author: Didi (pyrogrl)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 3706
Warnings: Heavy angst, character death
Summary: Hermione attends the trials of ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy and learns that she has a darker side: a side that takes pleasure in Malfoy's suffering.
Author's Notes: Big thanks to Beth, who helped me choose my beta-reader, and HUGE thanks to my beta-reader, Kristin! I like comments. I'm really proud of how this fic turned out, and I'm sad to be saying goodbye to it after so long.
Link to previous chapters: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Part One - Chapter Four

Hermione’s foul mood was back in full swing the next day. She confronted Ron about the soup and he admitted to adding a pinch of Pleasing Powder to it before taking it to her flat. “You really needed it,” he said, causing Hermione to stomp out of his office in a huff – even though she knew he was right.

Hermione was sitting in her office later that day, still trying to find out all she could about Malfoy. She wasn’t getting anything new and her patience was ebbing. Finally, after two hours and no results, she slammed her quill down in frustration and put her hands on either side of her head, leaning her elbows on her desk.

“Bad day?” came a voice from her doorway. Hermione looked up to see the tall frame of Derek Lovejoy, an Auror fairly new to the Ministry. Lovejoy, a Muggle-born, had been born in Britain, but he seemed to have lived all over the place: Ireland, France, Germany, Mexico, and even Japan. His father sold computers for a living and therefore made enough money for his son to have grown up privileged and, in Hermione’s opinion, a bit spoiled. He was polite enough, but he was lazy when it came to office work. He enjoyed being out in the open and actually hunting down Dark wizards. Hermione had to admit that he was good at it; she was the one who had trained him.

“Bad week,” she said, shutting her eyes. He came in and sat down in the chair across from her, setting down two cups of coffee and pushing one her way slightly. Hermione preferred tea to coffee, but she accepted it and smiled a “thank you”.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked, running his hand through his shaggy, dirty blonde hair. Hermione shook her head.

“Thanks, but no. This is something that I have to deal with.” She took a long drink of coffee. “It’s about the trial.”

“Malfoy’s trial?”

“Yes. It’s been…difficult…so far. I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

“Whenever I feel stressed, I go for a long run. It clears my head.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I run down to this little coffee shop a few blocks away from my flat called ‘A Taste of Magic’. It’s a Muggle place, but the name caught my eye. I went in and tried their ‘Magic Mocha’ – I know, it’s a stupid name –” He and Hermione shared a small laugh before he continued; “It’s actually a really nice little place. Maybe I can take you there.”

“Sometime, maybe.”

“How about today, after work? We don’t have to run. We can Apparate to my flat and then walk there.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow questioningly. Was he flirting with her? Or…had he just asked her on a date? No, of course not. First of all, Hermione knew that workplace relationships were risky. Second of all, she barely knew him outside of work.

Well, it could just be a casual outing between two friends. And despite her preference for tea, the Magical Mocha sounded good.

“We’ll see.” She quickly analyzed his face. He looked sincere. He grinned at her, flashing teeth too white to have not been treated with lasers, and left her office. Ron entered a few moments later and perched on the edge of Hermione’s desk. “Yes?” she asked, too sharply.

“What was that about?” Ron asked, indicating Lovejoy with a nod.

“We’re going out for coffee after work.” She said it casually, but she saw that it bothered Ron. “I think it’s simply a friendly outing, but he has been making effort to be around me lately. What do you think, Ron? Do you think he fancies me?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw and his eyes narrowed, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and said tonelessly, “Dunno. He might. Be careful around him though, Hermione. I don’t trust him.”

“Nonsense, Ron. I worked with the man for six months, training him to be an Auror. He’s really very normal.” She furrowed her brows and folded her hands in front of her. “Why would you say that? Are you jealous?”

His ears turned a light shade of red but he shook his head. “No, of course not. It’s not like we’re together or anything. You’re my friend, Hermione. I’m just looking out for you.” His tone was a bit harsh and Hermione rolled her eyes at it. Ron was not one for subtlety. Well, he had a date two weeks ago. And he had just asked her if she’d been on a proper date lately.

“I’m a bit busy right now, Ron,” Hermione said. “We can talk later.”

“Alright. I just came by to tell you that Luna will be at the next trial. Harry owled me this morning.”

“Okay.” They smiled at each other and Ron walked out of her office.


It was in December of 2002 when Hermione finally picked up the phone. It rang three times before she heard a familiar voice answer.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Grangers. Lynn Granger speaking.”

“Mother,” said Hermione quietly. She didn’t know what to say after, and from the long silence after she guessed her mother didn’t know other. “Hi, Mum,” she tried.

