Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. My mind just wouldn't write for awhile. I'm still trying to decide how I want the summer between 5th and 6th year to go, so bare with me for updates.
Hermione rushed through the platform into the Muggle world. She fought back the tears and looked around for her parents. As soon as she saw their smiling faces, she raced towards them with her cart. She couldn't help but to smile as Crooks let out a particularly loud howl at the site of her parents. He always acted like such a grump.
She ignored her parents faltering smiles as they took in her weight, and envelopes them in tight hugs. Both her parents hugged her tight and grimaced when they could feel how much slimmer she had gotten. They also knew that they couldn't bring it up. Hermione was a control freak, and if you pestered her about doing something, she would refuse to do just to prove a point on power of wills.
Her father pulled away, cupped her face, and laid a kiss atop her forehead before taking control of her cart.
"Let's get you and this poofball home before he escapes into the station again." Hermione let out a half-hearted laugh as she started walking, unbeknownst to her, her parents shared a worried look.
"How about we stop and get some ice cream you love so much, dear? You know the place" her mum started waving her hand about, trying to think of the name of the ice cream parlor. "Oh, the one in Swindon. I can't think of the name."
Hermione stared at her mum. They hadn't gone there since after her third year. She knew that was only two years ago, but once exams started getting harder, she was normally asleep in the backseat before they were even out of London. Her parents were normally content to make the drive back to Bristol just listening to the radio and idly chatting. They never woke her for a stop unless the stop was their home.
"I don't know..." Hermione was hedging around actually answering.
"Oh, come on, champ! Just took your OWLs, you deserve a reward." Her father clapped her on her shoulder, causing Hermione to hold back a flinch. She knew it was her father, but just because she knew she was safe did not mean that her body knew that.
"I... I guess if I'm awake when we pass through Swindon we can stop." Hermione shrugged. Maybe she would be asleep and she wouldn't have to go.
Her dad took his hand away and tugged on one of her curls like he always did.
She watched as her dad lifted her trunk into the boot of the car, and she held Crooks' cage tight to her chest. She looked down at him and grimaced sadly as he mewled up at her in sadness. He truly was an intelligent creature. He always picked up on her emotions. She slid into the back seat, buckled up, and nestled in against the car door. Once they were under way out of London, she let Crooks out, and he immediately jumped up onto her lap and started to purr, which quickly lulled her to sleep.
Much to Hermione's chagrin, Crookshanks took it upon himself to begin kneading her throat just outside of Swindon, effectively waking her up when his claws obnoxiously scratched at her. Her mum was super excited that they were going to get ice cream, and Hermione tried to muster up some enthusiasm so her parents wouldn't pester her.
When they pulled up to the ice cream parlor, Crooks stepped into his carrier with no issue. Hermione humphed at him. He planned this. He intended to wake her up. He always fought his carrier.
Hermione's parents loved her, to that there was no doubt, and although they knew not to push her to talk about what was bothering her, they always tried their luck with pushing her buttons so she would finally talk. Rape, though, that wasn't something any amount of button pushing would get Hermione to open up about.
As Hermione sat with her bowl of ice cream outside on the patio of the shop, she remembered back to easier days when she was surprised that her parents wanted to stop at a place that drowned in sugar. She had been raised on limited sugar intake for the most part. Her parents prided themselves in Hermione's dental hygiene habits when most of their friends struggled to get their kids to take care of their teeth. To go to an ice cream parlor and indulge was strange, but she quickly learned that her parents did have a sweet teeth, and the only time the indulged it was when they were traveling, which they did on every trip to drop off and pick up Hermione (four times a year if you count dropping her off at the station and returning home as one trip) and their annual adventure abroad. As Hermione mainly just played with her cake batter ice cream, her mother's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Oh, dear" Her mum gushed, " I'm just so happy you're home. Do you remember Rupert? Diane's boy from a few blocks over?"
Hermione blankly nodded. Of course she remembered Rupert. Their parents had only been trying to force the together since they were in nappies.
"Well, he's grown into quite a young man. Isn't that right, Wendell?" Hermione watched as her mum lightly backhanded her dad's chest. She smiled to herself. Her dad really did live in a world of his own making the majority of the time.
"Oh, umm" Her dad looked sheepishly at Hermione. He knew she hated this. "He has grown up a bit. Filled out those ears of his, he has. But he's no man, yet, Mon. They are only 16!"
Hermione saw her mother humph and look into the shop. That's when she noticed the young man who was staring at her from another table. He seemed oblivious of his friends and just continued to stare at Hermione. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked down into her bowl of ice cream. If she ate it quickly, maybe her parents would be happy to get home. With a grimace, she began to shovel the ice cream into her mouth, careful to not look panicked or rushed. In no time, her ice cream was gone, and she was getting up to throw her dish in the bin.
To do so, however, she had to walk close to the table of the man who still hadn't stopped staring at her. She swallowed stiffly and grabbed her parents dishes as well. She steeled herself when she saw the man stand up as she neared the trash bin. She thought she had avoided him when she felt his breath moving her hair.
"I couldn't help to notice you." Hermione froze. There were people all around. She couldn't fight this man with punches or her magic. She would get in so much trouble. That's when she felt his hand on her waist, gently pulling her back into his chest.
"You looked so innocent." The man basically purred into her ear. "Sitting there with your ankles crossed eating ice cream with your parents. I saw how you licked that spoon."
