Drip. Drip. Drip.
It never stops. The water forever runs down the wall. It nourishes the green moss covering the stone. The moss that never sees the daylight. Just like the unfortunate souls that live with this nocturnal plant. Two women who are forced to live her but are unaware of each other's presence. Are unable to find comfort in one another. So they pray for someone to kill them. So they don't have to face the humiliation that is sure to come when they see him.
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Hermione watches the man outside her glass entrapment. He watches her with the same interest. Neither speaks for fear of breaking the moment. She looks away and sits on a tiny bed. He smiles, knowing he won. He walks forward and the glass moves aside and allows him to pass without intrusion.
"Why?" She asks.
"No hello? Fine. I need you. You're brain. I'll just ignore your lineage." Draco Malfoy said. He was hoping she would agree fast because he still had to deal with that Weasley girl.
"I find that hard to believe." Hermione said with malice. She didn't look at him. If she did, she'd see the devil inside of him instead of the prat from Hogwarts.
"Hmm...look at me." He commands. Draco watches Hermione turn around and look at the devil. He notices that her eyes don't necessarily look into his. This makes him slightly upset.
"What?" Hermione asks. She stares at his nose. Not able to look directly at his eyes.
"You have no choice. It doesn't matter. I'm just going to ask you nicely. If you need convincing I'll just get someone else to come in here." Draco notices Hermione become rigid. He smirks.
"I don't care if you get him to come in here. I can handle him. I know how he thinks." Hermione whispers. She doesn't believe her own words. The last thing she wants is that boy to come back.
"Fine. As you wish."
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REBELS RITE
Harry Potter gave a moving speech this afternoon about the kidnappings of fellow followers Virginia Weasley and Hermione Granger. Both were taken during the night by followers of Draco Malfoy, the new dark lord.
Ron Weasley was the most grief stricken considering these two women are both close to him. Virginia is Ron's sister and only surviving sibling. Hermione was Ron's beloved friend and they were reportedly inseparable during their days at Hogwarts.
All possible means are being taken to insure the safe return of these two women and the downfall of the dark lord.
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"What the fuck? Harry!!!" Ron crumpled the newsletter in his hand and threw it in the nearby fireplace.
Harry looked up from his desk and gave a questioning look at Ron.
"Ron Weasley was the most grief stricken. Since when? I fucking captured one of them!" Ron quoted the newsletter and yelled to the office that he helped kidnap someone.
"Obliviate. Now shut up! I'm not going to do that ever time you let something slip. I had to make it look that you were hurt. It will gather supporters so be quiet." Harry continued with his work on his desk.
Ron just watched open-mouthed. He was completely dumbfounded. His reputation was at stake and now he looked like a wimp.
"Ron there's a head in your fireplace." Harry said simply.
Ron turned around about to yell at whoever was about to disturb him till he recognized the face. Shit.
"You are to go to the dungeons and convince Ms. Granger that she is to join us. Understood?" Malfoy's face commanded.
Ron just nodded. When the face disappeared he turned to a staring Harry and gave a sneaky smirk.
All Harry could say was, "Don't."
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Hermione Granger once again sat alone in the dark cell. The glass gave the illusion that she wasn't trapped at all. That she was free and able to walk around. She found out in her first hour that she was mistaken.
"Good evening dear. How are you? Never mind, I know the answer. You must be overjoyed to hear my voice once again." Ron leaned against the glass. Hermione shivered. She should have known that Malfoy would send him. Ron came up behind Hermione and ran his finger down her spine. She didn't move. Just go away.
"Stop Ron." Hermione begged. Ron lifted his caressing finger and stood up. Hermione was a bit surprised but didn't let it show.
"I'm hurt. What happened between us?" Ron slid next to her hands in a prayer position. A smile plastered on his face. "Dear Hermione, how I wish we could be friends again. I wish nightly that all this would disappear and that we would be on some island somewhere with flowers in your hair." Ron touched Hermione's hair and twirled it around his finger. He sniffed and brushed away fake tears.
"Fuck off." Ron quickly grabbed and slammed her to the ground. He straddled her waist and brought his lips next to her ear.
"Fine, be a bitch. Just remember that I now OWN you. Malfoy may make the decisions but he gave me to you. I can do anything to you." To prove his point he roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed it. Hermione gave a slight cry and tears began to slide down her face.
"Ron, that doesn't look like convincing to me." Malfoy stood in front of them watching the disgusting performance in front of him. Ron brought his forehead against hers. His eyes wandered to the mark on her neck that he gave her the night before. He briefly smiled.
"I know. She wasn't cooperating. I decided she needed to be punished."
"I see. Well, you may leave now. Go speak to your sister. And please refrain from any actions that I've seen you do to Ms. Granger." Malfoy drawled. Ron got up reluctantly and went down the corridor. "Are we ready to help yet?"
"No. nothing will cause me to break." Hermione defiantly said.
"You do realize Ron isn't the only one I could send in here? There are worse people that I could allow in." Draco whispered running his hands through her hair in a comforting way.
"I understand."
"You're way too difficult. Be prepared to say hello to your parents then." Draco got up and walked through the glass.
"But my parents are dead." Hermione's voice made Draco stop.
"Au revoir mon amie."
