Laying on her side stock still curled up under the thin blankets in the darkened infirmary Hermione silently watched the new or new to her Hogwarts matron gliding around the ward checking up on her patients with care and kindness that surprised and intrigued Hermione. She didn't think it was physically possible for a Malfoy to have it in them to care for another human being.
The woman moved about the room with elegance and sophistication. Her long legs making quick work of the floor, her tall heels clicking in a gentle rhythm on the cold stones. The uniform she wore wasn't the regulated standard uniform of that of a school healer, the plain blouse she wore was a size to small no doubt done on purpose the five top buttons left undone as the tightness of the top stretched over her full breasts showcasing her creamy covetous cleavage. The black pinafore apron was definitely not part of the uniform nor was the tight black skirt ending just above the knee the woman wore showing off her long pale toned legs.
"I know you're awake my dear" a soft whisper reached her ears.
Jumping out her skin, her heart racing she gripped the sheet with one hand ripping the material off her body, sitting up she graced the woman with a timid smile. Narcissa's head cocked to the side with one hand on her hip, her blonde locks dangling over her shoulder observing her young patient.
"I couldn't sleep" the pathetic excuse ran off her tongue before she could stop it.
"I'm afraid we can not give you dreamless sleep not while the potion is working through your system".
"When can I go back ho... to classes?" correcting her mistake avoiding the blondes eye. She didn't want to give them anymore reason to keep her padlocked to the bed like a crazed animal.
Narcissa sighed, gently coaxing her patient to lie down, placing her hands upon the young woman's forearms and pushing her on the mattress, her wand spelling the sheets to tuck themselves around her.
Straightening up and smoothing down her apron to rid herself of pesky wrinkles. "Not until the potion takes time to work and I am fully satisfied with your mental health" she briskly replied before walking off.
Hermione's eyes refused to dilate after widening like saucers at the stunning sight of the pale creamy cleavage that was on show, turning her back on the retreating matron to regain control of her breathing.
Sleep evaded her that night she felt the exhaustion and her muscles screaming in protest at the rough treatment she received at the hand of two death eaters which she was point blank refusing to acknowledge them as professors.
The early morning came with the sun filtering through the large windows creating patterns upon the ground. The bright light woke the sleeping occupants up much to their chagrin.
The double doors opened to a few visitors eager on seeing their sick friends
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed Hermione pushed herself up just as a childish singsong voice called out halting her escape.
"Ah, ah Miss Granger if you get off that bed I shall be forced to sit on you again".
Turning her head she met the lopsided grin of Bellatrix sitting perched her hands resting behind her taking her weight on the matron's desk as if she owned the place.
How does one person bring such hatred out in me I will never know.
"We wouldn't want that now then would we?" Bellatrix cooed studying her black painted nails.
"Give me back my wand and I would gladly show you what I want". Gritting her teeth feeling her gums protesting in pain.
The dark woman jumped from the desk landing gracefully on her feet, the insanity swirling in her grey eyes as she advanced on Hermione with a predatory grin dancing on her devilish red lips.
Backing herself in to the wall, the rough stone digging intrusively in her back barely separated by the thin flimsy hospital gown. Oh fuck now look what you done Granger you made the lunatic mad well madder than she already is. She bit her cheek to stop the hysterically laughter from escaping.
Bellatrix slowly pressed her curvy body in to the young student, she could feel the tremors running through the girl's lithe form, pressing her hands on the wall on either side of Hermione's head she brought her leather cladded knee in between her legs.
A whimper left her lips as the knee pressed in to her private area, the only clothing separating them was the woman's leather pants as for some unknown reason Hermione had no panties on, a faint blush crept up her neck heating her cheeks.
"Now, now little girl you must behave yourself otherwise you shall have to be punished accordingly" Bellatrix slowly dragged out the words. She grinned at the blush covering the student's throat.
"Bella don't you have a staff meeting to attend to?".
Bellatrix rolled her eyes, reluctantly releasing der prey turning on to her little sister. "Obviously Cissy I just wanted to see how our darling fruitcake was doing". Brushing up past Narcissa, placing a soft kiss to her forehead the dark witch left the ward with a spring in her step.
Me.. the fruitcake ha have you ever seen a mirror?.
"Come dear let's get you back into bed" Narcissa cooed linking her arm with Hermione's elbow and guiding the younger woman back to her cot.
The next hour Hermione was kept under watchful eye of the blonde witch making her round of the ward, her blue eyes twinkling under the light as she spoke gently and compassionately to her patients. When Narcissa disappeared off in to the office and didn't return gave Hermione the much needed time to escape.
