Pregnancy in the Time of Horror Part II

Taking advantage of the alone time, Hermione quickly cleaned up her mess then got down to business.

Ok. She thought. Here goes.

Her notepad looked a little like this:

Step 1: Find out where I am

Step 2: Flatter Silas, make him trust me (that will be hard and unpleasant)

Step 3: Get the keys

Step 4: Leave

Step 5: Don't take Ron, becau—"

Suddenly footsteps echoed outside the door. She quickly stashed the piece of parchment in her sock and stood up. Action.

"Did you clean up your mess, you little bitch?"

She drew herself up to her full height, ready to come back with something just as mean.

Step 2, Hermione, remember?

"Yes. Yes, of course I did. Anything you ask, I'll do for you."

He eyed her. "Ok then. You'll get another ten minutes of time with your husband later if you behave as such."

She nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, I'd like that. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

He looked rather stunned, but quickly recovered. "As a matter of fact, yes. Either give me the information that I need, or give me something that I want."

"And what do you want?"

He walked closer. She stood her ground, though terrified. "Come with me." He said quietly into her ear.

He led her to a room with only one chair in it, and sat her down. He walked behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She tried not to stiffen like she had before.

"You are a very beautiful woman."

She remained silent.

"And really, I would like nothing more than…well…" he paused, sauntering in front of her and stroking her cheek.

Hermione felt the blood rush to her face. No. No no no no no no no no no!

But for some reason, her mouth wouldn't listen to her brain. Before she knew it, he was reaching up her shirt and unsnapping her bra. She stayed silent. But as his hands made their way down to her backside, words burst forth.

"GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!" She ran out of the room, down random halls, until she found Ron's room. She pounded on the door. "Ron! Ron, it's me! Help!"

With a loud CRASH! She kicked the door open, and then shut it behind her, sobbing. Ron sat on the bed, looking astounded.

"Hermione…what happened to you?"

She sat down on his lap, crying. He hugged her, stroking her hair. "Why is your shirt ripped?"

"Because…because…Silas…" she couldn't get the words out, but Ron understood.

"THAT BASTERD!" he roared. She could see rage boiling under his blue eyes.

"Ron. Ron, come here, listen to me." She grabbed his shirt. "Ron, don't do anything rash. We have to get out of here. Remember that. Think of Rose and Hugo, and Ginny and Harry and your brothers and your parents, Ron think!" She was gasping for breath.

He nodded, his shoulders still shaking. He sat down again, his head in his hands.

"Don't worry, Ron, nothing happened. Nothing happened."

He kissed her. Angrily. Hungrily. She kissed him back, gripping his hair with her hands.

"Ron, Ron I love you. We have to stay strong, we have to get out of here. Soon. Haven't you realized we've had no food? We're going to die if we don't get out of here soon. Are you listening to me?"

He nodded, pulling away. He looked like a madman, his hair wild and his eyes boiling.

"OI! Get out of there, bitch! Now!"

"I'd better go." She murmured. She kissed him gently, then left the room. She had followed Finley halfway down the hall already, before she realized the parchment with her plan was gone.

A/N: Sorry for the INSANELY short mini chapter. I promise PLENTY more and PLENTY more drama and action next chapter. You have my word. Sorry for the slight inappropriateness of this chapter :O hope you don't mind too much. Thank you for ALL the reviews, you have no idea how happy it makes me to check my email and have new reviews. Thanks a lot for putting me on alert as well, it means a lot! Please keep reading! I'll keep writing