This truly is a bohemian story set three hundred years after the children of the revolution. This story is based on the bohemian ideals of freedom, beauty, truth and love where in a world where love can be lost as easily as it can be found, two souls will have to learn that the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Where two star crossed lovers both from different houses both unalike in stature take their life.
I fell in love with him the day he had told me he had felt the same maybe even before but I had never actually realised it before, I guess I was in denial but when he told me he felt the same I knew that I too felt as he did and our hearts were meant to be as one. Unfortunately there was a glitch in our little affair. Of course this being a story I can't tell you until we get to that so I will begin from the beginning.
It began in the Malfoy manor I guess where I was imprisoned in the dungeons and I am pretty sure you can guess who my captors were... You guessed it Death Eaters.
I sat cold, hungry, alone and most importantly wandless in the said dungeons awaiting my fate. I sighed at the said terrible fate feeling as if I had become just another blotch in history. The whole grand scheme of things made me feel pretty small and insignificant honestly. No must not believe their brain washing I am Hermione Granger, Hogwarts being my home held me as the brightest witch in a century, probably why I was so important to erase, one of the famous Harry Potters best friends, I was really asking for it wasn't I and a muggleborn making me even more dangerous, even more of a threat, a Malfoy's worst nightmare and most of all worst enemy. I reminded myself of this for the twenty-seventh time kicking my disgusting empty bucket, I was not going to use that to relive myself I would rather burst my bladder and my kidneys, as well as reminding myself for what seemed the fifty-third time to spit in the next Malfoy face that walked through the door to my cramped and mouldy, or was it mossy, cell. I looked at my surroundings trying to calculate in my super witch brain which wasn't much help with out my wand mind you, how to escape. I relied too much on magic I came to the conclusion after not finding a way from this rankly scented hell hole and I was pretty sure my bladder would blast at any minute. Even if I did manage to escape they would find me once again and I would be back here once more. No stop it stop it stop it! I could Hex their backsides to Antarctica and wish them a nice trip after snapping their wands. It would take them decades to get back if they didn't freeze their backsides off first. This thought kept me warm as I thought of them frozen in Antarctica or being eaten by polar bears or even better penguins, this brought a smile to my lonely face. They had kept me in solitude thinking it would cause me to go crazy but I was used to the long hours alone from excessive studying and thanked the books for building my tolerance to being alone. I had my thoughts to entertain me and I thought of all the wonderful hexes I would bestow upon my captors when I had the chance. I would find an escape, I'm smart, where there's a will there's a way or a relative in most cases.
In walked my captor none other than yes that's right Draco Malfoy. Oh yes I noticed him sneaking up behind me and the lucky bugger got in first before I could Hex his backside to grow fur and teddy bear ears which was at the point my plan. But no he had to curse me with a fully body bind before I had a chance. I was conscious as he dragged me to the edge of the school and his father apparated me away to this hell hole I now call something along the lines of a home though it could use a few female touches like maybe a toilet and a bed not a bucket and a pile of straw that some kind individual had left there for me. I knew exactly where I was it was simply a matter of escaping. Malfoy hurried towards me and true to my thoughts I spat directly in his face lucky enough to hit an eye and watch it dribble down to his mouth causing him to gag which he covered quickly with a handkerchief which he also doubled its usage to wipe of my saliva dripping on his face.
"Is That it?" he asked me sounding surprisingly calm seeing as I had just infected him with mud blood cooties, "I thought a bookworm like you would have spent all your time sitting here thinking up witty remarks to snap at me."
"Don't flatter yourself ferret," I chuckled at his naive behaviour.