“Hermione,” her mother said coolly. “How are you?”

“I’m…not doing well.”

“I see.”

“No, it’s not what you think. I love being part of the magical community. It’s just…do you remember Harry Potter?”

“Who could forget him?”

“He got married a couple of years ago and he and his wife had a daughter.”

“Good for them.”

“But…she’s dead. Their daughter is dead. She was murdered. And…I was the one who found her.”

There was another long pause. Even her mother couldn’t ignore the fact that Hermione was incredibly upset over Rose’s death. Hermione heard her sigh deeply on the other end. “I’m sorry,” she said at last. “Was the murderer caught?”

“Yes. I caught him. Oh, mother, I just can’t stop seeing her face. I can only imagine what Luna and Harry are going through, losing a child…”

“I have a feeling.”

Hermione resisted the urge to hang up at her mother’s tone. Finally, Mrs. Granger changed the subject.

“Are…are you married?”

“No. I haven’t been on a real date in ages, mother. My work keeps me pretty busy. There are rumours that I might be promoted soon, which will only mean more work and still hardly any pay.”

“Do you need money?”

Hermione blinked at the question. They empty her account and ask her if she needs to borrow money? “What’s the catch?” she asked icily.


“Well, do I have to leave a world that I belong in just to borrow one hundred pounds?”

“No,” she replied after a pause. “Just…Hermione, try to understand. We’re not magical. We’re dentists. We went to university for years to get into this practice, and we discover that you can fix what we’ve strived for years to achieve with a flick of your wand and a spell. It’s…it’s not only intimidating, but it’s like you’re stealing our thunder,” she finished lamely, her tone sounding almost apologetic.

Hermione had had her doubts about calling her parents. By this point, she knew it was a mistake. Instead of comfort, she found anger. “I have to go,” she said. “Goodbye.” She hung up.


“What would you like?” Lovejoy asked Hermione as they stood in line at A Taste of Magic.

“I actually want to try that Magical Mocha you mentioned. Would you like me to grab a table?”

“Yes, thanks. Try that one over in the far corner by the fireplace.”

Hermione nodded, smiling, and went over to claim the table. She sat and waited for Lovejoy to come over with the drinks, not allowing herself to think of work. He managed to get the drinks quickly and came over, setting her mocha down and pushing it towards her. She smiled in appreciation and took a sip. The flavour seemed to explode in her mouth: a perfect blend of coffee and cocoa, and there seemed to be something in the taste that made it different from any other mocha she had had. “Wow,” she said. “This is actually a nice drink. What do you have?”

“The Enchanted Espresso.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully, a half-smile on his lips. “Would you like to try it?”

“Oh, no thank you. I’ve had espresso once, and I’ll never have it again. I had no idea I could get so…energized.” She laughed a bit nervously.

“Is that so?” Lovejoy grinned at her. “I think I would have liked to have seen that.”

“Oh, believe me, you would not be taking me out for coffee if you had.” In truth, nothing had happened for Hermione to say that. She frowned slightly. Was she attempting to flirt with him? Well, if she was, it was a sad attempt indeed.

As they sipped their drinks, they chatted about normal Muggle things: the weather, news, and Hermione even found herself discussing sports with him. Apparently, Lovejoy was into tennis and he invited Hermione to have a game with him the next weekend.

“I’ve never played,” she said.


“No, I was too busy trying to make sure Harry wasn’t murdered growing up to play tennis.” Immediately she bit her lip; she certainly hadn’t meant to be so nasty! “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I should have known better. You didn’t exactly have a quiet life.” He placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. Hermione swallowed. There was a certain look to his eyes that she couldn’t explain in words, but knew exactly what it meant. He leaned across the table and very gently brushed his lips against hers.

There were no firecrackers or sensations of being swept off her feet when he kissed her. Hermione only felt the normal butterflies that came with every first kiss. In truth, she felt like he was moving a bit too fast for her. She hadn’t kissed Ron on their first date, even if they had known each other for seven years. She hadn’t even let Viktor Krum kiss her after the Yule Ball. Still, she shyly returned his kiss.

He leaned back in his seat, smiling fondly at her. “You’re so cute,” he said, making Hermione blush.

Their date continued for another half-hour before Hermione decided it was time for her to go home. It was starting to become cloudy and dark outside, and she wanted to get home before it began to rain again. Lovejoy – Derek, she corrected herself – offered to walk her home and she allowed him to. As they walked, he reached over and took her hand. Hermione stifled her nervous giggles. He kissed her outside of her door and, making sure no one was around, he Disapparated. Once he was gone, Hermione began to laugh. She was surprised at how wonderful it felt, like tasting chocolate for the first time.

