AN: Thanks to all the reviewers for the quick response to my first chapter.
Of course it's a bad cliff hanger and I'm pretty well aware of that. It was just so tempting to let the first chapter end like that. Sorry, I know it's really stump writing technique and I would have cursed every author about it.
Here comes Chapter 2, I had it written down already. I hope I will get started on Chapter 3 soon, but I can't promise anything, there is a lot work coming up. And even though I enjoy writing this fan fiction very much, I am afraid it has to wait a bit.
Have fun with this.
Chapter 2: In and Out
Hermione gasped again. Not sure if she had understood what he just said. But to be honest there was no misreading his words.
"Rrrr..rape me." She looked down to the floor. All blood seemed to have left her face. Her heart was pounding wildly. She had a hard time breathing.
He looked up at her.
"At least we have to make it look like I did," he added.
She tried to calm herself down; this sounded convincing, didn't it He is not going to do it for real Hermione, just calm down now!
"You're not hyperventilating are you, " he asked with this odd tone of concernment he had used early when she was close to fainting.
She couldn't answer, still having trouble to suck in some air. He took her hand, the one that was not sour, and squeezed it softly.
"It is going to be alright", he assured her. "They are going to come for you. They will rescuer you. And until than I will try to protect you as good as I can."
"Who is going to come for me?", she whispered with a thin voice.
"Gee Granger, I thought you were a smart ass," he said with a little smile on his face. "The orden people, of course."
He was right. The members of the Orden of the Phoenix would come to rescue her. Dumbledore was probably on it right now. After the death eaters attack, they would have called for an emergency meeting, trying to make out the situation and making plans to help her.
Now she was able to breathe again; it still sounded strange when she sucked in the air, but she didn't feel the panic anymore that had arisen when she hadn't been able to breathe probably.
She looked again straight into his eyes and wondered: "Do we really have to do that? Isn't it enough if they think you tortured me?"
"What do you think they expect me to do right now?"
She shrugged not being convinced about all of this.
"Look, if I just had wanted to tortured you, there would have been no need to drag you into this room."
She nodded slowly.
"I could have done that right down there, with all them watching."
She nodded again. Finally the picture was filling in. Just some small details were missing.
"But why?", she asked.
"Why what," he asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Why are you helping me? Why do you even care?"
"Because..." He stared.
"Because..."
She look at him, directly into his eyes. She wouldn't let him get away without answering the question.
A few seconds passed, until he finished:
"Because, it is the right thing to do. And you don't deserve that. I have seen them torturing people, and believe me it's not nice. Once they gave some of the captives that had been of no use anymore to the wolves and they would rip this people apart, while they were still alive. And another time..."
"I think I got the idea", she stopped him, not able to get rid of this picture in her mind, of a young muggle who was ripped apart by Werewolves. She shivered.
"Still, that is very noble of you Draco, and brave. Trying to help me. Remember me to thank you when this is over."
He shook his head. Noble..she had no fucking idea what she was talking about. But he didn't find the need to fill her in on this one. At least she was finally breathing normally again and didn't look like she was going to faint soon.
There were footsteps coming down the hall, getting closer to the room by every passing second. Malfoy looked alarmed. He jumped up and pulled down the pans he was wearing under his dark cloak.
"Pull of your pans Granger. And be quick."
"What...?!"
"Now come on, we don't have time for this."
He had contiuted to undress himself, while speaking. By now he was only wearing black shorts and green socks.
She noticed that his body was well trained, she could make out small lines of a sixpack on his belly. And musels on his arms. While looking at him she started to slip out of her jeans. Her sour hand was given her a hard time. When he was done, he jump back onto the bed and helpt her.
"Turn around, " he ordered and she did. He was over her, pressing her down again. She didn' t like that at all. Hermione could feel the dizziness coming back. She probably had turned around to fast. She now felt sick as well and tried to controll her gag reflex.
The footsteps had stopped in front of the door. There was a knock and a familiar voice said: " It's me."
Draco sighted with relieve. Jumping up again.
"Come in." And the door opened. Hermione turned around to see who was entering the room, cursed herself the very next seconde for doing so. Now she really felt, that she had to throw up. She jumped out of the bed and ran to a nearby antic looking vase and emptied her stomach into it. When she was done she sank to the floor, leaning against the nearby wall. Both Malfoy and Snape, who had just entered the room, looked at her worried. Draco ran over to her sinking down next to her. Snape closed the door, and also walked towards her. He took his wand out of his cloak and let a glass of water appear in his free hand. He sank down as well, offering her the glass. Hermione took it eagerly and emptied it with a few sips. Her face was burning by now, especielly her ears. She had closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall. Malfoy laid his hand on her forehead and cheeks.
"She is burning hot", he noticed.
"It's just a mild concussion", Hermione declared, her mouth very felt dry
."I bummed my head on the wooden back of the bed."
"Actually I hit her ", Malfoy confessed and Snape noded. He put his hand back in his cloak, took out a small vile, that contained a purpleish liquid. Snape stared at it for a moment, shaked it and pressed it into Hermione's hand.
"Drink that, and the dizziness will go away", he said.
Hermione opened her eyes again, uncorked the vile and drank the whole liquid. She waited for the effect to kick in. Snape was scanning her head to toe. " She needs a few more bruises", he declared finally. He took his wand up and pointed at Hermione' s naked legs and arm. He mumbeled a few words and blue and purple bruises appeared on Hermione's white skin. It didn't heard at all, it just looked really bad. Snape reached into his cloak again and took out another vile which contained a dark red substance. "Dragon blood," was the only explanations he gave so far. He handed it to Hermione and explained to her: "Smeare a bit of this between your legs and in your underwear." With this he got up and let Hermione have some privacy. Malfoy followed his example. Hermione blushed anyway, when she opened the second vile and did as she had been told. Malfoy picked up his cloth and started to dressed himself. Hermione was wondering if she would be aloud to put on her jeans again. She looked at Malfoy and noded her head towards her pants. He followed her gaze, realized what she meant and shook his head.
Great, she thought. I'll be forced to go back downstairs with only my panties on..
" Let's get back downstairs", said Snape. "Now listen girl, this will be pretty ugly. Don't feel the need to be awfully brave. No place for heroism here. They will get the answers they want to hear anyway." While he was talking Hermione got up and walked up to him. She was trembling a little, but at least she didn't feel sick anymore. When Snape had finished his little speech Hermoine noded to show that she understood. Malfoy had joined them by now and took Hermiones arm. "Which one was the sour hand?", he asked her. She shook her right hand, which send a dull pain through her hand and up the entire arm. " Malfoy touched the hand softly with his wand and said: "Episkey." The pain instantly left her hand. And Hermione found herself escorted by Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape towards the longest questioning she ever had to endure.