Answer to the question asked by DracoLover : Butterflies have the life span of only 2 days, once they have grown their wings and fly away, they never return home. Where they were born, hence it signifies the end of Hermione's freedom, the fact that she will never go home again.

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When the Butterflies Fly Home

"What are you doing here?" Draconis growled lowly, his hand tightening painfully around Hermione's wrist, till she could hear the delicate, fine bones begin to grind together.

"Let go of me… master." She said in a quivering voice, quivering with rage… "I may be a slave but I will not be manhandled, not by you … not by anyone!"

"I asked you something you insolent little whore… what are you doing here?" he said his voice dropping to a lethal cold snarl, that made the hair at the back of her neck stand in fear.

"I was just curious, I wanted to see the books." She said softly, not wanting to antagonize him and get a repeat of the morning. She was still facing away from him; she didn't want to see the look on his face…

Draconis's calloused, large hand moved up to his slaves slim upper arm, which he took hold off forcefully and turned her around to face him.

His face was a mask of loathing and the same expression was reflected back in her defiant eyes. "You dare." He snarled, "You dare, talk back to me!" he said his hand gripping her arm with increasing force, making her want to cry out in pain. Bust she held it in, no she would not give him the satisfaction of her tears.

And without warning he threw her down on the ground, using his superior height and strength to push her down into a submissive position forcefully. An unconscious scream ripped forth from Hermione's lips… loud and chilling.

"Shut up you bitch!" he yelled at her, his hands now coming around her throat, his eyes feral. Hermione could see he was clearly not in his senses, he was drunk and his anger and his rage had taken over his mind. "Just shut up, before I kill you…" he said savagely grinding his hands into her throat.

Hermione struggled hopelessly, clawing at his hands in the vain hope that he would let her go. And as his hands let up a bit she screamed, pounding on his chest…

"Let me go you brute!" she shrieked, "I hate you, let me go! You're going to kill me… LET ME GO!" Draconis's hold didn't yield, summoning all her might she kicked out catching him off guard, hitting him on his sternum, making him reel over in pain….

As he let go of her she took off towards the door only to find it locked, she searched frantically for a key, hoping to find one before he got up of the floor.

She had no such luck… a few minutes later Draconis advanced towards her, his cold laughter echoing of the walls of the room. "You really didn't think I'd lock the room, if I caught a little snooping whore?" he said sarcastically. Advancing towards her with intent glinting in her cold eyes.

"You're exactly like her… I caught her doing the same thing the first night she was here. Only then I was naïve and believed her. Now I know how to recognize your kind from miles away."

Hermione now understood what was happening; he was drunk and had mistaken her for someone else. So making her voice gentle, she moved closer to another door that she was sure led out of the room. "Master, you're not yourself tonight. Rest, I think you might remember who I am in the morning…" she said resting her hand on the door handle.

He laughed again coldly, "That leads to the bath house, nowhere to escape Irene… not this time." he said in a taunting voice.

He thought she was his stepmother! Hermione almost laughed at the silliness of the notion, there was nothing remotely the similar between her and the blond goddess that was his stepmother and suddenly something he said before hit Hermione like a ton of bricks…

"You were my whore before you became my father's wife."

"Don't you have another rich man to trap?"

"I was naive before, but now I can see your kind from miles away."

Clearly there were some unresolved issues there and now that he was drunk, Draconis wasn't thinking straight.

Hermione needed to make her escape fast, he was getting closer so she did the only thing she could think of, she picked up an ornate vase from the table behind her and inched back.

"I'll hit you if you come any closer!" she squeaked, her high-pitched voice betraying her fear.

Draconis continued to move towards her and the candle light suddenly glinted of a small, mean looking dagger in his right hand, his wild eyes completely uninhabited.

That's when she caught sight of it, a tiny key glinting on the sheets of his unmade bed, chucking the vase at his head she dashed towards it before he had time to recover and pushed it into the key hole.

As soon as the lock clicked, Hermione felt relief flooding her system and she rushed out of his room, not even stopping for a second to see how he was faring.

As soon as she was out she locked the door from outside, oblivious to his enraged yells.

Looking around her she realized she was all alone in the vast house, so walking to the closest hall cupboard she snagged a centurion uniform, praying she didn't run into one of them men patrolling the castle. Pushing her curly locks into a helmet and covered herself with a cloak, she sneaked out of the house, shocked at how easy it was to escape from the castle.

Looking around her to see if anyone caught her, she ran out into the night….

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