That night, she went straight to bed. She didn’t look over her notes on Malfoy.

The next morning, Hermione allowed herself to sleep in. She didn’t have to work that day. It would be a good day to go to Azkaban, she thought as she lay in bed. As soon as that thought entered her mind, she found she couldn’t lie there any longer. She got up, pulled out her only pair of jeans, and threw them on with a plain white long-sleeved shirt. She tucked her wand into her sleeve and went into the kitchen to grab her notes, more paper, and a pen. She hesitated, thinking about the consequences of going to see him again. He could tell.

He won’t tell, she thought, surprised at how confident she was. She smiled to herself and Disapparated to Azkaban fortress.

It was incredibly windy and cold there. She quickly disguised herself, again as Amy Ayres, and ran inside. She wrote her name down and went to his cell. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the floor, and smirked at her when she came in.

“You again,” he said, his voice raspy.

“Me.” She sat down in the chair and crossed her legs to support her papers as she wrote. “I’m here to ask you a few questions, Malfoy.”

“Oh really? I’m sorry, Granger, but I can’t have dinner with you on Friday. I have plans.”

Hermione glared at him stonily but pushed past his comment. “I’ve been looking over your life, Malfoy, and making notes on you.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You’ve done quite a lot of nasty things in your life. Not only did you set your Quidditch instructor on fire –”

“That was an accident,” he said. “He shouldn’t have let a six year old play with his wand.”

“-you also tried several times to kill Albus Dumbledore – and failed with each attempt. Then you began to hunt down and kill Muggles and Muggle-borns.”

“You knew this already, Granger,” he drawled.

“I know what you did, Malfoy. But I don’t know why you did it.”

Her statement was followed by a long silence. Malfoy stared at her, a slight confused expression on his pale, gaunt face. “So that’s why you’re here,” he said at last. Hermione nodded. “Granger, you do realize that you’ll never be able to use this in court.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Then why do you care?”

She sighed and began to tap her pen on the paper. “I’m Hermione Granger,” she said. “I’m not one to do anything half-arsed.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, sneering at her. “Just ask your bloody questions.”

“Thank you. Can you tell me when and why you made the choice to become a Death Eater?”

“I believe it was the August after my father’s arrest. My mother received a letter from the Dark Lord that instructed me to meet him. She and I Apparated – Side-Along Apparition, of course – to where he wanted us to meet him. It was there that he offered me the chance to ‘do great things to benefit the entire wizarding world’, as he put it, if I was to do one thing for him.”

“Kill Dumbledore.”

Malfoy nodded. “My mother tried to talk me out of it. Stupid woman, she did that right in front of the Dark Lord. He pulled out his wand and performed the Cruciatus Curse on her. Once he did that, I knew I had no choice. Of course, I would have joined anyway,” he added after a pause, as if thinking Hermione would feel sorry for him. “I had always been interested in the Dark Arts. So I became a Death Eater. You know what happened after that.”

Hermione nodded, frowning. “Are you saying that you felt threatened?”

He inhaled deeply and leaned his head against the wall. “Not really at first. I mean, I know he tortured my mother right in front of me, but I still felt…I don’t know, really. I was so blind and eager to do something important that I truly didn’t care about that. I only began to become frightened towards the end of the year. I was failing in my assignment and I knew that if I failed he’d kill me.”

“And your family,” Hermione added. “I’ve noticed that about you, Malfoy. You seem to talk about your family a lot. Did you worry for their safety more than your own?”

“At times,” Malfoy admitted. “I admit it Granger: I’m selfish. I spent most of my time worrying about my own life rather than theirs.”

“You didn’t have to admit anything. I already knew that about you.”

“Oh, are we cheeky today, Granger?” His old trademark smirk appeared briefly on his face, but it was gone with a sigh. “How do you know that I’m being honest?” he asked, turning his gaze back to her.

“Well,” she said, blinking a few times, “I believe you’re too beaten to lie.” She let her answer linger and carefully watched Malfoy’s reaction. His eyes twitched once, and then he shut them and ran a hand over his hair. She could tell from his body language that he knew she was right.

“Do you have another question?” he asked finally, his voice lower and quieter than it had been before.

“Yes.” She quickly wrote down his previous answer, and looked back at him. “After the incident at Hogwarts, what made you decide to stay with the Death Eaters? Dumbledore himself told you that the Order of the Phoenix would be able to hide you so that the Death Eaters would never be able to find you.”