"And to think I was going to help you escape. Fine if you want to behave like a spoilt brat you can just stay here, and just so you know you are underground the only way out is via that door and the amount of magic on it you'd have a hard time getting past that without your wand." With that he turned on his designer shoed heels and left. Of course I was sceptical that he would have let me out seeing as it was his fault I was in here in the first place. But he's right and when he is right... that is so wrong. I felt highly disgruntled and decided to spend my hours thinking up witty remarks and legal muggle ways to make them pay along with as many legal magical ways while I was at it. The hours dragged on but I could never really tell how long it had been or if it was day or night as my cell was stuffy and as Malfoy had pointed out underground. I had no windows at all only a small hole in the door where I presumed food and drink was shoved through though so far I had received neither. I had no real telling of the time so the hours seemed to me endless and I was honestly scared my brain would run out of puff. Thankfully it never seemed to and so there I sat alone hurling insults at a non existent Malfoy who obviously as he was non existent couldn't hear me. Stupid Pig loving ferret, I swear I could beat him in a duel with my eyes closed, standing on one foot with one hand tied behind my back. I never seemed to think of anything to say about him that was smart or witty I guess because you could only say something smart and witty about someone who is smart and witty and I figured that Malfoy had thought god had said trains when he really meant brains and caught the Hogwarts express. I pressured my brain to exhaustion and finally fell asleep on the pile of straw which smelled like fifteen dead people had lain upon it before me that had so kindly been given to me as a bed. This mind you was easier said than done. Not only was the stench and lack of fresh air aggravating a stupidly bright light dangled above my head that never went out as there was no switch and I had no magic and it certainly wasn't a clap light as I had already tried this theory. I found it hard to sleep with a light on even a nightlight irritated me away from sleep so I can assure you I was exhausted before I finally drifted into the land of slumber and dreams.
I awoke to several men big, tough men, filling my tiny abode. In my fright I backed myself into a corner, of course a stupid thing to do, shutting my eyes as a nasty snicker filled my ears. For the first time I felt afraid and nor would it be the last in this story of tragedy and woe that I would feel negative emotions of fear and such things. Strong gripping, bruising hands clasped themselves to my arms weak and thin, hauling my frail unenergised from lack of food form shaped as a ball my legs tucked underneath the rest of my body from the ground causing my said curled legs to stretch out almost in a pleasurable pain, so that they dangled a mere ten centimetres from the stone floor. The voices surrounding my mortal flesh snickered once more as I was released and gravity pulled me to a heap on the hard and icy floor.
"Crucio," a voice which I recognised as none other than the elder Malfoy, Lucius cast upon me wickedly. Pain shot through my body and continued for what seemed like days as the evil doers surrounding me laughed at my pain. Just as the pain began to subside another would cast the same dreaded, unforgivable curse of torture upon me only to see my body wriggle in pain at their feet unwillingly doing so as I could no longer control my limbs. Yet no matter how they tried I was determined not to let them break my spirit. I would not be weak and I would not cry out and not once did I do so. I would never let them take my dignity nor my identity from me. Finally after what seemed like hours, months, years, their laughter subsided and they realised that despite the physical pain they had not won. To them victory was never sweeter than when the innocent was stripped bare, when everything good had been taken from their victims and replaced with emptiness or hate and despite my situation I could not bring myself to despair. If anything their actions had determined me to be strong. If this was all they had I could endure and I would endure!
"Well, Well, Well, it seems that it will take more than magic to tear this one down," I saw now that I had opened my eyes that it was indeed the head of the Malfoy Manor addressing me, "She is quite pretty..." he tilted my chin to look into my eye to which I stared back defiantly, "For a mudblood of course... It will be so lovely to hear her scream." He spoke as if he was discussing what to have for lunch and it seemed I was on the menu. His brutally disgusting and cruel smile was as sickly as his voice and it took all my courage in my heart and in my brain not to cower in disgust and horror, now truly afraid of my fate but still determined to demolish any sign of aforementioned fear. At such a close range to the senior Malfoy I could see the lines of age in his face and judged him to be in his early forties and for the first time since the terrible man entered the room I spoke loudly and clearly to him.
"You know Lucius," I used his first name causing him to cringe at my fee usage of it, "for someone so rich you seems to be unable to fix how old you look, you know muggles have this thing called plastic surgery that can fix that and seeing as you have so much money that wouldn't cost so much, by the looks of it I'd say you look what sixty? Fifty-five?"
"Forty-five actually," he blurted before he could help himself. I smiled happy to have found a victory and proud that I had so quickly picked up upon his weakest spots in the same decisive hit. Obvious that I had won a round made him furious. He used his free arm to bat me to the ground.
"Tie her to a chair," he ordered his cronies, "I will make her scream." His cronies followed his orders and I was tied my arms to the arms and my legs to the legs and ropes tight around my chest to the chair that had appeared from no where. He paced in front of the said chair holding me prisoner when a light bulb went off in his head. He pulled a black bag from his cloak and opened it for me to examine the contents which appeared to me a large pile of silver sewing needles.
"You can break my body eater of death, but you will never break my spirit."
