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Chapter two: Field of Innocence
I still remember the
world Where has my heart gone I still remember the
sun Where
has my heart gone Where has my heart
gone Where has my heart gone I still remember.....
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were
clouded by what I now know
An
uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing
in everything and knowing nothing at all
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to
go back to
Believing in everything
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back
to
Believing in everything
Trapped
in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in
everything
It's amazing how when humans are brought into a life or death situation, we tend to change our views on life. We become more mature and realize that we need to keep a level head in order to get out of the situation. But no matter calm we can be in a situation like Hermione's sometimes we, as people, are not so lucky to escape. Hermione Granger, one of the smartest witches in the country, as well as one of the most level headed especially in a situation like hers, was trying to figure out how she was captured. She should have noticed it when Draco Malfoy was out of sight, that something was wrong. Hermione tried to stem the fresh flow of tears as she thought about the night she was taken.
Flashback
Hermione felt someone come up and grab her from behind. She was just about to scream before a cold hand clasped her mouth.
"Don't even think about it Mudblood." She recognized the voice as Draco Malfoy's
Hermione tried to kick him, but he held her in a leg-locker curse. She briefly saw Malfoy grab two other people before she felt the familiar tug at her navel. 'A portkey' she thought. Her brain tried to process ways of escape, but she couldn't think properly, as she landed unceremoniously in a cold, dark, damp room. When Malfoy released her, she fell due to the curse.
"Where the hell am I Malfoy?!"
"Well Mudblood, you are in a place very far away from your sweet home, miles underground. We are currently in the middle of Australia, but don't worry. There is an unplottable charm put up around this underground tunnel. If you behave, maybe you we can have a little fun later."
Hermione noticed that she had to be in some sort of dungeon, as she noticed Malfoy close and lock a door, and the fact that there were quite a few "instruments" on the walls, and a table about 7 feet long and 3 ½ feet wide along the left wall. She shuddered at Malfoy's threat to "have a little fun later." She wanted to go back to the battlefield, and see if Harry and the others were okay. Would they win? Was the battle over? Millions of questions were running through her head, each one becoming worse. Would everyone realize she was gone, or would they assume she was dead? Would they ever even find her if they knew that she might still be alive? What would Malfoy and those other people do to her?
Suddenly, Hermione froze. She was a virgin. Death Eaters raped their victims, and they loved it when their victim was a virgin. Hermione's body began to violently shake as she tried hard to keep from crying. 'Don't want to show weakness now.' She thought. That would be much worse. Knowing someone was a virgin and showed fear was a gift to Death Eaters, like how a child loves it when they get a lot of candy on Halloween.
Hermione forgot that she was not alone in the underground tunnel until all of her captors came in. The mystery people turned out to be Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy came forward, and muttered something in Pansy's ear, causing her to smirk, and head towards the table. Malfoy picked her up as she was still under her curse, and put her on the table. Ropes automatically snaked around her arms and legs, and she was propped up by Blaise so she could see Pansy, who was now on a bed that she must have transfigured.
"I decided that we could play the games mentioned earlier, so I am going to have Pansy help me demonstrate what we are going to do."
Pansy strutted over to the bed, and Draco muttered a charm to get rid of their clothing, including Hermione's, and Blaise's. Pansy laid down on the center of the bed, and spread her legs. Malfoy climbed on top of her, and entered her with one quick thrust. Pansy's face showed a mixture of lust and satisfaction. Appalled and extremely frightened, Hermione shut her eyes tight. Noticing this, Blaise mumbled a charm to keep her eyes open. Hermione could do nothing but to watch what was about to happen to her.
When Draco came, he pulled out of Pansy, and smirked at Hermione's direction. He barked orders for Pansy to turn over and move so she was bent over the side of the bed with her upper body on top of it, and Blaise came over to where Pansy lay, face down on the bed, and entered her from behind. Hermione's shock must have showed on her face, because Draco obviously noticed it.
"Don't worry, when it's your turn, you can have both of us at once. We don't like to keep people waiting."
End Flashback
Damnit Hermione, stop thinking about that! Every time she let her mind wander, her thoughts came to that night. She was still sore from their "games" as they called them, and she wondered why she was not already pregnant from the all the times they played with her, and the lack of charms they used. Four weeks of enduring this and she was starting to worry if she'd make it out alive before they tired of her. She didn't know how much longer she could last until her mind surrendered to the insanity.
Sometimes on nights when Blaise and Draco were done with their games and she was left to nurse fresh wounds from the various whips and knives on the walls, she thought about the people back at home. Hermione knew that Harry had won by the looks on her captors faces when she finally had t he audacity to tell them that Voldemort would not win the war. Their faces had showed the truth: Their leader had lost, and now they had to be more careful about appearing outside their little hideout. Aurors and wizards alike were on the lookout for her as Draco had the kindness to tell her during one of his demonstration games. In order to keep herself sane, she begged Blaise to let her read the Daily Prophet, and to her surprise, he agreed, much to his dismay. She read the article about how the aurors linked her to the disappearance of Blaise, Pansy and Draco, and that Severus Snape along with many other people were leading a search around the entire globe for her, never stopping, even venturing to the Arctic, and down to the bottom depths of the oceans.
"Severus." Hermione muttered softly, the name of her crush, the one that she had ever since the summer of her 6th year. Of course he didn't know it, but Hermione greatly admired the fact that he was giving up his life every day to bring back information to the Order to help bring down the Dark Lord. He deserved respect, but he never got it, because many people looked down on him. 'Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater.' He would always say. No matter how much he tried to gain the wizarding world's respect, he was always turned down. Yet he always returned with needed information, despite the dangers he was taking.
Over the summer, Hermione started to keep a diary confessing all of her secrets and fantasies with Severus. If he ever found her diary, she would die of humiliation. Severus Snape, Bastard Extraordinaire hated the ground she walked on, and clearly showed the fact that he despised her, without hesitation. If only he would give her a chance, she could show him that not all people are bad, and that he is respected in some people. If she got out alive, and Severus was there along with all of the other aurors and her friends, she swore that she would tell him right there how she felt about him, consequences be damned. Hermione's yawning and obvious exhaustion brought her back to the present, where she would rather not be. Trying to find a comfortable spot in which to lie down in, as Pansy got rid of the bed, she made up new fantasies of her and Severus on a beach, and her imagination took over from there.
Hermione dozed off into a fitful sleep, only to be comforted by the thought that what she was going to do if she did make it out in one piece.
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Next two chapters: We will see Severus's outer shell begin to thaw, and he will find something really valuable that will help with his thawing process. Chapters will also be getting longer as we get more into the story.
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