A New Kind of Enemy
Summary- The gang is seventeen now and in their seventh year at Hogwarts. Voldemort is gone, along with the majority of the deatheaters, including Lucius Malfoy. Hermione has been dating Victor Krum ever since the Yule Ball in their fourth year, and has fallen deeply in love with him. But sometimes people surprise you, and aren't who you though they were. Hermione discovers this about two people, two people she has known for the greater part of her life, and two people who will be working on two opposite extremes, one trying to save her, and one trying to destroy her.
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or anything related to the Harry Potter world. Ms. Rowling has the pleasure of that.
Spoilers- Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Pairing- Hermione Granger / Victor Krum at first, but will be a Hermione Granger / Draco Malfoy
"Hermione!"
et your fat ass down here and cook me my breakfast!" Hermione cringed at
the once thickly accented voice. The voice, along with the charm and compassion
she once knew in her boyfriend, Victor Krum, was gone. She now knew the person
under the quiddich robes. And it terrified her. "Mione! I said get down
here!" His deep voice thundered through the halls of the stony manor.
Hermione sighed, and started walking down the steps slowly, and came face to
face with a very angry Victor, holding two letters, each with writing she
recognized as Ron and Harry's.
"I thought I told you you where not allowed to
receive letters from those bastards?" He spat at her throwing the letters
into the fire.
"I cant help it Victor." She said pleadingly.
"You wont let me owl them to tell them to stop!" His hand flew up and
slapped her across the face. "Don't talk back to me bitch!" He yelled
as she winced, and drew back. "Victor, I-I-" Smack! Again, his fish
met her jaw line. Hermione fell to the floor, tears threatening to fall.
"Now," Victor said calmly, almost cheerfully, "what's for
breakfast?"
Hermione got onto her feet and walked over to the stove and turned it on, to
make eggs. "You know Mione," Victor said, slipping his arms around
her waist, his voice silky"
"Mione." he purred again, taking his hand and slowly rubbing her
upper leg, "lets go upstairs" "No Victor," Hermione said
quietly, knowing very well what he wanted upstairs, "I need to took your
breakfast, and I-" In one quick motion, Victor grabbed Hermione's hand and
slammed it onto the red- hot frying pan, sending Hermione into a pain filled
cry. "Don't!" "Stop contradicting me, bitch!"
Victor had grabbed Hermione by the hair and was pulling her up to his eye
level. "Now," he said, menacingly. "You will give me what I
want, what I deserve, WHO gave you flowers nearly every week scence we started to date? Who gave you that necklace
you're wearing? Who gave you cards, and candy, and all the LOVE you could ever
want?" Victor's voice started to get labored, as he was very aroused, his
hands traveling and exploring places she didn't want anyone, especially him,
touching.
"Please," Hermione said, in a barely audible whisper, "not
again" "Oh yes Hermione," he grinned hungrily, "you have no
choice"
~
"Harry!
Wait up!" Ginny Weasly ran up behind Harry, who
was walking through the gardens outside the Weasly
cottage. "Harry," she started, suddenly feeling very self conscious
unsure of herself. "Yes Gin?" Harry asked.
"Well, I wanted to ask you something." She paused, waiting for an
acknowledgement from Harry. "Why," She started carefully, "Why
have you been looking at me so oddly?" She stepped back, and suddenly
noticed Harry had, of course, changed as well.
"Well Gin," Harry said with an embarrassed, but confident grin,
"you have changed a lot, your not really Ron's little sister anymore, you
have started to mature too. No, your not just Ron's little sister anymore, Your
Ginny, a 16 year old growing very fast into a woman."
Ginny looked at him and smiled. She wasn't expecting an answer that heartfelt,
but she loved it. She said "Thanks Harry." And gave him a friendly
hug, which to her surprise, he returned. Harry then sat down on the grass,
looking at the flowers surrounding them. Ginny followed suite. "You know
Gin," Harry said, his eyes serious and smiling at the same time. "We
never had a truly serious talk, yet I have known you as long as Ron. "Your right." Ginny agreed, also smiling.
"So are we going to have a nice heart to heart of not?"
Harry was surprised at her boldness, but instead of calling her on it, he said
"Well Miss Virginia Weasly,
what do you want to do with your life? What do you want to do when you graduate
from Hogwarts?"
"Well," she started, carefully thinking, I want to go into the medical
field. "Wow Gin." Harry said, surprised and impressed. He couldn't
believe the shy first year Gryffindor who had a crush on him so long ago had
matured into this woman, who had such amazing deems and goals.
"That's a great goal." Harry said, truly meaning it. "And I have
no doubt in my heart you will achieve it. My career choice pales in comparison;
I just want to play Quiddich." Ginny smiled, having guessed that already.