Hermione did nothing but stand there. Her mind wasn't going into fight mode or flight mode. Instead, much to her horror, her mind was going into shutdown mode. Later, she would start to call this her slut-trained mode, but that wouldn't be for a while. As it was, Hermione did nothing as the man moved her hair away and nipped at her ear. She couldn't help but shudder at the sensation.
"I wonder what your tongue would feel like on my cock." The man had wrapped his arms around Hermione's tiny waist. To all the world, they looked like a couple having a flirtatious moment, and not a sleazeball assaulting a traumatized teen.
Just as the man started to talk again, Hermione's mother called out that it was time to get on the road again. Hermione instantly started untangling herself from the man. He resisted at first, but when he heard her mother's voice again, he finally dropped his arms and stepped away.
Hermione bustled her way to the car and into the back seat. She didn't look at either of her parents when she reached the car or got into it, instead, she immediately buckled herself and unlocked Crooks' carrier. Instantly, the orange poof was on her lap, meowing and headbutting her face. His mistress was distressed, and that was the last thing he had wanted when he woke her up for ice cream. When she stopped clutching his fur, he started to purr, putting her right back to sleep until the reached their home on the outskirts of Bristol.
Hermione was awakened by her mom patting her knee. Apparently, Hermione had been whimpering in her sleep, a common occurrence at the end of term.
"Hermione," her mother admonished when she saw her daughter's eyes open, "I know you passed with flying colors. No need to have nightmares."
Hermione chuckled quietly and just nodded. While it was true nightmares about failing plagued her after term until her results came in, she had not been having a nightmare about her grades. She had been having a nightmare about Dolohov. She tried to push it away so that she could at least make it to her room. Luckily, her parents didn't fight her on her desire to sleep.
Entering Hermione's Dreams
Hermione was still tied to that horrible horse. She was lost in pain and pleasure, so she could barely make out what Crabbe Sr. and Dolohov were arguing about. All she knew was that she was ashamed.
Dolohov had made her poop on the floor, if that's what you could call an explosion of shit water from your bowels. He had whipped her, which resulted in her riding a dildo while it was up her ass. He had tied her down and given her the illusion of the choice on where to take a dildo this time, a dildo coated in aphrodisiacs and chilli oil, a dildo that would cause her pleasure and pain. Then, when she didn't please him enough, he had poured chilli oil up her ass. She could feel it seeping out of her and down her bleeding vulva and into her vagina. She squirmed in discomfort. If the pain wasn't bad enough, she had also orgasmed twice. The first time by fucking herself back on the dildo with it up her ass with wild abandon. The second time was when Crabbe Sr. was toying with her. Even though she was in underlying pain, it wouldn't have been as mortifying to her in hindsight if it had strictly been clitoral stimulation. Instead, just has her orgasm hit, Crabbe Sr. had shoved three of his stocky fingers up her ass.
She was utterly broken. Dolohov had told her to call her sir or daddy, and she went with Daddy. He had told her to do something, and she tried. She hated failing, and even though counting the lashes of the whip wasn't something she particularly wanted to excel at, she was still ashamed that she had failed. She was also ashamed that she had failed Daddy by not fucking the dildo right. The pain was horrible, but Daddy had shown her what happened to girls who didn't listen and didn't please. Her bleeding breasts, stomach, and vulva could attest to that.
Crabbe Sr. and Dolohov were still talking, but she needed her Daddy. She needed to know that he wasn't mad. If was mad, she would get hurt again. As it was, his scream had scared her. What had happened to her daddy?
"Daddy?" Hermione whispered towards the floor. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to talk, and started shaking when she heard the voices cease.
"What did she just call you?!?" Crabbe Sr asked in disbelief while walking around to Hermione's face. He was stopped by Dolohov grabbing his arm.
"Ahh. Mudblood. I see you learned how to address your superiors." Dolohov all but cackled. "Did you need something?" Dolohov smirked at Crabbe Sr. as he reached out and started messaging his slave's ass. Hermione felt his hand and pushed her ass higher while whimpering.
"I..." Hermione broke down into sobs.
Hermione woke to a tapping on her bedroom window. She was extremely disoriented. Her first thought was that the tapping was something that Dolohov was going to beat her with. Her second thought was wondering why Dolohov had clothed her in her regular pajamas. How did he get them? But as she opened her eyes, she realized that she was safe in her childhood bedroom. Well, safe from physical harm at the hands of Dolohov and Crabbe Sr.
She rubbed her eyes roughly. The tapping at the window was driving her insane. She slowly sad up in bed and turned to see a regular barn owl at the window. It must be the Ministry owl asking when she wanted the Floo set up. She huffed a sigh and went to the window, letting the owl fly into her to alight on the back of her desk chair.
Hermione slowly walked over to the owl and reached out to take the letter tied around the owl's leg. She immediately recognized the seal and was pleased with herself for still maintaining her intelligence in the face of her trauma.
She quickly scribbled out a note apologizing for the change of plans, but under no circumstances was her fireplace to be activated and attached to the Floo Network.
She had told Ron that she was having it set up, but with the letter from the Ministry staring her in the face, Hermione became panicked with the prospect that any wizard could shove their head into her fire place and see her. It just wouldn't do.
She set the owl off with her response and immediately fell back into bed, wincing at the memory of her nightmare, both the real one and what she had dreamt.