A/N So, i have found a Beta and we are going back through the chapter's and fixinng things. I'm also on to the next chapter so that should be up fairly soon.
Please…stop!" Hermione whimpered as Fenrir Greyback pushed himself in and out of her.
His hot breath was on her neck, and he was grunting loudly as he thrust into her, each time deeper and more painful.
He wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't he stop?
Hermione regretfully opened her eyes to see his greasy, matted hair on her face. She moved her head to try to focus on something else, but her eye landed on the freshly carved letters spelling out "MUDBLOOD" on her arm. She let out an anguished cry as she watched blood drip from each letter.
Faintly she could hear Bellatrix's howling laugh reverberating off the high ceilings and perfectly polished marble floors. She could also hear the mixed grunts of disgust and pleasure from the other people watching the "show".
Her head ached from Bellatrix's constantly slamming of it into the floor during her earlier interrogation and the feeling of this disgusting man on top of her didn't help the self-loathing and the dull ache that surrounded her. Her hair was matted down with sweat from her futile escape attempts, which quickly failed when they hit her with a full body bind. It had finally worn off, but she hadn't the energy to even lift her head off the ground, let alone push a fully grown werewolf off her body. Her clothes were torn and her torso was scratched because of Fenrir's sharp claws.
She kept wondering when someone would come to find her. She was at her parents' house when they took her last night, and she'd hoped by now that someone-anyone-would come to her rescue. She came almost willingly, just so they wouldn't kill her parents. She knew when she left that she most likely wouldn't be coming back, but she had hope that she couldn't shake off, or maybe it was just her mind finally falling to pieces from the multiple times they Crucio-ed her.
Greyback gave a final grunt and rolled off of her. She didn't even move-she was so utterly exhausted. She watched as Greyback pulled up his pants and stood up, looking smug. Just knowing that she'd played a part in putting that disgustingly smug look on his face made her start crying in earnest again.
"Aww. The muddy baby needs to cry again? How pathetic" Bellatrix spat, "Get up, Mudblood." she demanded, but Hermione was too weak. She gave a surprised squeal as Bellatrix yanked her to her feet by her hair.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it, you little slag. Now that the wolf has finished with you, tell me where they are keeping Potter!"
Bellatrix's breathe enflamed Hermione's nose and made her feel like she was going to vomit. She could feel the painful wetness between her legs, making it hard to concentrate, and was hit the Cruciatus due to Bella's impatience.
Hermione fell to the ground with an ear curdling scream as pain spread throughout her whole body, leaving her breathless. She flailed her body, trying to rid herself of the pain. She begged God for death-anything to stop this horrible feeling. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire and her muscles cramped beneath her skin. Tears streamed down her face and mixed with the blood coming out of the wound on her brow bone as she pleaded for mercy.
She was in so much pain she didn't even notice when Bella lifted the curse. She got on her knees and cupped Hermione's face, turning it towards her roughly.
Her untamed curls hung in front of her face, making her cheeks look hollow and cold, black eyes looked into Hermione's with pure hatred.
"I asked you where the boy was. Why are you so suddenly so shy? You put up such a fight before. Pity, pity, pity. You're losing your nerve, Muddy Blood." Bellatrix said in her high pitched, teasing voice.
"I-I told you. They haven't t-told me w-where he is." Hermione said. Desperately trying to sound strong, but failing with how weak she'd become-her voice still hoarse from the screaming that she couldn't keep from escaping her.
She was so strong and determined not to look weak in front of them in the beginning, but, with her current state, she was unable to stand on her own two feet.
"I know you know where he is! TELL ME!" Bellatrix wailed. Hermione noticed the desperation in her plead, and smirked at Bella's loss of edge.
She smiled weakly from her slightly mad with everything going on around her she felt good knowing that the evil woman before her couldn't get what she wanted. Hermione honestly had no clue where Harry was, and even if she did, she would never tell them-not without them pouring Veritaserum down her throat.
"Fine, Mudblood. Looks like you'll just have to join us for another night." Bellatrix said, much too pleased to put her in more discomfort.
The smile that previously conquered her face vanished- she was praying for an end to her misery. Greyback roughly lifted Hermione by her arm and half dragged her down to the dungeons. Before he left her on the ground in the moist, cold room he whispered hotly in her ear
"I'm so glad we finally had our time together tonight, girly. It was my pleasure." She shook with disgust as he walked back upstairs.
She was so sore and her skin was vibrating with feelings of disgust. Her clothing had been torn to shreds, and she now lay cold, in only her underclothes. She could still feel his hands on her skin-her breasts ached from his harsh gropes and, her lip was dripping with blood from his bites. She thought she would never be able to sleep again, but, out of pure exhaustion and hopelessness, she fell into a fitful sleep of greasy hair, heavy lidded eyes and marble floors.
