Just One of Those Days
Chapter Twenty
By ~*~Angel~*~
Last time:
Luscious glared at him, but then to my surprise, smiled at Hermione and then stuck his hand out, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Granger," his voice now suddenly cool and collected.
She and I each looked at him with suspicious glances to each other and then she blatantly said, "I don't trust you at all."
He laughed, evilly, but a laugh none a laugh none-the-less, "And I can see why you wouldn't, but it's obvious that I can't control Draco, so I might as well comply with his wishes…"
We both knew that he was lying, but he was challenging us, and by the looks of it, Hermione wasn't about to back down. So she stepped forward to take his hand, right before their hands touched, I saw an emotion pass through his eyes, one that I didn't like.
"Hermione, don't touch him!" I said, trying to stop her.
But it was too late, he already had her hand in his.
And then they disappeared.
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Harry's POV:
I stared, my mind was a blank…Hermione just disappeared…but how? You can't apparate or disapparate…there was no way he could just have disappeared…unless maybe he hadn't …? What if he was just invisible somehow!?
Before I could even bring up my idea, Draco nearly lost it, "What the BLOODY HELL just HAPPENED!?" he demanded.
Dumbledore looked calm, but still just as angry as Draco. I butt in, "Did he just become invisible?" I suggested, trying to hide my panic. Now wasn't a good time to get into hysterics.
Obviously Draco didn't care, "How could he possibly do that Potter!?" he spat.
I had to keep my cool, couldn't let Draco get to me, he was just upset, I reminded myself.
Ron was speechless, he was just staring at the spot Hermione had last been as if he were trying to burn a hole in the floor.
"He couldn't have disapparated…could he?" I asked.
"You can't apparate or disapparate on school grounds!" Draco said rudely, sounding like Hermione back in first year.
Dumbledore nodded, "A portkey…that's the only explanation…"
A portkey…of course…just like, like back in fourth year. Like Cedric Diggory…how he had died, killed by Voldemort. Was that going to be Hermione's fate?
Hermione's POV:
Nothingness
That's all there was…just nothing. I couldn't feel anything…my body was numb, like I had been in the cold too long…I wasn't even in any pain. Then I felt a chill roam down my cheek, like something so piercingly cold was touching me, but I couldn't figure out what. My mind was awake, but my body refused, I could hear, smell, and feel what was going on around my, but I was so numb it was like I almost couldn't wake up.
Then I realized that my arms hurt, I was starting to come to and the pain was registering. My arms were above my head. Why? I was in an eternal stretch, my arms just hanging above my head, and against my will. Wait…against my will?
My eyes suddenly opened. The need to know where I was and what was going on was overpowering my tiredness.
I was hanging, by chains, my wrists shackled so tightly that a dried trail of blood ran down my hands in their own unique pattern. I must have been here for awhile because the blood was so dry it was almost crusty. I tried to move my feet, only to realize that they too were shackled, inches above the ground.
What the hell was going on?
"So you finally awoke?" a cold and all-too-familiar voice said from behind me. And was made a shiver run down my back was the fact that that voice was right behind me. I could feel its breath on my neck. It's icy, haunting breath. And I say 'it' because I know it was Lucius Malfoy, and it is not human.
"What do you want with me?" I demanded, hoping my voice wouldn't crack, more from the dryness in my throat then from fear. Another factor telling me I'd been here for a long time.
"You…" his cold, unfeeling hand ran its fingers along my cheek again. "…you are here because I have a few questions to ask…that's all…" he said.
"Don't you touch me!" I snapped.
He smiled, taking steps to walk in front of me, his deep, heartless eyes staring back into mine, which, no doubt, held fear, "Mudblood or not…I see why Draco chose you…even if you are filth…" he said, looking me over without really moving his eyes.
I snarled, "You shouldn't be one to talk of filth when you're whole aura reeks of it!"
He chuckled, "You have fire in you…" he commented.
"And you have nothing but evil in you, you lowlife, son of a bitch! Don't think for one minute that I'll answer any questions that leave your disgusting, grimy lips! And if you even think of touching me again, I'll slit you from groin to sternum, and if you ever thought of having another son, I'll make sure that it's not possible!" my voice was low and deadly.
But that only caused him to laugh more, "And an acid tongue…qualities I'd admire in a woman if she was not such a pitiful excuse for a wasted life…" he said back smiling.
"Let me out of these chains you coward! Then we'll see what you are truly made of!" I said, knowing that he wouldn't let me out. And even if he did, in my weakened state, I wouldn't be able to beat him.
His smile never left his, regrettable to say, handsome face. Draco easily got his good looks from his father. No doubt, but the man was a slimy, conniving, heartless bastard that---
"I think I'll have a little fun with you first…" was his last comment that I heard before the pain.
I was no longer in my robes, but in my t-shirt and jeans that I had on underneath. But that didn't matter, because I was scared. More scared then I had ever been in my entire life. And that asshole knew it.
I drew in a quick breath as I saw him take a whip off the wall that had been previously hanging on a rusted nail. No tears…I vowed. He would see no tears, and he'd hear no screams, I would not give him the satisfaction he wanted.
And then the whip connected with my back, ripping flesh with immediate contact. But no sound left my lips, no salty tears from my eyes; I'd burn in hell before admitting defeat to him.
He glowered, "Strong too…" he said it as if it was an insult. He raised his hand and allowed the whip to tear more skin from my now bleeding back. And he did it again…and again…and again…
I lost track of time, I couldn't even remember how long it went on…I just remember that after awhile, I was beginning to loose consciousness. My eyelids began to get heavy and I passed out, knowing that a sheet of new and old blood cover my back and legs. My shirt in shreds, but there was still enough for modesty. Not that I cared, I didn't care about that…he wouldn't want to touch me any way…at least I didn't think he would. I was just a mudblood, why would you want to do anything but hurt me…? But I had to be strong, I couldn't let him break me. Which was exactly what he was trying to do. And when I manage to be free of these chains, he will learn the hard way not to mess with Hermione Granger…
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Hope everyone liked! Lots-o-reviews please! Sorry it was short, but lots has been going on! Sorry for always spelling Lucius wrong, I haven't really proofread these lots because I'm always trying to type them and get them up! Sorry again, when this story is finished, I'll fix all my spelling errors, etc…but for now, just please bare with my horrible spelling!
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~*~Angel~*~