Chapter Seven
"Hermy-ninny! You came back to me." He embraced her lovingly and kissed her forehead. "Vhere have you been, my love?" He asked.
Hermione felt repulsed as Viktor kissed her. She wanted to pull away and run from him, back to Zabini manor. "I-I needed some time for myself." She said as he closed the door behind her. "I was feeling unwell." She had come back to his manor after the fight, and it was just on two in the morning.
He looked at her blankly, then narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Time for yourself? Vhy vould you need that? Vere you running from me?" He asked. She backed away from him slightly. It was a HUGE mistake coming here. "You should not have done that."
Her brown eyes were wide with fear. "Viktor, I swear, I wasn't-"
"You vere running away from me! How dare you?! I love you and care for you, and you run from me?!" He raised his hand to slap her and it fell with a resounding smack, sending Hermione flying backwards. "You selfish bitch!" He picked her up off the floor and slammed her against the wall, his face close to hers. "This is not the vay to treat you future husband." He whispered.
Hermione whimpered, sending out a silent plea for help. "Viktor, I'm sorry." She croaked. He smiled malevolently, before he began unzipping his pants.
"Shall we finish vhat we started?" He asked, kissing her neck. "You can make up for your… mistakes…"
She moved her hands, searching her robes for her wand and found the pocket empty. He smirked, throwing it behind him. "No wands this time, my love." He let her down, his hands wondering over to the top of her robes, which he promptly ripped off and pulled down over her milky shoulders.
"Please, Viktor –" She squeaked, squirming under his touch. "Don't do this."
He laughed cruelly, ridding her of the rest of her robe. She was still in her pyjamas, a pair of silken boxers and a cotton singlet. He would soon rid her of those, too.
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Viktor lay on top of her still, panting and sweaty. "You are so beautiful, Hermy-ninny." She felt sick at his words.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and her head was beginning to pound. Her arms and stomach were throbbing with pain from the freshly formed bruises and she could still feel him between her legs.
He wiped away a tear with his calloused finger. "Don't cry, Hermy-ninny. It von't hurt after a vhile." She moved her head to the side, pulling away from his fingers, which were tracing her skin in an invisible pattern. "I love you." He said rather forcefully, before sliding out of her and getting out of the messed up bed, taking the blanket with him. He looked down at her, naked on his bed and smiled maliciously at his 'handy' work and left the room to shower.
Hermione felt sick. She wanted to throw up and scrub her skin until it bled clean. She sat up and looked around for her clothes when she heard the shower turn on. She had to get out of there. It was five o'clock in the morning, but she didn't care, she needed to get out of there.
She spotted her clothes lying in a pile just inside of the door. Quickly, she grabbed them and pulled on her underwear, clipped up her bra and was just about finished with her shorts when the shower stopped. Hermione froze, her heart going a million miles an hour. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and dashed for the door, collecting her wand off the floor on her way.
Just as she reached the front door, her hand already to turn the knob, the bathroom door swung open and Viktor stepped out, wrapped in his towel. He stopped, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Vere are you going, Hermy-ninny?"
She stopped and put on a smile. "Just looking at the stars, Viktor." She said off-handedly, though she was shaking inside. "Come and look, aren't they lovely?" She poked her head out the door and beckoned him to come and see. He followed her with a suspicious look on his face.
The look of horror that crossed Hermione's face when she noticed that there were no stars to be seen on this particularly cruel night would have chilled anyone to the bones.
Viktor looked from the sky to her, the half-light setting a cool contrast to his face. This made Hermione shiver.
"They must have g-gone." She stuttered, turning to face him, eyes wide.
"Vhat a shame." He said lowly, getting closer to her.
Terror caused her bones to become stiff, as if carved in stone. "Yes, what a sh-shame." She repeated.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, closing the door as he pulled her back inside. "Come, love, ve must sleep. Ve must begin planning our wedding tomorrow." And evil smile (Hermione thought so, anyway.) formed on his face and she was dragged back into the bedroom, fear causing her to bend to his will.
Hours later, Zabini Manor
"Where the hell is this bloody woman?!" Draco yelled. "She just runs off and she's not at Potter's, Weasley's or anywhere else!" His hands were thrown in the air, frustration pulsing through him. "She's bloody gone back to-to HIM!" he seethed, running a hand through his hair.
"Draco, calm down." Blaise said. "Anyone would think you cared." He mocked.
"But it's my entire fault! Didn't you hear her? I was the one who called her all those names; mudblood and beaver! I mean, how bloody unimaginative was that?!" at this point, he slammed his fists down on the nearest table, which caused it to shake.
"Drake, please, calm the bloody hell down. This isn't helping. We know where she's gone, and we can easily go and help her… if she'll take our help." Blaise said wisely as Draco stopped pacing to look at him.
"Where exactly does Krum live?" The blonde finally asked, getting the point. "Probably in some big mansion in Bulgaria or something." He scoffed.
"Yes, and we all hate big mansions, don't we." Blaise replied dryly. "I've got it written down somewhere. It's actually not too far from where Viola Herringslow lives. You remember her? The old woman who used to bring her granddaughter Laura over for visits, in the vain hope that one of us would fall in love with her and marry her."
"Horrid cow." Draco said with a face of disgust. "So he doesn't even live in Bulgaria?" He snorted.
"Nope. Mrs. Herringslow used to brag about it all the time. That she lived near Viktor Krum. What a laugh?" He let out a chuckle, remembering how the old woman was so fond of the Bulgarian seeker, and how she used to watch quidditch with the two boys, and scream out Krum's name.
Draco let out a small chuckle, too, and sobered up immediately. "So, how are we going in? Wands blazing? Or are we just going to knock on his door and ask politely for Granger back?" He asked with a raised blonde eyebrow.
"Well, for one, you can't show your face. He'll think it's a bit suspicious and probably kill you." Blaise mused seriously. "But I don't want to go in there alone. I could summon you somehow if I get into any trouble…"
"Get Potter or Weasley to go with you and save their Gryffindor Princess." Draco remarked, slightly offended that Blaise wouldn't take him.
"Why don't I come with you?" The new voice came from the door way and Blaise and Draco turned to see Maria standing there, looking pensive. "I could say I was visiting her and dragging you along with me so that you could apologise for…" She thought for a second. "Giving her the wrong dry cleaning."
Blaise looked sceptical. "Mum, I'm not sure it's going to work."
"It's brilliant." Draco muttered and twenty minutes later, Maria and Blaise were standing outside Krum Mansion, knocking on the door.