Discovery ? Chapter 10
"Now, now, don't you fret darling, we'll figure it all out soon." Madam Pomfrey
replied in a cheery tone. Hermione didn't hear those words nor see the dark shadow that
fell across Madam Pomfrey's face. What kind of sick bastard had such a retarded sense
of humor? She wanted to scratch those lines off of her body. No matter how hard she
tried to look away, the serpent always found her eyes, not only roaming around her skin
but eating her inside as well. She rolled up in a ball, hugging her knees as tight as she
could and tucking her head in between. At least in the darkness created by her own flesh
and blood, she couldn't see anything. Or that's what she thought. A pair of red glowing
eyes glowed from the soft curtain of black, blazing their way into her consciousness.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She ripped off the white hospital blanket and
sprung off her cushy mattress. The moment her bare feet touched the cold stone floor,
she lost control. Her feet led themselves, out the door, down the hallways, through
countless staircases. Once they reached their final destination, they stopped and
Hermione's fragile body dropped on to a soft bed waiting for her.
Time seemed to slow down, flowing slowly like melted jello. This feeling
seemed awfully familiar, like it had happened before. A face ventured into her line of
sight. Chloe? No, it was Draco. Wait, how could she be so stupid? It was Stephen, her
one true love. But why did he have a sly smirk on his face, just like Draco? Why
wasn't he waking her up from her trance-like dream?
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Stephen whispered into Hermione's ears.
Everything returned to normal and most of her panic had diminished. Her eyes panned
the room, surveying the scene. It was a cozy room, with a fireplace lit with warm
orange fire, few chairs, sofas, and writing desks. However, something was missing.
There was a sense of emptiness, sadness among the bare walls. There were no paintings,
not even a small one, in this room. The bed that she lay on was in the middle of the
round shaped room. Although there weren't any visible restraints, she couldn't move
her legs nor arms. The murky shadow that hid from her memory surfaced for one brief
second. What was it about right now that seems so familiar? And Stephen, where was
he?
He came within her view once again. He was wearing the standard Wizard's
black cloak. But there was an unusual glint in her eyes. Stephen walked slowly, taking
joy in every step. He sat next to Hermione on the bed and looked straight into her eyes.
"Bondage break, knowledge flow." He chanted while keeping eye contact. It
was as if a barrier in her brain had broken. All the memories came flooding back, the
candles in star formation above her head, Stephen's anger-filled glare as he shot a spell
at her. With a flick of a finger Stephen sent all of Hermione's clothes flying, smacking
into the wall across the room. He traced the lovely design with his cold fingertips.
"I remember how you were kissing him." Stephen began. "The passion in your
touch, hunger in your eyes. That should've been me touching you." He scratched at the
serpent's eyeballs. "Since you didn't like who I was, I decided to change for you. I
accepted the serpent and took upon his needs. The need to feel, have, taste¡¦. And you,
my proud beauty will be my queen." Those words sent a chilling shiver down
Hermione's spine. Stephen's gaze was so strong that Hermione couldn't look in his
direction.
"This is not real, this is a dream. This is not real, this is a dream." She kept on
repeating to herself. But no matter how hard she tried, Stephen's maniac droning never
ceased. There was two sharp points of pain at her abdomen. The eyes of the serpent
were burning red. And right before her eyes, the loathsome snake leaped out of her skin
and sunk it's tainted teeth into her neck.
She screamed and sat up to find herself in the hospital wing.
"Now, now, don't you fret darling, we'll figure it all out soon." Madam Pomfrey was
saying. Driving fear and panic settled their cold grip upon her brain. Crying
hysterically Hermione grabbed hold of Madam Pomfrey's right arm and yelled. "Don't
let me go! Don't let me go!" Flustered by her charge's insane behavior, she grabbed for
the emergency syringes she kept handy. Injecting Hermione with a powerful sleep
potion, she pried herself from Hermione's death grip and ran towards the Headmaster's
office. Surely he would know what to do.
