Hermione gasped and fell on the wet grass. Harry was crowing nearby, holding up the destroyed fake Horcrux.
He grabbed her and pulled her into a slobbery kiss he obviously thought she enjoyed. The lump of meat he stuck inside her mouth was nothing like Ginny's silky tongue- dainty, soft and sweet and Bellatrix's dark, domineering and flexible.
He groped her breasts with thick, clumsy fingers and she resigned herself to her fate. 'Let me suck you off!' she begged, anything to not have him pounding into her. He pulled down his pants with the air of giving her a great treat.
Hermione was quick and clever with her tongue and Harry released in less then a minute. He lightly smacked her cheek as she spat out the release, though. 'Its cannibalism!' she told him, voice trembling, 'to eat the sperm.' Her stomach rolled and she vomited blood into her mouth, determinedly keeping her jaw closed. The blood was full of burning stomach acids and she banished the sick by tapping her mouth with her wand. Harry rolled his eyes, not realizing she had just been sick, laughed, then asked her if she had a tent.
She answered no but she transfigured her hankie into a simple, waterproof haven. Inside was a stretcher bunk. She baggsed the bottom one and conjured up some blue flames in a jar. Pulling on her stockings, skirt, shirt, jumper and robes, she realized she felt incredibly miserable to be pulling off Bella's dress. 'Burn it.' Advised Harry, watching as she stared at the dress, tears in her eyes. He didn't understand. He thought she hated it because of the woman not loved it.
She fell into a light, uneasy sleep.
'My Lord,' smiled Bella, eyes glinting. 'It worked. I followed them and Potter was celebrating.' Here her eyes narrowed.
'He was groping Kitty, about to shag her!' snarled Ginny, eyes flashing. 'She performed fellatio on him instead.'
'Then she was violently sick!' snarled Bella.
Severus shifted unhappily.
'Severus? You appear… uneasy, perhaps unhappy?' hissed Voldemort. Severus looked up, took a deep breath and spoke.
'My Lord, I am… I looked up to the Headmaster as a mentor, a father. To have discovered he signed Miss Granger up to this is,' Severus paused, shuddering, 'awful. My Lord, I have a confession;' Severus straightened up and held out his wand, on his flat palm. Voldemort picked it up, rolling it between long fingers.
'Severus,' he began, 'if this is about the fact you have been, until perhaps a minute ago, a spy for the Order of the Phoenix, then stop worrying. I knew from the first time you ever saw Dumbledore. I have my own spies in the Order- perhaps you know of a Mr. Sturgis Podmore? Ms. Andromeda Tonks?' Severus inhaled sharply and bowed his head.
'Severus,' Voldemort continued, eyeing him somewhat fiercely, 'I let you live for a reason. I believed you would see the truth- that you would come back to me. And you have.' Voldemort leaned forwards and returned Severus' wand. Severus turned to Bella,
'You knew?' he asked. She giggled,
'Of course!' Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, 'Was I the only one who did not know?' Bella laughed. 'Oh Sevy Wevy, only me, my Lord and Lucius knew.' Severus sighed again.
'Thank you my Lord. I mean it.' He spoke quietly. Voldemort waved his hand, smiling. A truly horrifying sight.
'Back to Hogwarts,' he ordered them, 'and continue to raise questions regarding Potter and Granger's disappearance. Add rumors to the mix now, rumors such as she was struggling or crying or screaming. Add rumors that he performed unforgiveables on the mu- Granger girl to have sex with her, also put in he performed an unforgiveable on Miss Weasley. Do not specify which. If people think he has been dabbling in the Dark Arts and Miss Granger has disappeared…' Voldemort trailed off with a wicked grin and Bella put in her part,
'They'll think someone might have messed up a spell!' she cackled, eyes bright with delight.
Hermione woke up, frozen to the bone. How long had it been since she ate? Over a week, at least.
''Mione!' called Harry. Gritting her teeth she rolled out of bed and pulled on a woolen over robe and cloak.
'Harry?' she answered. Harry poked his head into the tent and motioned for her to come outside.
'Do you know what this means?' Harry was exclaiming, his eyes excited, he was pointing to the broken Cup. 'Only one Horcrux left! Nagini! And of course me! Volde- I mean, the slimy bastard, god I hate the taboo, will be pushing up daisies very soon!'
'Harry,' asked Hermione carefully, 'when you win, what will you do?' Harry puffed out his chest,
'Well, 'Mione, first I would marry you, I'd play Quidditch for a real team and I'd like to have lots of kids. You won't need a job, you can stay at home and look after the house and children. We have a great future ahead of us!'
Hermione was in shock. He planned on marrying her! She pursed her lips, friend, mother and lover- none of those were wife. She would not marry him, her heart belonged to two special someones.
'Harry,' she began firmly, 'I enjoy been your girlfriend but I will not marry you.' Harry's face turned purple with rage.
'Yes you bloody will!' he bellowed. Hermione shook her head,
'No Harry.' A vein started to twitch on Harry's head.
'The Vow means you have to!' he screamed in her face.
'No it doesn't!' she shrieked back, 'and I'm already in love, Harry!' Harry gaped, eyes bulging.
'In the name of our friendship I demand you give their name!' he hissed. Hermione felt the agonizing pain in her chest. Her life began to flash before her eyes as the Unbreakable started killing her. Then she had brainwave.
'Weasley.' She groaned, clutching her chest. She sighed in relief as the pain eased.
'Ron!' gasped Harry, shocked. Yes, it had been a stroke of genius for Ginny was a Weasley and he had only asked for one name. She knew he would never even suspect she was lesbian.
'I'll kill him!' bellowed Harry.
'Harry! He's your best friend!' she yelled back. 'Now I'm going to bed!' Harry turned on her, grabbed her hair and brought her face to his mouth. He kissed her fiercely, clumsily. He chewed on her lips and his hand grabbed her breast like a vice. 'Your hurting me!' she sobbed, trying to twist out of his grasp. She reached for her wand but he grabbed it and chucked it away.
'Help!' she screamed, writhing under him. He pushed her to the ground, straddling her. He ripped open her top and ripped off her skirt. 'Help!' she screamed, again. Tears streamed down her face as he thrust into her. His hand squeezed around her windpipe and she began choking, unable to breath.
Her vision started to blur and red spots danced in what was left of her vision. She scrambled through her mind, trying to figure out what to do. What could she do? Then, she had another brainwave, for she was not called the smartest witch of her age for nothing. 'Voldemort!' she choked out, activating the taboo. Harry didn't hear, so hard he was rutting into her. It didn't seem to work and Hermione closed her eyes. Bellatrix. Ginevra. Their faces would be the last thing she saw.
Suddenly Harry froze and the pressure around her throat disappeared. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes. A black, ebony wand was pressed into Harry's neck, holding onto the wand was a hairy hand, covered in scabs and hair. 'Hello Potter.' Growled Fenrir Greyback.