A/N: Howdy folks! I hope y'all like it so far. I know these are somewhat short chapters and maybe be a bit blah, but I promise it's gonna get as juicy as a GUSHER! Great now I'm hungry. Don't be afraid to let me know what you think so far! Thanks, and HAVE FUN!
Hermione soon woke being blinded by a bright light shining in her eyes. She moaned closing her eyes trying to somehow avoid the terrible light. Turning her head she heard faded voices from afar. She tried opening her eyes again, but everything was blurry as she noticed the light was soon gone. Her eyes tried to adjust to what is going on and where she even was.
Soon enough, she noticed high ceilings above her that looked very familiar. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to realize she was in the infirmary at Hogwarts. She tried to sit up, but was halted by a firm hand holding her chest down. Turning her head slightly, she notice the blurry nurse Madame Promfrey. She was always nice to Hermione. She recalled helping her out for a few weeks with some patients learning how to do healing potions.
Promfrey smiled at the girl the same smile she always gave the girl. She had the smile that seemed to also help the healing process. It made Hermione feel warm and safe inside. "Hermione, can you hear me?" Promfrey whispered as lights around her dimmed hopefully making it easier for her eyes to adjust.
"Yes Promfrey." Moaned Hermione trying to move again, but the hand stayed making Hermione feel weak.
She felt the hand move from her chest up to her face stroking her cheek. "that a girl. So you know where you are at yes?" Promfrey's voice filled with hope.
Slowly nodding as her sight became clearer. "Hogwarts infirmary." She realized her voice was a bit hoarse. She wondered, what happened? How did she end up here? "Madame, what happened?" she turned to the nurse who was leaned over the small table next to her bed fixing up some potions.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing dearie." Her voice was so sweet and soothing. She truly understood why Madame was the nurse. Hermione sighed dropping the thought trying to bring back the last thing she remembered.
"Harry and Ron forced me out of Hogwarts. I was very upset when we ended up to the Womping Willow, but suddenly, we found a part key and they took me to a muggle nightclub." Her frown turned to a smile. "the boys wanted me to have fun, and let loose for all the things I have done for them and what I was going through."
"and after that?"
Hermione paused feeling her head start to hurt. "I caved in an started dancing. Then everything went blank. The next thing I remember, is waking up here." Madame finished whatever potion and brought it up to her lips.
"well, you do have a concussion, some lacerations, bruises, and a broken leg. You might have black out from the pain you endured, and the concussion has messed with your hippocampus. Something must of his your head very hard to cause a slight memory loss and some disorientation. Don't worry, over time it will heal and you will get your memory back soon." Hermione sighed from the terrible taste of the potion, and frustrated that yet again, she had no idea what was going on. She felt weak and hopeless not knowing what happened to her just last night.
"how did I get here?" she asked feeling the warm tasteless potion spread through her body.
"The boys came to headmaster around 3am. But then after there were newspapers and owls spreading around looking for you, right as sun rose. Fang led Hagrid to your unconscious body at the edge of the forbidden forest. And brought you here immediately, it's almost dark out now."
Hermione was even more frustrated by how she ended up here. What on earth is going on? She wanted to get up and destroy the entire room. She moved her hand to her hip but felt an absence. "my wand." She murmured as Madame came up to her.
"what is wrong my dear?" Promfrey looked into the girls eyes.
"My wand, was it on me when you found me?"
Promfrey gave her a sadden look. "no my dear. We are unsure whether it was taken, or you dropped it. But headmaster is contacting Ollivander to find a way to locate the wand. To find out if it is being used or just missing somewhere. In due time, answers will come." Promfrey smiled stroking the girl's cheek yet again.
Hermione started silently crying. "how can you handle having all these questions, with no answers and just left with more questions? how do you bare it?" Hermione pleaded feeling herself go insane. She hated this feeling to her core. If she had questions, she always managed to find out the answer. Whether it resided in a book, information within a person or creature, or from history, not having answers now killed her.
"Don't worry dear. We may not get our answers right away or at the time we would expect it to. But all questions will be answered sooner or later. Answers sometime like to hide from us and hide in places never thought would be possible." She smiled gathering her potions and bottles ready to leave. "you will be able to leave hopefully sometime tomorrow. But your leg will take some time to heal, even with potions from me and Severus. So you must take it very easily." She patted Hermione's head. "get some rest." Then she casually walked out of the room leaving Hermione in the dark silent room all to herself.
Literally there were no other patients in the beds around her. All were empty. She was completely alone. Slowly sucking in a deep breath, she forced her arms to get strength she obviously didn't have, and tried to prop herself up into a somewhat casual sitting position. After the 3rd try, she was able to lean against the bed frame very much so in pain. She regretted going through all that not getting anymore comfortable than she was before.
She sighed looking around at the big quiet room. Sighing again, she looked down at her battered body. Her leg was wrapped in special clothe that helped heal bruises and cuts. Hermione took another deep breath needing to know how this happened to her, how she ended up in such a state.
She moved her arms placing ontop of her stomach readying herself. She closed her eyes, then jumped into her mind. She needed to go back to last night and figure out, just what did happen to her? Digging through her mind getting it all in order, she did this very often. She would sort through her thoughts and memories to entertain herself. And also to organize her memories in case she did need to remember herself, it was all organized and easily accessible.
But this one time, it was very difficult. She managed to get everything she told Madame Pomfrey, but her memory became blank as she was dancing with a group of people along with two men infront and behind her. She tried again several more times, but each and every time, blank. She hit her hands against the matress groaning from the new headache and ache against her wrists. She looked down to see terrible bruises wrapped around her wrists. They looked very odd shaped. Then it came to. She moved her hand grabbing around her wrist seeing that the angle and size a little bit longer than her fingers. Someone had grabbed her last night, meaning someone was forcing her to do something if they had to grab her wrists in such a terrible way.
Then, a flash. It was a big hand wrapped around her wrists, then it was her screams. They were her screams. Then it slowly started to come. She suddenly saw how she was dancing with two guys, then she felt it. Felt their bulges in their pants. then she was suddenly in the stall. A hand around her mouth, and arm around her torso, with another standing before her with his dick out. The guy lowered his dick as she closed her eyes hearing a loud banging noise being popped out of the memory.
Panting hard eyes wide open trying to grasp on what she just saw. Hermione just saw two guys taking advantage of her. Then she started to choke. Did they really go through with it? Making extra sure no one was looking, she brought her hand down to her core. She felt around. No pain, tight as normal, and when she brought her hand back up, no blood. They didn't take her virginity. But then what on earth happened?
She saw how she didn't have a broken leg, bad cuts, and not that many bruises. So something must have happened when there was a huge bang before the man took her innocence. But how was she going to figure it out? It was hard enough to discover what happened earlier. Then it hit her. It was just like Madame said. Our answers we seek are hiding, hiding in the places we would never thought to look.
So maybe if she didn't try so hard, her answers would just come to her when the time is right. Hermione just hoped that it would be sooner than later. She was already tired for waiting so long without her answers.