It never stops. The water forever runs down the wall. It nourishes the green moss covering the stone. The moss that never sees the daylight. Just like the unfortunate souls that live with this nocturnal plant. Two women who are forced to live her but are unaware of each other's presence. Are unable to find comfort in one another. So they pray for someone to kill them. So they don't have to face the humiliation that is sure to come when they see him.
...:...:...:...
Hermione watches the man outside her glass entrapment. He watches her with the same interest. Neither speaks for fear of breaking the moment. She looks away and sits on a tiny bed. He smiles, knowing he won. He walks forward and the glass moves aside and allows him to pass without intrusion.
"Why?" She asks.
"No hello? Fine. I need you. You're brain. I'll just ignore your lineage." Draco Malfoy said. He was hoping she would agree fast because he still had to deal with that Weasley girl.
"I find that hard to believe." Hermione said with malice. She didn't look at him. If she did, she'd see the devil inside of him instead of the prat from Hogwarts.
"Hmm...look at me." He commands. Draco watches Hermione turn around and look at the devil. He notices that her eyes don't necessarily look into his. This makes him slightly upset.
"What?" Hermione asks. She stares at his nose. Not able to look directly at his eyes.
"You have no choice. It doesn't matter. I'm just going to ask you nicely. If you need convincing I'll just get someone else to come in here." Draco notices Hermione become rigid. He smirks.
"I don't care if you get him to come in here. I can handle him. I know how he thinks." Hermione whispers. She doesn't believe her own words. The last thing she wants is that boy to come back.
"Fine. As you wish."
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REBELS RITE
Harry Potter gave a moving speech this afternoon about the kidnappings of fellow followers Virginia Weasley and Hermione Granger. Both were taken during the night by followers of Draco Malfoy, the new dark lord.
Ron Weasley was the most grief stricken considering these two women are both close to him. Virginia is Ron's sister and only surviving sibling. Hermione was Ron's beloved friend and they were reportedly inseparable during their days at Hogwarts.
All possible means are being taken to insure the safe return of these two women and the downfall of the dark lord.
...:...:...:...
"What the fuck? Harry!!!" Ron crumpled the newsletter in his hand and threw it in the nearby fireplace.
Harry looked up from his desk and gave a questioning look at Ron.
"Ron Weasley was the most grief stricken. Since when? I fucking captured one of them!" Ron quoted the newsletter and yelled to the office that he helped kidnap someone.
"Obliviate. Now shut up! I'm not going to do that ever time you let something slip. I had to make it look that you were hurt. It will gather supporters so be quiet." Harry continued with his work on his desk.
Ron just watched open-mouthed. He was completely dumbfounded. His reputation was at stake and now he looked like a wimp.
"Ron there's a head in your fireplace." Harry said simply.
Ron turned around about to yell at whoever was about to disturb him till he recognized the face. Shit.
"You are to go to the dungeons and convince Ms. Granger that she is to join us. Understood?" Malfoy's face commanded.
Ron just nodded. When the face disappeared he turned to a staring Harry and gave a sneaky smirk.
All Harry could say was, "Don't."
...:...:...:...
Hermione Granger once again sat alone in the dark cell. The glass gave the illusion that she wasn't trapped at all. That she was free and able to walk around. She found out in her first hour that she was mistaken.
"Good evening dear. How are you? Never mind, I know the answer. You must be overjoyed to hear my voice once again." Ron leaned against the glass. Hermione shivered. She should have known that Malfoy would send him. Ron came up behind Hermione and ran his finger down her spine. She didn't move. Just go away.
"Stop Ron." Hermione begged. Ron lifted his caressing finger and stood up. Hermione was a bit surprised but didn't let it show.
"I'm hurt. What happened between us?" Ron slid next to her hands in a prayer position. A smile plastered on his face. "Dear Hermione, how I wish we could be friends again. I wish nightly that all this would disappear and that we would be on some island somewhere with flowers in your hair." Ron touched Hermione's hair and twirled it around his finger. He sniffed and brushed away fake tears.
"Fuck off." Ron quickly grabbed and slammed her to the ground. He straddled her waist and brought his lips next to her ear.
"Fine, be a bitch. Just remember that I now OWN you. Malfoy may make the decisions but he gave me to you. I can do anything to you." To prove his point he roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed it. Hermione gave a slight cry and tears began to slide down her face.
"Ron, that doesn't look like convincing to me." Malfoy stood in front of them watching the disgusting performance in front of him. Ron brought his forehead against hers. His eyes wandered to the mark on her neck that he gave her the night before. He briefly smiled.
"I know. She wasn't cooperating. I decided she needed to be punished."
"I see. Well, you may leave now. Go speak to your sister. And please refrain from any actions that I've seen you do to Ms. Granger." Malfoy drawled. Ron got up reluctantly and went down the corridor. "Are we ready to help yet?"
"No. nothing will cause me to break." Hermione defiantly said.
"You do realize Ron isn't the only one I could send in here? There are worse people that I could allow in." Draco whispered running his hands through her hair in a comforting way.
"I understand."
"You're way too difficult. Be prepared to say hello to your parents then." Draco got up and walked through the glass.
"But my parents are dead." Hermione's voice made Draco stop.
"Au revoir mon amie."