She had seen him fly, felt the magic around him, and saw the sheer happiness in
him eyes when he flew.
"Don't be silly, that's a wonderful goal, and you know what? I KNOW you'll
make it, because any team would be nuts not to go for a completely great
quidditch player like you, your special Harry Potter.
And there they sat, for what seemed like hours, just discussing everything,
from their adventure in the Chamber of secrets, to other future plans, to old
crushes, Voldemort, (Ginny was not afraid to say his name) They talked about
all of Ginny's brothers, and Harry's lack of, and Hermione.
Before they realized it, it had started getting dark out, and the sun was
setting. Ginny felt so happy, and so at peace. She had never had a conversation
like that, but there was something different, but what? "Oh my goodness."
She said to herself, realizing what was different. "I don't like him
anymore."
~
Hermione
sat in a curled up ball on the bathroom floor, leaning against a beautiful
porcelain bathtub. The door was locked, yes, but it would take very little
effort for Victor to break down the door, or just simply use alohamora and
magic it open.
Hermione whimpered, touching a yellow-black bruise on her arm. She hurt all
over, not just from physical scares and bruises, but from emotional torture.
Victor was asleep in the bed he made them share, and she had slipped out as
quietly as she could. "I am trash." She mumbled miserably. "I am
a poor excuse for a witch, a stupid Mudblood, just
what Malfoy has been saying for years."
Hermione's thoughts turned to Draco Malfoy. He has recently lost his father,
Lucius Malfoy. Voldemort, being the cruel animal he was, killed him with the Avada Kadavera curse, one of
three unforgivable curses. Voldemort had risen from Harry's blood back in their
fourth year, and had, miraculously, never gained much power after. He had,
though, caused an uproar in the wizarding
world, but soon he became gradually crazier and crazier, killing anything and
anyone, one of the "ones" was Lucius Malfoy. Soon after killing him,
Voldemort attempted to go back into hiding, but was soon captured and killed by
Albus Dumbledore. So much for immortality.
Hermione stopped thinking about death, even though she was truly not sorry for
the loss. She went back to thinking about herself.
"I cannot even make these stupid bruises go away. And it was true, she
could not. Hermione was not permitted to wear her hair the way she liked (down
and sleek, thanks to her makeover) she had to wear it in a bun, and she was not
permitted to wear makeup, or use her wand, unless it was somehow to Krum's
benefit.
"I feel so alone, what did I do to deserve this?" Hermione's world
was slowly crumbling down around her, and her best friends where miles and
miles away, in an entirely different country. "How will I get out of
this?" she wondered to herself. Her parents where coming to Bulgaria to get her, and
although she would be free of him for awhile, she still knew there was no
hiding from Victor Krum, Champion Quiddich player, and national Icon.
"Maybe I should tell Ron and Harry." A small voice was saying as she
desperately racked her brain for any ideas to get out of this horrible
relationship, but another voice quickly answered "No! You'll only put them
in danger, and get them killed, Victor is capable of anything, and he was he
power to do it." Hermione sighed in defeat. It was true. How many times
had Victor threatened their lives, along with hers, if she ever told anyone?
No, she was keeping everyone safe by keeping them ignorant.
Hermione did brighten, however, at the prospect of going back to Hogwarts. You
cannot aparate into or out of the school, and she
would be completely safe there. And she would definitely know if Victor Krum
had appeared in the school.
Bitterly she thought of all the giggling girls that would be everywhere.
"Why me?" She thought miserably as she crept back into the bed once
more. "Why me?" She fell into a fitful sleep.
The next day, Hermione jumped out of bed, Victor had already gone downstairs.
She was going home! She walked over to the full-length bronze mirror. Her cheek
looked awful. "Slipped off a broom" she mumbled and quickly dressed into
a pair of fitted blue jeans and a light yellow long sleeved top, it showed off
her eyes, and covered her bruises. She applied makeup to cover all the marks on
her face, and a touch of mascara.
She walked down the spiral staircase with aw much dignity and grace as she
could muster and was met at the bottom with another slap on the face. "I
thought I told you you can't wear that crap!" Victor was staring coldly at
her, fuming with anger. "I-I needed t-to make my cheek look bet-better."
She tried to say, without crying again. He resolved at this, and grinned at
her. "You know," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her thin
waist. "You look hot without those ugly marks all over your face, and your
parents will be here soon, I want to have another go before you go." He
grabbed her violently, but before he could do anything, the immense doorbell
rang throughout the house. Hermione sighed with relief, silently thanking her
parents for always wanting to be early about everything. She thanked the Lord,
she was going home!"