"My oh my," he was now getting very cocky to have me in such a helpless situation, "it seems we have a tough and clever cookie on our hands, well I ask you this oh brave little Mudblood, have you ever heard of a fascist's manicure cookie?" His smile was wicked but I knew I would prevail, though a fascist's manicure was not on my top ten lists of things to do today list as I indeed knew what it was and what it meant and entailed being a bookworm and all. I had to be strong. I had never endured one nor have I endured torture to this degree. Yes I had been tortured before but never like this. This unusual and muggle punishment frightened me. Still I would not let them win, so as they inserted the metal needles under my nails, I covered the burning pain inside but finally the easy part again free of screaming was over. Obviously displeased still with my silence he decided to extinguish cigarettes onto my skin. It displeased them greatly to see that though it was obviously painful I would never give them any sign of my evident discomfort and by the time they had reached both of my shoulders they had grown bored with their game, so they obviously unspoken had decided to bring on the real pain.
I was surprised when I saw the elder Malfoy Lucius was handed a muggle contraption only known as a gun and pointed right at my forehead but I did not show fear. If this was the way I was to meet my maker I would not die in vain and I would confront it face on stare it in the face and not blink. This will be a true test of my courage and I passed it. Lucius faltered not wanting to end his fun so quickly and aimed the gun lower so it was pointing directly at my thigh and discharged the weapon. If I had of told you I was cool and calm whilst being shot I would be a terrible liar, that of course didn't mean that I had screamed. I had bit my lip so hard that blood was leaking into my mouth as well as from my leg and hands. Now they believed it was time to teach me a real lesson if even being shot would not break my spirit what they did next would break down the Great Wall of China if it was a person. The would teach me a lesson I would never forget. Anyone can be dispirited you just have to know where to hit. With that he took the butt of his firearm and slammed it against the nails in my fingers. Above my screams I could hear in my own ears my bones splintering shattering and turning ultimately to dust. This is was beyond limits and I was not sure I could take this kind of pain. I just as were the fingers in my bones splintered, given in. I was no longer as brave as I had once hoped to say I was. For the first time I sat there defeated, blood now dripping steadily from each of my traumatized fingers, I hung my head in head in shame and I swear I could almost hear the smiles on the nefarious faces. They had won, they had won, they had won, the thought danced in my head as finally I passed out from the pain the last thing I remember was the pain from the needles being ripped none too carefully either from my ruined hands.
My hands felt warm amongst the agony and when I opened my eyes I found the blonde dragon Malfoy kneeling over my body now covered in a blanket on what felt to be a mattress, binding my hands and nurturing to my inflamed wounds benevolently.
"I see you're awake, here drink this," he held a glass to my lips filled with what seemed to be a foul concoction for me to ingest discontentedly. I cringed as I consumed the distasteful beverage feeling the throbbing ache in my hand to subside gradually.
"Why are you doing this?" I managed to croak out as he tapped the glass with his wand filling it now with fresh water. He shushed me as he raised the glass once again for me to drink washing out the repulsive drink I had earlier drunk. My hands were still unusable but at least it was better than having them hurt as they had previously.
"I am going to get you out of here, trust me; I know what they are going to do to you. You just have to give me time. As much as my pride has to do with it and especially my family honour and my ego now we mention it hates to admit it, You are worth so much more than what they will do to you in the end and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't get you out of here," He informed me zealously.
"That was a right pretty speech ferret but how?" I raised an eyebrow along with my voice though not in my best position to do so challenging him. What could I say he may be nice now but old habits die hard?
"I can apparate, I have been doing it since third year now, just trust me okay? I can transport us out of here," He informed me.
"Then why not now?" I persisted.
"Because they," he nodded upwards, "know I'm down here, if they knew it was me death would be a welcoming thought. Besides I have information, a list if you will I want to give to you. They will believe you as you have been down here. You have seen them. I need you to take it to someone of authority, fuck it anyone and tell them to spread word of it."
"What is this word?" I was now curious, he was going to betray his family for the greater good if he wasn't such a creep I would have thought it cute.
"Death eaters," he whispered close to my ear then pulling away to put a finger to his lips indicating this was our little secret.
'Ok," I whisper back.
"Hush precocious little mudblood, the Christmas holidays are almost over, when school restarts I will come for you, you're time will come soon," I simply nodded my head I was weak and I needed a friend he brushed my cheek with his hands soft yet coarse and manly almost if they had looked like they had lifted a finger to work in their life. He stroked my cheek once more and then he left but he had left me a present, underneath my mattress was my wand.
This is the first chapter of a new story and I am really enjoying writing it please tell me what you think and if I should continue.