"Now, now, don't you fret darling, we'll figure it all out soon." Madam Pomfrey
replied in a cheery tone. Hermione didn't hear those words nor see the dark shadow that
fell across Madam Pomfrey's face. What kind of sick bastard had such a retarded sense
of humor? She wanted to scratch those lines off of her body. No matter how hard she
tried to look away, the serpent always found her eyes, not only roaming around her skin
but eating her inside as well. She rolled up in a ball, hugging her knees as tight as she
could and tucking her head in between. At least in the darkness created by her own flesh
and blood, she couldn't see anything. Or that's what she thought. A pair of red glowing
eyes glowed from the soft curtain of black, blazing their way into her consciousness.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She ripped off the white hospital blanket and
sprung off her cushy mattress. The moment her bare feet touched the cold stone floor,
she lost control. Her feet led themselves, out the door, down the hallways, through
countless staircases. Once they reached their final destination, they stopped and
Hermione's fragile body dropped on to a soft bed waiting for her.
Time seemed to slow down, flowing slowly like melted jello. This feeling
seemed awfully familiar, like it had happened before. A face ventured into her line of
sight. Chloe? No, it was Draco. Wait, how could she be so stupid? It was Stephen, her
one true love. But why did he have a sly smirk on his face, just like Draco? Why
wasn't he waking her up from her trance-like dream?
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Stephen whispered into Hermione's ears.
Everything returned to normal and most of her panic had diminished. Her eyes panned
the room, surveying the scene. It was a cozy room, with a fireplace lit with warm
orange fire, few chairs, sofas, and writing desks. However, something was missing.
There was a sense of emptiness, sadness among the bare walls. There were no paintings,
not even a small one, in this room. The bed that she lay on was in the middle of the
round shaped room. Although there weren't any visible restraints, she couldn't move
her legs nor arms. The murky shadow that hid from her memory surfaced for one brief
second. What was it about right now that seems so familiar? And Stephen, where was
he?
He came within her view once again. He was wearing the standard Wizard's
black cloak. But there was an unusual glint in her eyes. Stephen walked slowly, taking
joy in every step. He sat next to Hermione on the bed and looked straight into her eyes.
"Bondage break, knowledge flow." He chanted while keeping eye contact. It
was as if a barrier in her brain had broken. All the memories came flooding back, the
candles in star formation above her head, Stephen's anger-filled glare as he shot a spell
at her. With a flick of a finger Stephen sent all of Hermione's clothes flying, smacking
into the wall across the room. He traced the lovely design with his cold fingertips.
"I remember how you were kissing him." Stephen began. "The passion in your
touch, hunger in your eyes. That should've been me touching you." He scratched at the
serpent's eyeballs. "Since you didn't like who I was, I decided to change for you. I
accepted the serpent and took upon his needs. The need to feel, have, taste¡¦. And you,
my proud beauty will be my queen." Those words sent a chilling shiver down
Hermione's spine. Stephen's gaze was so strong that Hermione couldn't look in his
direction.
"This is not real, this is a dream. This is not real, this is a dream." She kept on
repeating to herself. But no matter how hard she tried, Stephen's maniac droning never
ceased. There was two sharp points of pain at her abdomen. The eyes of the serpent
were burning red. And right before her eyes, the loathsome snake leaped out of her skin
and sunk it's tainted teeth into her neck.
She screamed and sat up to find herself in the hospital wing.
"Now, now, don't you fret darling, we'll figure it all out soon." Madam Pomfrey was
saying. Driving fear and panic settled their cold grip upon her brain. Crying
hysterically Hermione grabbed hold of Madam Pomfrey's right arm and yelled. "Don't
let me go! Don't let me go!" Flustered by her charge's insane behavior, she grabbed for
the emergency syringes she kept handy. Injecting Hermione with a powerful sleep
potion, she pried herself from Hermione's death grip and ran towards the Headmaster's
office. Surely he would know what to do.