Meant to update this a few days ago, but I got a bit stuck on part of it. Should be good to go. At this point I imagine 3 or 4 more chapters maybe, we'll see though. Anyway, back to Hermione!
Hermione was in a strange jungle.
Trees the size of skyscrapers towered over everything. The ground was covered in strange flora, there were ropey vines and odd-looking ferns with razor sharp leaves and strange vibrant flowering plants she had never seen before. A soft sponge-like material covered the ground, leaving indentations wherever she stepped.
Mysterious fauna moved through her peripheral vision. Every time she turned to look, the creatures had vanished into the shadows and leaves.
Everything was silence; there wasn't even a breeze.
Hermione was naked, but she didn't care, the air was hot, and moist. It pressed down on her as if trying to suffocate her. She stumbled through the undergrowth.
Searching.
For what? She didn't know.
As she climbed over a fallen log, she slipped, and a cascade of bark came loose. Thousands of insects came pouring out of the gash she had created, and she stumbled back as quickly as possible.
They were hideous.
Foul orange and black, they moved like giant earwigs, wiggling. Large menacing pincers seemed to be dripping venom. They surged toward her, beady red eyes almost glowing. A screechy-clicking noise filled the air, and she scrambled to her feet, utterly terrified. These things were ten times worse than Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts had been.
She ran.
Dodging ferns and rocks and trees as quickly as she could, her head felt like it would split open.
She ran through an icy stream, and turned to see if that had stopped the bugs. It had. For now.
They were climbing on top of each other, piling higher and higher, and she realized with horror that they were building a bridge out of themselves. She turned again, and resumed her frantic escape. She kept looking over her shoulder, to see if the creatures were catching up. Which was why she didn't see the vine she tripped over.
She fell forward, but instead of being stopped by the squishy ground, she kept falling forward, down a chasm.
The vine that had tripped her up seemed to be her savior. It had looped around her ankle and caught her, just below the holes surface.
Dangling by an ankle in a hole in the ground while a horde of angry insects is chasing you is not the ideal situation, she mused. She had suddenly regained her wits, and was coolly assessing her situation and options.
Everything below her was darkness; she didn't know what horrors could be lurking in the pit. She did know what horrors were lurking above her, and would have to hurry if she intended to escape.
She let out a heavy breath, as she struggled to pull her self up to grab the vine that was holding her, without loosing it's hold on her foot. It was difficult. When she finally managed to grasp it, she nearly let go in shock.
She was standing above her, nude as the day She was born, a small white bunny clasped in Her arms.
"Need a hand there Muddy?" There was a horrible glint in Her eye.
"N-no, it's fine, I'm al-almost…up." Hermione managed.
She grinned, "Oh no, I insist." And with that, the rabbit was flung into the pit. Hermione realized belatedly, that She was holding her knife as well, and before she could think of what to say, the vine had been violently slashed. "Follow the white rabbit, as they say!"
She was falling. Down, down, down into the abyss. The air was cool, dryer down here, so for that she was thankful. For all she knew it went on forever. She did her best to twist in the air, to see below her; after all, the world above was quickly shrinking to nothing.
Her hand caught something in the darkness, and she realized the pit was lined with some kind of tar-like substance, it stuck to her hands, and however hard she tried to peal it off, it simply clung more.
There was a small white speck below her, she initially thought was the rabbit, but as she continued to fall, she realized it was getting larger and brighter.
She realized it was an opening to the tunnel just before she tumbled through it.
She was still falling, but slower. The black tar seemed to sizzle as it vanished in the light. It didn't hurt.
As she looked around the white, fluffy space, she recognized it. It simultaneously sent a wave of comfort and fear through her.
This was the part of her mind she had been trapped in for, going off what the orderlies had said when she'd finally woken up, nearly four years.
It was too late to escape; the hole she had fallen through was merely a rapidly shrinking speck. She would have to hope another four years of her life wouldn't pass before she regained consciousness again.
Then again, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. This wasn't like the nightmares she spent countless hours enduring.
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Now she remembered, after a while, boring as fuck.
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"Oh, is the ickle Muddy bored?"
The question cut through the eerie silence.
"Thanks a lot, for pushing me down here." Hermione did her best to twist around and see the source, the first time she'd been stuck in this place she'd been completely alone.
"You're welcome, I suppose Muddy. Thanks for showing me the entrance this time." She flashed a devilish grin.
