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Hermione screamed as her back arched, her body shaking from the Cruciatus Curse Rabastian was throwing her way. His features were twisted into a mask of rage.

"My brother was the best damned Death Eater the world would ever know, you disgusting filth." He hissed, relinquishing the Curse only to knock a blow across her cheek. Hermione went rolling along the ground, her battered body protesting movement. "He should have had an honorable death, you dirty wretch."

Hermione whimpered as a laceration opened along her chest. "Instead, he was buried beneath Azkaban. A watery grave."

The Cruciatus Curse returned. Hermione shrieked in agony as her limbs twisted and curled, the pain ricocheting through her body. It was unbearable; Rabastian's wrath made the Curse that much stronger. Hermione tried to think of something, anything, that would take her mind off this excruciating agony and her mind automatically went to Ginny.

Ginny.

Her fiery red hair glowing in the winter sun, her mischievous smile whenever she had a trick up her sleeve, her laugh when Fred and George pulled a joke on someone, the way it felt to hold her hand... Slowly, Hermione's screams dwindled as she forgot about the pain and immersed herself in memories of her girlfriend, a place no one could hurt her.

Rabastian watched as the Mudblood's eyes went blank as she stared at nothing and ceased her screaming. What the bloody hell is going on? He wondered, his eyes narrowing. Is my curse not powerful enough? No, that can't be it! I learned from Bellatrix, after all. Then why isn't she screaming?

Waving his wand once more, Rabastian shouted, "Crucio!"

Hermione felt the stab of pain come at her, but she concentrated on Ginny, her silky hair and soft brown eyes.

A squeak? That was it? What the hell was going on! She should have been screaming her throat raw, begging him to stop the agony, pleading for unconsciousness! Rabastian roared in fury and sheathed his wand up his sleeve, striding to the Mudblood and kicking her in her side. The filth gave a shriek, but it quieted almost instantly.

Rabastian, not one for keeping his temper in check, growled in frustration and bound the wretch to the wall. Transfiguring a stone in the wall into a knife, he began slicing into her with shallow uneven cuts.

Hermione grit her teeth against the knife's blade. MERLIN! It hurts!

Think of Ginny! Think of Ginny!

What can I think of?

Think of... of... think of her lips! The way she said your name! Anything!

Damn! It HURTS!

Unknowingly, Hermione began to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks as the Death Eater cut into her again and again.

"Finally, a reaction worth going through this for. For filth, you sure are a stubborn bitch."

"Hey Rab!" a voice called from the stairway. "Time's up!"

"Damn!" Rabastian cursed, releasing Hermione. The downed witch, slumped to the stone in relief. The Dark Wizard pulled her up by her hair and hissed, "Mark me, I will get my full revenge for what you did, you Mudblooded bitch."

With that, he slammed her into the stone ground and strode out, leaving Hermione with an hour's reprieve before the next torture session.

At least Ginny made it out safely. Hermione thought, her eyes sinking closed as she drifted into darkness.

"A lesbian? In my house? This is an outrage!"

Ginny stood before her mother as Mrs. Weasley paced the kitchen, her hands and hair waving about angrily. At the table, Fred, George and Bill gave their sister sympathetic looks as Ron constantly shot her smug glares and Harry stared at the wooden surface guiltily.

"How could this have happened? What did we do wrong?"

"Mum, you didn't do anything wrong-." Ginny tried, only to be cut off by her mother rounding on her.

"We must have! Otherwise you wouldn't be running around like some hoodlum, kissin' on girls!"

"Not girls, Mum! Just one! Hermione-!"

"Don't bring that girl up under my roof! It's her Muggle ways that turned you this way in the first place!"

"Her Muggle ways had no part in my choosing of who to date! If you didn't have so many boys before you had me, I wouldn't find the opposite gender so repulsive!"

"What do my sons have to do with this?" Mrs Weasley demanded, her face getting redder than before.

"Look at them! Ron's smelly and rude and arrogant and judgemental! Fred and George are loud and obnoxious when I'm trying to study. Percy's an arrogant prick in the side with his condescending tone and 'holier-than-thou' eyes! Charlie's dirty and scarred! Bill's the only decent one!"

There was an eruption of 'Hey!' from the table, but a glare from both Mrs Weasley and Ginny silenced any further protests.

Mrs Weasley turned back to her daughter. "I refuse to allow it! I will not have you running after skirts like your brothers! You are a girl! Girls like to date boys!"

"But none of the ones I've dated have been good enough, Mum! They were either loud or grabby or conceited! I didn't want someone like that! I wanted someone who would hold me when I cried or make me laugh when I was angry and take me to romantic places instead of to a dark passageway to snog.

"Hermione did all that and more! She tutored me! She helped me through my classes when I didn't understand something! She even made an effort to help me with Divination despite her hatred of the subject. But she helped me because she loved me!"

"She did no such thing!" Mrs Weasley roared.

"Yes she did!" Ginny shrieked. "She did love me! You're just too blinded by your homophobic, judgemental ways to see it!"

"You will not date girls any longer!"

"Well I'm not dating blokes and you can't make me!"

"Go to your room this instant!"

"Fine! It's not like you ever bother to listen to me anyway! There's another thing Hermione did! She listened to me!"

As Ginny stormed up the stairs to her room, Mrs Weasley turned to her youngest son. "I need you to keep an eye on her in school."

"But Mum-!"

"No buts, Ronald. You make sure she doesn't go kissin' on anymore girls, understood?"

"Yes, Mum." Ron groaned.

"Good, now go get that room straightened up!"

"I'll go help." Harry offered.

Mrs. Weasley immediately turned docile. "No, Harry dear, you stay down here. Fred and George will go help their brother clean his room."

The twins groaned, but disappeared up the stairs.

"I just feel really sorry." Harry sighed. "All this is my fault. Ginny getting into trouble, Hermione being taken by the Death Eaters-."

"Wait, she was taken by Death Eaters?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, shock and guilt coloring her face.

"Yeah..."

"And I said all those things about her... oh that poor girl! I do hope she's still alive."

"So do I." Harry murmured sadly.

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