Taking her chance Hermione slipped off the bed, her eyes scanning the medical wing for any sign of the matron. Coast clear the brunette charged out the infirmary doors and bolted down the corridors not in the slightest bit bothered about the stares she received from the students looking on. Her paper thin gown flapping about threatening to expose her nude body to the onlookers.
Jumping down the moving staircases and dashing through the ground floor not sure where her legs were taking her she bowled straight in to the crowd of peers waiting to get into the great hall. Most students stepped away allowing the barely clothed Gryffindor to run past but some unfortunate fools ended up colliding into the spooked witch and landing painfully on the hard floor.
"Watch it yeah" someone yelled behind her.
Hermione didn't stop to apologize nor did she stop when her path was suddenly blocked by the Carrow twins and all of the people in the bloody world Bellatrix who crooked her finger at Hermione beckoning her closer.
Quickly glancing back at the way she came Hermione was trapped. Narcissa, professor Snape and McGonagall stood blocking her in completely.
"Lass let's not do anything rash". Professor McGonagall took a small step closer her hands up showing no wand but Hermione wasn't going to trust this woman not after allowing death eaters to impose as professors after everything they had done.
The way out was in between the small gap of the Carrow twins and Hermione was small enough to get through. Her eyes darting between the adults closing in on her she squared her shoulders and broke into a run, running straight at the trio blocking the entrance doors, she would of laugh at their fearful look if she had the time. Forcing her body to drop into a skid underneath the open legs of Alecto Carrow she easily made it out the doors and on to the grounds.
"Damn that kid is fast" Alecto wheezed out as she and her brother gave chase.
Hermione momentarily paused by the gates of Hogwarts, turning around she noticed a large crowd watching her escape, she could just make out the concerned face of Harry sadly watching her and the Carrow twins panting in exhaustion as they closed the distance but it was too late as she closed her eyes and disapparated away from the school with her name ringing out behind her.
Landing after apparition was never one of her strong points always ending up sprawled on the ground in an undignified heap. Picking herself up off the dirt track she smiled at the farmhouse standing in the distance.
The place was in ruins, the grass surrounding the property was long dead and brown, the house itself had long ago collapsed, the brick crumbling away while the windows glass shattered into fine sand upon the ruins. Her childhood home neglected and beyond saving.
She was only here a year ago obliviating her parents memory of their only daughter and sent them packing for their safety. Her wards should of worked protecting the house from the environment and intruders.
Dropping to her knees Hermione screamed thumping the dirt ground with her fists. She didn't stop as the skin on her knuckles cracked and bled from the violent pounding, she didn't stop when the burning radiated up her arms and flickering across her chest.
A muffled woof halted her self destruction followed by a wheezy yell from an elderly man.
The elderly man hobbled along the path with his cane freezing up at seeing the distraught mess of a young girl in an open gown upon the ground.
"Lassie what on earth is wrong?" he called out.
Hermione spun around wincing at the night sky the air burning her red eyes. Clambering up off the floor she clutched the ruined gown around her freezing body, shaking under the cold drop in temperature.
How long have I been here?.
"What happened here?".
The old man shuffled forward leaning heavily on his cane a look of sorrow clouding his wrinkled face.
"A nice young couple murdered in their beds lass not a nice story I assure you. Many years ago now.. ah yes the Grangers they were in their twenties when it happened".
"What about the little girl that lived with them?" she hoarsely whispered, tears dripping down her chin.
"No little lass lived here I assure you would of been a blimey of a miracle.. they were ah what's the name.. right on the tip of my tongue lass... Ah yes lesbian".
Hermione shook her head frantically. He had it wrong her parents were definitely not lesbian unless her father kept that one a secret. The thought made her burst in to laughter frightening the man as he hobbled away from her hysterically fit.
"Not nice lass to laugh at such tragedy. Come boy we just get home".
She collapsed holding her sides as the laughter wracked her body she rested her forehead on the ground allowing the tears to fall on to the mud.
A loud clap of thunder erupted in the sky, a clash of lightning illuminating the darkness around Hermione just as the first drops of rain fell landing on her back with a soft splash.
Holding her breath she disapparated away from her childhood home.
The school appeared in front of her wobbling towards the entrance of the castle Hermione was met with the furious faces of her worried professors.
"Good gracious lass what have you done to yourself?" professor McGonagall bit out huddling Hermione in her cloak forcing her towards the infirmary.
The moment she laid on the cot the cuffs were bound on her ankles and wrists and this time she didn't fight the restraints nor did she argue as her gown was stripped away leaving her bare to the adults watching on.
"I think it is best for Miss Granger to return back to the orphanage just until the new year". The headmaster suddenly appeared "I will make the arrangements for the morning".
Hermione's stomach dropped at the cold unforgiving building looming over her. The grounds were bare of any human life and the creaking of the sign 'wool packs orphanage' swayed unsteadily under the strong wind.
