Hi! So here is chapter 10, as promised! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
He walked. And he just kept going. Going and going until finally he came to a stop by the edge of the house, the beach sand surrounding him. All of a sudden, he whipped around. Not expecting it, Hermione, who was already quite traumatized by the day's events, dropped to the ground and whimpered. His gaze immediately softening, he held his hand out to help her up.
She allowed him to coax her to her feet, though she continued to hold onto his hand lightly. He dropped her hand after a bit though, and shifted to face her.
"What did they do to you?" He asked quietly, his voice cracking a little as he said it. She looked at him full in the face for nearly a whole minute without speaking. He seemed to realize that she was going to wait it out and weasel out of telling him, but he wouldn't take it. He caught her gaze and tightened it until she had 'the look' in her eyes, the look that told him that she couldn't look away from him. He then grabbed her wrist as an extra precaution in case she tried to break off again, but realized too late it wasn't a good idea.
"OW! Ouch, Harry get off! Ow!" She squealed, pushing and pulling, desperately trying to escape his grip, though in the act, she revealed the cut. The moment Harry saw it, he fell completely silent, but on the inside, he felt nauseous. Mudblood.
He glanced up, caught a glimpse of her eyes, which were now flooded with pain. Harry, for the second time that day, felt fury like no other course through his veins, causing his head to pulsate in rage.
Losing control completely, he threw himself onto the floor and just hit. Hit whatever poor insects might've been in front of him at the moment, wishing it was Bellatrix.
He kept going, not stopping, not even breathing, just releasing the monster that only seemed to come out when Hermione was hurt.
Hermione, completely petrified, had bravely dropped to her knees and begged him to stop, but she knew there was no hope. She would have to wait it out.
It seemed like hours before he finally forced his breathing back to normal. For a few moments, he simply breathed and leaned into her, but then he started to cry. She couldn't help but wonder if he was alright, but she held him all the same. Thankfully, it didn't last too long. After only a few minutes, he calmed down completely and looked up at her.
She, again, could see him coming closer, briefly wondering what it would be like to kiss him. This time, she succumbed to her feelings however; This time, she found herself leaning in too. Their noses were nearly touching, her eyelids beginning to droop...
"What the HELL was that?" Rang the voice of Bill Weasley through their ears. They jumped apart, now both brutally aware of what they were about to do. They looked at each other guiltily until Harry stalked off, but not before muttering, "He asked for it,"

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It was around two in the morning. Only a few hours ago, they had had an exceedingly long conversation with Ron that had lead into both Harry and Ron having meltdowns and Hermione trying to corral them into sanity. In the end, Hermione had convinced Harry into letting Ron help them again, though he would probably never be fully forgiven. He thanked her and apologized profusely, and they had all headed off to bed. Harry couldn't help but think Hermione was coping exceptionally well, considering the happenings of the day before, but he was also somewhat apprehensive, watching her and making sure she was alright. It was almost unheard of that anyone bounced back from that kind of torture so quickly, especially to the degree that she had suffered it. She wouldn't say exactly what she had had done to her, but judging by her screams it was probably the Cruciatus and her wrist. He himself had been tortured for only a few moments, and he had nightmares for nearly a whole year. So he watched her, ready to comfort her if she cracked, though she seemed quite fine.
Until around two in the morning. He heard a faint knock on his door when he was just about to go to sleep. He walked over and opened it softly to reveal Hermione. With just a single glance, he knew she wasn't OK. She didn't look like she had all day. She appeared slightly vulnerable, wringing her hands a bit and breathing shallowly, as though she was expecting something to pop out of the darkness and murder her. He gently took her hand (the one that didn't have that word engraved in it) and led her in.
"Are you alright?" He asked to keep it casual, knowing very well she wasn't anywhere near 'alright'.
"Yeah, just a bit...shaky is all." She said is barely over a whisper. Even her voice sounded vulnerable. "C-can I stay in here for tonight?"
"Of course," Harry said, pointing to his bed.
"Oh, no, that's yours, I can go on the floor, I just, you know, need the presence." She said in the same voice as before, but if anything even softer. She seemed to be cracking just as he had expected her to.
"Hermione, it's OK. God only knows what you've been through today, so just go ahead."
"A-are you sure?"
"'Course," he said while nodding. She muttered a quick "thanks," and sat down on the bed. Harry went to the bathroom to finish getting on his PJ's (he probably looked ridiculous with plaid pajama pants and a bloody t-shirt), but when he came out, Hermione wasn't on the bed.
She was on the floor, curled up into a little ball, crying her eyes out. He stepped forward, scooped her up, and apparated them outside, thinking a bit of fresh air might do her some good.
It didn't seem to be working, however. She only kept shaking and sobbing. After a while he simply sat down, and hoped she would calm down soon, it broke him to see her like she was.
He rocked her gently back and forth in his arms for an undetermined amount of time, until she stopped shaking. Assuming she was asleep, he shifted his traumatized friend as lightly as he could manage, but midway, he stopped and changed his mind. He continued to rock her extremely slowly for at least another hour to keep her calm. She was completely still now, and when he looked down, surely enough, Hermione was sleeping silently.
Realizing how tired he was, but not wanting to wake her, he scooped her up more securely and was about to carry her, but she had already sensed the movement, dropped out of his arms and began to walk sleepily towards the cottage, one of her hands in his.

Well, what did you think? I know not that much happened in this chapter, but there was quite a bit of fluff. Hope you liked it! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!