She was stunning, as always, though Hermione's breath still hitched at the sight. This was not the post-Azkaban, sunken-faced woman Hermione had seen in life. Oh no, as always, since Her death, Hermione was seeing a gorgeous, young, frankly smokin' hot woman, and she didn't mind at all. Of course, the fact that She was as naked as Hermione didn't hurt either. Thinking back on those times they did come across each other, it was hard to remember exactly how She had looked; Hermione could only really remember this version of Her.
"Last time you were trapped here, you hadn't completely let me in yet, so I couldn't find my way in." She purred.
Hermione shuddered, and it wasn't from the haunting words or a chill, the air was actually quite pleasant.
"Aroused are we? My, my." She giggled, and twisted into a seductive pose. "I'm not really surprised, I have a way of getting under people's skin."
Hermione swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, and she didn't know how to respond.
She was moving closer, but still out of reach, and Hermione couldn't help her eyes trailing over the swells of her breasts, her hardening nipples.
"Seeing you this lustful is turning me on too." She sounded surprised, "Who would've thought a filthy little mudblood would have gotten under my skin too."
She ran her long nails lightly up Hermione's back, sending shivers reverberating through her, "Hm…something soft today, I think." And with that, She leaned forward and their lips met.
Hermione felt her body react instantly, melting into Her.
Soft hands roamed across smooth curved skin, soft moans echoed around them. This was even better than the rough encounters that happened much more frequently. It was rare to see this, soft, vulnerable side of Her.
"You know," She said after a while, breaking the contact of their lips, "You are the only one, who ever survived my blade." Her fingers trailed over the white scars, "I never intended you to live." She slipped her long fingers into Hermione's wet folds. "I'm so glad you did…"
Hermione couldn't find words, and a low, guttural groan escaped, as She began to slowly finger-fuck her.
Hermione's head felt scrambled, this felt so good. She couldn't think; she didn't need to, this was wonderful. She touched Her in return; wanting to make sure the soft pleasure was mutual. The pleasure built up slowly; there was no need to rush here, where time was a foreign concept. It could have been moments, or hours, or years, whatever. They brought each other to the edge of pleasure, and together, they toppled over it with howls that combined, and cut through the air like a song.
They lay, entwined for a long time, breathing heavily. Hermione's eyes closed and she began to drift off, before she could find rest though, She spoke.
"Now that your lust is sated, you can begin your plan of escape."
"I'm not so sure I want to leave anymore. It's not so boring with you here. And…and I'm probably better off staying here. I'm not sane anymore…" Hermione finally said.
"You're no crazier than I am."
Hermione couldn't help it, she snorted.
"Is that funny?" This was the sharp, dangerous voice, and Hermione made a mental note to be careful here.
"Honestly, yes. But not just for the reason you probably think."
"Do enlighten me then."
"Well, I think it's funny, because it's absolutely the truth." Hermione giggled a little, "We are exactly the same amount of crazy, because you are just part of my subconscious."
"Oh, am I?" She sounded amused now. "You may be right." There was a long pause, "What if I told you something you couldn't possibly know? Ask me something you know you don't know."
Hermione mulled the question over for a while, before asking, "Did you love Him?"
She stiffened slightly, Her voice sharp, "Who, Rod?"
"No, that was clearly a case of convenience, you know what I'm asking you, who I'm referring to…"
Her eyes slipped off into the distance,and finally she whispered, "I did, a long time ago. I… I would have done anything for Him." Her words tumbled out, now a torrent She could not seem to stifle, as emotion overcame Her, "I DID do anything for Him. I just wanted Him to love me back. He was supposed to rule the world, with me at His side forever. He just needed to see that He loved me! I just needed Him to realize it!" Tears were streaming down Her cheeks now, "And then He went and got fucking defeated by a fucking baby, and I went to Azkaban for Him! 14 fucking years! And when He came back, I realized He didn't love me at all…my entire life was a sham…" She broke down in sobs then, and Hermione held her, utterly bewildered.
"I'm glad He's dead."
"It's too bad you're dead too." Hermione whispered.
"Still think I'm part of your subconscious then?"
"I don't think you can prove me wrong," Hermione replied slowly, "As my subconscious could be making these things up. We are at an impasse."
"I see; you really are purely logical. Hm…There really is nothing I could say for you to know if I'm your subconscious or not."
"Nothing I can think of."
"Then you have to break out of here."
"Wha-?"
"That's how we'll settle this impasse."
"How's that?"
"Well, I suppose you have to do something that isn't logical first."
"Would you stop being so cryptic and just tell me?"
"Hey, I'm supposedly you're subconscious that's being cryptic here." She grinned before continuing. "Okay, I'm going to tell you something, and you have to believe it is the truth, without proof."
"Oh?" Hermione was curious.
"I'm not dead."
There was utter silence.