“How’d you—oh, of course. Potter would have told you about that, wouldn’t he?” He leaned forward, a look of concentration on his face. “After Snape killed Dumbledore and we escaped, I knew that I could never go back. I was with the Death Eaters for good, whether I liked it or not.”

“Hold on,” Hermione interrupted. “What do you mean? Were you actually considering Dumbledore’s offer?”

“Honestly? I don’t remember. I imagine I would have. If it could keep me from dying, I’d do it. I know that that’s when Snape came in and killed Dumbledore. Nobody but Dumbledore and Potter knew about that, and I planned to keep it that way. I never told anyone about his offer. I was too frightened. Next question.”

Hermione scribbled down his response. “At the final battle…” She hesitated, wondering if she should ask the question. It was quite personal, really.

“Yes?” Malfoy prodded.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

He seemed taken aback by the question. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember?” she asked, almost sweetly. “Harry and Voldemort were off fighting their battle somewhere, and we – the Order, and the DA – were taking care of the Death Eaters.”



Hermione barely managed to keep her grip on her wand as she was very suddenly thrown through the air and landed about ten metres away from where she’d been. She heard a sickening crack and felt her left arm break as she landed on top of it, forcing her weight on it. She bit her lip, blinking away tears, as she rose to her feet and prepared to face whatever Death Eater had caught her from behind.

She couldn’t see anyone around who could have cast the spell. She saw that she was separate from the rest of the battle – she’d started off on the outskirts anyway – and with that sudden blast she’d been thrown even farther away. The battle was taking place in the field outside of Hogwarts, between the lake and the Forbidden Forest. Ron had taken up the position near the lake and Hermione was on the other side, near the trees. The Death Eater she’d been fighting was now busy battling with Ginny. Hermione held her wand up and looked around for the Death Eater who’d struck her.


Hermione fell to her knees, gasping in pain and biting her lip until it bled. It seemed to take ages for the Death Eater to lift the curse. Hermione still knelt where she was, trying to catch her breath. There was a sharp pain in her side and then she was sprawled on her back. She quickly scrambled to her feet and finally she saw the Death Eater. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him, pointing his wand at her throat. Hermione struggled, dropping her wand.

“Don’t,” the Death Eater said warningly. Hermione looked beyond his mask, trying to see into his eyes. It was too shadowed; she couldn’t see them.

Hermione did the only thing she could think of: she brought her hand up and punched him with all the strength she possessed. He released her, staggering back, his mask flying off. Hermione quickly grabbed her own wand and quickly healed her broken arm before turning her wand back to him. He regained his balance and turned back to her.

Hermione gasped. It was Draco Malfoy.

“Malfoy!” she gasped. She dropped her guard, and the moment she did her wand was gone and she found herself floating a foot above the ground, bound tightly with a magical rope.

Avada—” she heard a Death Eater behind her say.

“NO!” Malfoy hollered. “Leave her to me!”

Hermione looked around and saw the Death Eater rush back to the battle. A burst of green light came out of his wand and very suddenly one of the members of the DA, a sixth-year Ravenclaw girl, was dead.

Malfoy approached Hermione slowly, a look of pure hatred and anger etched into his pale face. Hermione set her jaw and stared at him defiantly, trying desperately to remember what she’d read about wandless magic. She saw that the corner of his mouth was bleeding from where she punched him. He wiped it away, then knelt down and grabbed her wand.

“Scream for me, Mudblood,” he said softly, pressing her own wand to her neck. Hermione kept her mouth shut. “Scream.”

And, against her will, she did, but to her surprise no sound came out. At Malfoy’s smirk, she realized he’d cast a Silencing charm on her.

He stood back from her and brought up his wand arm, then flung it down forcefully. Hermione, still bound and silenced, flew through the air, crashing into trees, then finally hit one and was knocked unconscious.


“You could even say you saved my life,” Hermione finished. She smiled as she saw the angry look on Malfoy’s face. “Why would you do that, Malfoy?”

“I had hoped it would kill you.”

“Don’t lie to me,” she said.

“I’m not! I hoped that it would kill you, or if it didn’t then you would be stuck out there and everyone would assume you to be dead. You would end up dying out there anyway.”

“But they found me. You led them to me.”

“I was acting under Veritaserum. If I’d had any choice in the matter, I would have left you to die.” He sneered at her furiously. “Do you have any other questions?”

Hermione smiled. “I do, but I think I’ll save them for another day.” She stood up and walked forward until she was beside him. “Until next time…Draco.”
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User: bindilee
Date: 2007-02-23 09:48 (UTC)
Subject: shadenfruede
God, I love this fiction Didi.
You are a wonderful writer and I enjoy reading every post.
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