Hermione woke suddenly to the sound of screams and explosions. She sat up and immediately regretted it. Her entire body protested against the movements, and it felt like almost every bone was shattered. She collapsed with a grunt, only to be greeted by the sharp pain from a broken rib on her left side. She didn't feel tired, but her eyes closed again in attempt to escape the pain. Dizziness overtook her and the sounds of the chaos about melted together into one sickening tune. She hoped that if she laid here long enough, she would wake in her fluffy bed to the smell of her mum's freshly made breakfast.
Suddenly,she saw light come through her eyelids and someone shout "FLIPENDO". She opened her eyes slightly to see a whirl of black tumble down the stairs and lay still on the landing. She then heard heavy footsteps coming towards her and a man cursing at the lock on the door.
"Confrigrio!" the figure shouted as pieces of wood flew everywhere, hitting Hermione and leaving more scratches behind.
She opened her eyes to see a silhouette of a tall, sculpted man. She cringed away from him, knowing he was yet another person who planned to harm her. But then he cautiously bent down and whispered soothingly in her ear "Shhh, Hermione, it's okay. You're okay. I'm here to help you. You're safe."
She then noticed the flash of red hair and long nose on the face of her "attacker". Confused, she let out a barely audible,
"Ron?" and her eyes drifted back closed, trying to remind herself not to hope.
She felt strong arms lift her up and hold her like a small child. She leaned against his broad chest and felt his throat vibrate as he spoke "No, Hermione. It's Bill. We're okay- You're okay now."
Hermione didn't quite understand why, but she was incredibly glad that Ron wasn't there to see her in such a state. She felt herself being carried away and flooded with thoughts of Bellatrix and Greyback. She leaned closer to Bill, terrified. She suddenly saw a tinge of bright light behind her eyes and squinted to see bright white walls and bustling mediwitches. She closed her eyes again and felt herself leave Bill's strong, comforting arms as he laid her on a loft surface and covered her in a blanket. She looked around to see people in robes with wands waving all around her as they murmured spells and stared at her worriedly. Out of exhaustion, she drifted back to sleep.
Bill watched as they pushed a frail, beaten, and abused Hermione away. He could tell that she could barely keep her eyes open, probably from the hours of torture she was put through. Bill pulled a hand through his hair roughly, thinking of the state he found Hermione in at Malfoy Manor- her cringing fear shocked him, and he wasn't sure how to handle such a weak woman who was usually the strongest of them all.
They knew she was there by the description her parents gave that obviously matched up with Lucius Malfoy, who they saw before he apparated away. As soon as they broke through the wards, Bill and the other members of the Order ambushed the house. Bill's job was to get Hermione while everyone else dealt with the Death Eaters. He dashed toward the basement where he knew the dungeons had to be and was met with a sight of a very beaten girl. They'd only had her a few days, but she looked so much smaller. She had cuts all over her face and arms with the word "MUDBLOOD" brutally cut into her arm. He knew she would be scarred with that forever- physically and emotionally. She only had on a tattered shirt and her knickers… the bruises on her inner thigh didn't go unnoticed.
He felt a pang of pity thinking of when Hermione asked if he was Ron. Ron wasn't going to handle it well at all. The Order had to work quickly to insure that it never made it back to the rest of the Weasley family- besides Arthur, of course.
He was terrified to see how Ron would react. It'd been obvious for a few years how he felt about her. Sneaking glances, purposely poking fun at her, causing rows, and always asking for help on homework just to spend time with her. If he saw Hermione in the state she was in, Ron would be hysterical. He decided to wait until they'd healed her to a state of presentable-ness before bringing Ron in.
A man with grey hair, wrinkles from age and stress, and crisp white healer robes approached Bill with a grim face and in a deep, disconnected voice said "Hello , I'm Healer McNeilly. I have a few questions about the state of Ms. Granger, if you don't mind."
Bill responded without hesitation "Yes, of course. Uhm, well, we brought her back from a group of Death Eaters. They had her for about three days and, uhm, well… they definitely did a number on her." Bill paused and added to that "Healer McNeilly can I ask you… has she.. you know… was she touched… are there any signs of ,well, rape?" Bill stammered.
Healer McNeilly gave Bill a grim face and said "Unfortunately, yes it seems that it occurred multiple times, actually. However, she probably won't feel comfortable with people knowing, but seeing as you brought her here- I feel that it's only right to tell you. I also know she is close with your family: Please refrain from informing them of her personal information. She has been through a very damaging ordeal and will probably be very on edge and distraught for quite a while after she wakes up. We gave her a sleeping potion although her pain was causing her brain to force her into sleep anyway. She'll probably wake in a few days."
Bill sighed and said "Yes, of course. I understand. We'll be back in a few days to see her." The Healer nodded and walked off toward Hermione's room.
Bill gulped, trying to calm himself- He felt like vomiting. Hermione was like a sister to him and imagining that happening to her was horrible. With these thoughts, Ginny came to mind, and he felt bile rise in his throat once again. He made to a trash can and heaved in disgust. When he was finished, he apparated back to Headquarters, following the plan he was given strictly.
His final thought before leaving the hospital was simple:
This is bad. This is really, really bad.