"Can not make it one term before being sent back girl" a loud screechy voice pulled Hermione out of her thoughts.
Good grief not this hideous pink toad.
Hermione was ushered in to the dark gloomy entrance hall, her trunk dumped forcefully by the door. The headmaster and Umbridge took her into a small office, she quietly stood in the corner examining the pink, oh so very pink decorations with the hideous china cat plates lining the walls occasionally meowing out loud.
"I fear for the safety of the students if Miss Granger stays in the state she is in" the headmaster sighed sitting on the only visitors chair, his moon robes draped over the arms.
"Always said she wasn't right in the head Albus but did anyone listen to me? No they did not". Madam Umbridge sharply commented her harsh words stabbing a hole in Hermione's heart. "Not wanted as a child now I see why".
A draw opened and a file flew out landing in front of the woman. She lazily flipped through the pages her quill scratching away.
"Wand here girl" she pointed to a tray next to her.
The headmaster sadly smiled at Hermione leaning forward he placed her wand in the tray as soon as the wand touched the plastic it disappeared.
"You're only get it back when you return to Hogwarts, if you return" she smirked at the downtrodden expression plastered on Hermione's face.
"Good luck my dear". The way he said it left Hermione believing he should of added you will need it.
Shortly after the headmaster took his leave, leaving Hermione behind with the vicious over weighted witch for company.
"Time for you to get on with the chores girl".
Umbridge yanked Hermione through the small danky halls of the house and into a dimly lit kitchen. A small bristle toothbrush and bucket was thrust into her arms, the dirty water sloshing over the sides and soaking her bandaged hands.
"Scrub the floors and make sure dinner is prepared in one hour". The door slammed shut behind her.
Dumping the foul smelling bucket on the ground along with the toothbrush Hermione stumbled into the table. Tears resurfacing at the unfairness of the situation she found herself in
"Might want to get on with that you know that bitch will lash you if you don't" a young boy grimly spoke, sadness filled his brown eyes.
Hermione didn't care this wasn't her life and she certainly wasn't doing to bow down to Dolores Umbridge of all people.
"I'm Tom by the way, I arrived just last night and already received a lashing for not eating that disgusting gruel this morning".
"Why you here? Have you no parents?" Hermione gently asked the boy.
Tom shook his head "nah been living on the streets till the police caught up with me and now I'm here. How long you been here?".
She shrugged kicking the bucket upending the water upon the floor. "There done. Apparently since I was born" she replied sitting down on the chair.
Tom laughed at the mess.
The door view open with a bang a tall scruffy boy stepped in. His clothing far to short for him as he looked around the room Hermione could see the shorts he wore was digging painfully in his legs and the top had more holes than thread.
"What ya doing in here? Ole bitch face will have our knackers in a jar if we don't leave Granger to it" he intoned snottily.
Tom shrugged apologetically at Hermione following the fool out the kitchen just as the she devil strode in, in all her sickening pink glory.
Her beady eyes drifting over the upended bucket and Hermione who sat with her arms crossed in defiance.
"Hem, hem, my girl you do want a lashing don't we" her voice sickly sweet as she advanced upon Hermione "up and knickers down girl".
She did neither remaining seated, further agitating the furious woman.
She was suddenly thrown upon the edge of the table, her chest pressing uncomfortably upon the wood. Sharp nails clawed at her thighs her legs unable to close by the bindings keeping them to the table legs, the waistband of her knickers came away at the rough treatment dropping down her leg with ease.
Her robes vanished with magic leaving her in just her bra the cold air caressing her skin a shudder of disgust ran down her spine.
Fingers brushed over her pubic hair pulling the short hair hard, she hissed at the filthy woman groping her. A sob left her lips as a finger dipped into her virgin hole. She was dry and terribly put off by the bitch fondling her.
"Extremely tasty my dear girl" Umbridge mocked gripping the meat of her thigh between her nail like talons piercing the flesh.
Hermione squeaked in pain her heart thudding against her chest.
"Crucio".
The pain was indescribable her blood burned through her veins and her back arched off the table, her bound limbs twisting against the bindings.
The curse was nothing compared to the torture she suffered at Bellatrix's hand but it didn't stop the scream being torn from her throat.
"Go to bed girl I don't want to see you for the rest of the weekend". A sharp slap to Hermione's backside and the bitch left her alone.
Not fully understanding how she did it but Hermione found her bedroom without a problem, shutting the door behind her she sunk to the cold ground her knees pulled up to her chest Hermione softly cried herself to sleep.
Tears cascaded down her pale face at the strange reality she found herself in, the injustice of death eaters and murderers running around free while she was trapped in hell with the pink toad as her warden.