Prologue:
Hermione's POV:
"You filthy mudblood" Bellatrix snarled at me. She was holding me down and had a knife drawn in her one hand. "You're going to know that you're a mudblood for the rest of your pathetic life!" she continued.
"Pl-ple-please" I whimpered, even though I knew it was no good.
But as I knew, my pleas were no good. I looked around the room, and my eyes landing on Malfoy. I knew he wouldn't do anything, but I was desperate. Through my watery gaze I looked into his steel grey eyes and looked at him pleadingly, but as I guessed, he did nothing. Just looked away, though I had been sure I had seen something flicker in those eyes.
"ahahahaha! You think someone's going to help you!? Well, you're wrong! Potty and Weasel are down in the dungeons so there's no one to help you!" And with that she drew into my arm with her knife. As the pain in my arm increased, so did my screams. Pain. Pain. I eventually stopped screaming, but I slowly opened my eyes which were brimmed with tears once I felt the weight come off me, only to find Bellatrix's wand trained on me. I took a deep breath, knowing what was coming, and braced myself. Though I knew that nothing could prepare for the pain that was soon to come.
"CRUCIO!" She screamed! "haha take that you filthy little mudblood!" Only just hearing that part over the sound of my screams that I was surprised I managed to produce. All I felt was pain, the burning all through my body refused to stop and I could feel the blood soaking my arm as my body was tortured.
"Please…..please" I whispered. Though I knew nobody could hear, or cared.
*But little did she know, how wrong she really was. Someone had heard. And someone did care.
"Hermione?..Hermione!...HERMIONE!" I heard someone shout.
"Wha-what?" I said sitting up quickly, only to realise that I was sweating, and shivering, and I must have been screaming in my sleep as my throat was sore.
"Are you okay?" I heard Ron ask.
"What?, oh, yeah I'm fine" I said, though I could tell he wasn't convinced.
"Was it another nightmare?" he asked. I knew there was no point in lying so I just nodded my head. "You know you should really tell someone about these, they're starting to worry me."
"I have told someone, you" I said
"You know what I mean"
"Well, if I keep getting them, I promise I'll tell someone. Happy? " I said.
"Yes" he said, smirking with satisfaction. "Now try and get back to sleep." It was all I could do to lay back down and close my eyes, before sleep came and took me.