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Explanations
Hermione stood up, she had no idea where she was; everything was foreign. She was standing in what appeared to be a bed room, but was definitely not her own. Unsure of her whereabouts, she decided to explore and see if she could figure out where she was currently at. The room she was in had an old Victorian look, much as the house it was in; yet still it looked entirely unfamiliar to the brunette.
Stepping outside of the dwelling she realized that the entire house was done in the antique theme as well, but this at least looked familiar. She could have sworn that she had seen it at least once in her life time although she could not place it as to when.
The house seemed to be the only house as far as she could see. The floor was covered with what seemed to be snow, yet she could feel no cold. In fact it was rather warm here, wherever here was. But as Hermione had not eaten anything in a while, she decided to go back into the house to look for some food.
But when she got back into the kitchen, food was not the first thing she found.
"Hello Hermione," came a slow and drawn out voice.
She looked at the familiar handsome man sitting at the kitchen table. "Oh! Professor Irving! Where are we? I am so lost, and…Professor?"
A manic laugh was permeating the room, and it was coming from the dark haired man. He stood up still laughing and walked over to Hermione.
To say the poor woman was startled would be an understatement; she was so startled in fact that she could not move. This made it really easy for Irving to catch her around the waist and pull her up into a passionate kiss.
The feeling of the man's wet lips on her own was enough to bring Hermione to her senses; she began to push against him as much as possible. Unfortunately he was quite strong and the kiss didn't end until he allowed it to.
As soon as she was released Hermione jumped back and soon found herself pressed against the wall. "Get away from me."
"What's wrong Love?" he said cruelly as he took a few steps towards her and looked her over before attacking her lips once more.
Hermione, caught between a wall and a formidable body, could feel the tears rising to her eyes, but she would not cry. When the Professor finally allowed her some breathing room, she could think of nothing for a long time. "Where are we?" she finally managed to inquire.
Smile spreading across his handsome features, the Professor responded, "In a snow globe," before laughing even harder this time.
"Where what? No we can't be! I want to go home!"
This was only met my more of Irving's mad laughter.
"What's so funny?" Hermione could feel the hatred rising in her bosom. Had she had the means, she would have hurt this man right now. But as it was she was entirely defenseless.
Once Irving gained control of his laughter, he said simply, "My dear I'm afraid you will find it rather hard to go anywhere."
"Wh-what do you mean?" She could feel the dread and even fear sinking in.
"Shall I explain then?" his smile grew, "how I love this part! My dear, you are in an enchanted snow globe. This means that without the proper, um, devices, you cannot leave…ever!" The last word was said sharply and was meant to cut.
"But,"
"Of course I couldn't leave you in here forever. No, I will gladly let you out."
Relief spread over Hermione; she should have known better than to have been worried about Irving. He probably only came to help anyways.
"For a price of course."
There it was, the dread had once again returned, squashing every ember of hope left. "And that would be…"
"You must agree, with a Binding Promise Charm, to be… my wife." He paused to watch the words sink in.
Hermione's eyes went wide, she couldn't do that! How could she marry him? Especially now that she had Remus. She didn't realize until Professor Irving began to speak that she had said this last word out loud.
"Remus," he spat out the name as if it were vile, "will no longer be any of your concern! You will either be my wife, or live in here alone forever!" She certainly wouldn't want to live in this old place, all alone and such. He couldn't wait to see the look on Lupin's face when their engagement was announced. It would be priceless.
The young professor was feeling quite impressed and pleased with his cunning. As far as he knew his plan was fool proof. But then he heard a small noise. "Pardon?"
Hermione spoke stronger this time, "I said, 'Never'."
"What?" this was certainly a shock.
"I will not be your bride! Not if you kept me locked in here for the rest of eternity, until naught is left but the heavens. Keep me here till I am old and stooped, until I am sick and frail, until I die! I will not betray my heart!"
"Fool! Do you honestly think that you attraction is worth giving up life for? You would wait here until you die because of a man who is looking for a hot young toy to help him through a midlife crisis! He will forget you."
"That's not true!"
"Oh isn't it? Do you think he could actually love you? You are barely an adult! But young and pretty you are, any old man's fantasy. To him you are just another whore!"
"Stop it!"
"Just a whore."
"Stop!"
"He'll forget you in a week."
"No!"
"Don't worry about him, he'll find you easy to replace probably won't take more than a couple of weeks."
"Shut up!" And he did. Not because of her words, or his own feelings, but because Hermione had shoved the kitchen table so hard, that it lay across the room with its legs facing up.
In a harsh and cold voice, Irving said, "You will not change your mind?"
"No," Hermione said through the tears that were beginning to betray her.
"Fine! So be it! You will live here, with no friends and no love! You will be alone! Forever! But yet," if it was possible, his voice got even harder, "perhaps a day here would clear your mind. I will return tomorrow at nightfall!"
Having said all that he could say, he reached under his robes and took out a necklace that had a charm that looked like the globe that had lain on Hermione's bed. He held it and muttered something too low for Hermione to hear. And then he was gone; leaving the room empty except for a crying Hermione who had sank in tears to the floor.
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I know its short, but I wanted it to be just the one confrontation. I'll try to get the next one up really soon, but Friday is Senior Bondage day where we go play senior games (oh joy! Sarcasm much? Yea.) so I lose my study hall. Oh no! but I will try to be really quick!
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I feel like quoting Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead again (I heart that book!) but I can't find the quote in the book so don't shoot me if you know it and get I have it a lil wrong. (note, here player means actor, not the modern term, think Hamlet times, also a great book, which this is based on.) This is of blood, love, and rhetoric,
PLAYER: (to Guil) I can give you blood and love without the rhetoric. Or I could give you blood and rhetoric without the love. But I cannot give you love and rhetoric without the blood, the blood is essential.
Anyways, I heart that book! well enough of this for now! I love you guys!
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~Atiannala