Daft Git
Chapter Seven: Victor
A week had passed and Hermione received Victor's response. The offer was in fact still open. Hermione was going to go to Hogsmeade on the first day of the holidays, and travel by floo powder to Victor's flat at 1 o'clock.
Since Victor was out of school, he had moved out of his parents' house and into a flat in southern Bulgaria. He told Hermione that he'd clean it up a bit for her stay. Hermione was glad she was leaving Hogwarts for the first time in her life. It had become unbearable since Jasmine stole Ron from her. Hermione couldn't stand to be around that for the holidays. They were supposed to be a happy time of the year, but all she could do was mope around. She didn't bother to get Ron anything for Christmas. Why should she?
The first day of the holidays came and she traveled to Hogsmeade alone. She picked up presents for Harry, Ginny, and Victor. By the time she had done all this, it was nearly noon. She went to The Three Broomsticks for a glass of butter beer.
She sat there, sipping her drink slowly and reminiscing about what was going to happen during her stay with Victor. She'd probably tell him what was going on with Ron, if she was in the right mood. She didn't know what exactly he had in store for her, but she didn't care. He was a nice guy, unlike some people....
One o'clock came sooner than expected, so she grabbed her bags and headed to the fireplace. She took a small handful of floo powder and said "Victor's flat," as she dropped the floo powder. A swirl of fireplaces came and went before her eyes, as her body went hurling though the abyss. She felt like she was going to be sick. Just then, the spinning stopped, and so did she. She landed in a large dark room. She looked around and saw that it looked a bit like a cross between the defense against the dark arts room and the potions room. It looked damp and gloomy. Maybe it was underground. She touched the stone walls to see if they were damp. Much to her dismay, they were. It wasn't a very cozy place. Just then, someone put their hand on her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Hello Hermy-own- ninny. I've been vaiting vor you."
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Hermione whipped around to see Victor smiling at her. He didn't look as slouched or as surly. He looked better than he had at Hogwarts.
"How haff you been, Hermy-own-ninny?"
"Oh, um, okay I suppose." She said as she put on a fake smile.
"Vots vrong? You seem deestant."
"Oh, let's not talk about that now." Hermione said, trying to change the subject. She didn't feel like breaking into tears the minute she had arrived.
He merely nodded and took Hermione's bags and set them down on the floor. He walked over to the sofa and sat down. Hermione sat down beside him. They talked about what they've been doing for the past year. He told her about how Quidditch was beginning to get boring. Writing letters back and forth only held so much information after all.
After a few hours of chatting, Victor mentioned to Hermione that there was a spare room for her to stay in. So, she got her things and unpacked while he made dinner.
They continued their conversation as they ate. The food wasn't that good, but she only had to live with it for a two weeks. Besides, she was used to not eating. This wouldn't faze her at all.
Over the next few days, Victor took Hermione around his town, stopping at various shops and pubs along the way. She became really interested in the history of Bulgaria. This was good for her. She was forgetting all about Ron, but she wasn't developing feelings for Victor. He was just a friend.
On her ninth night there, when they were sitting on the sofa yet again, Hermione finally told Victor about Ron. She told him how they admitted their feelings to each other, and how it all went wrong. She told him about finding Ron and Jasmine kissing. He nodded and grunted in response. He seemed concerned. At least that's what it looked like. She could never quite read his expressions. She told him everything, including the main reason she came to visit him; to get away from it all.
"Hermy-own-ninny?" He said as he looked into her eyes.
"Yes, Victor?"
"I can help you get avay from it all.." He moved closer to her and kissed her. She didn't respond. She just sat there and received it. He pressed further. His body exploring hers. She didn't know what to do. She was in shock. Everything around her was blurring. A rushing sound was filling her head...she couldn't think.....she couldn't stop him....she didn't want to do this...but she didn't even try stopping him. She just took it.
He took off his shirt and gave her an extremely intense look. She was now laying back down on the sofa, with him on top of her. She couldn't breath.......
He took off her shirt and bra, exposing her flesh. She shivered. She couldn't let him do this.....she wasn't supposed to do this with him.....but everything happened so fast...she just.didn't have time to react.
He took the rest of his clothing off and stripped her of hers as well. She was shaking. This wasn't rape, but then what was it? She stared up at him with a mixture of fear and shock on her face. He didn't seem to notice. She felt numb. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body became limp as she heard him cast the contraception charm...then, she felt immense pain in her lower regions.
It was terrifying. She just laid there while he did...that...to her. She would have stopped him, but she had changed so drastically over the past few months, that nothing seemed real. Everything in her life was a blur, including this. Ron had made her loose all sense of reason. Victor was just..there....it just..was happening..it was spinning out of control.
The pain was overwhelming. Not just the physical pain, but the emotional pain as well. She was trying to grasp exactly why she wasn't stopping him, but no matter how much she tried, everything would blur. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to scream in agony. She heard a final moan come from him as he collapsed on top of her. He got up and went to his room, leaving Hermione laying on the couch, crying.
As she cried, she thought about everything that had happened. She didn't know why he did what he did. It was completely unlike Victor...or maybe...that was the true Victor all along..she just never saw him for who he really was...maybe Ron was right about him all along.
She still had a few more days with him, but she couldn't stay there any longer. Compared to this, the torture waiting at Hogwarts for her was heaven. She didn't like what she had become. She needed to go back to being the old Hermione. At least then she was happy. So, she packed her bags and left, without saying one word to Victor. Then as she fell out of the fireplace in the Three Broomsticks, the thought dawned on her as if it were for the first time that night...
"Oh god......what have I done..."
A/N : Hey! Okay, I know this was totally out of character for Hermione, but if you couldn't tell why she let this happen, I'll tell you. She has been so out of it that she can't focus on anything. Everything is numb. Victor showed his true colors and she did nothing to stop it, even though she didn't want to be doing that with him in the first place. So, it just..happened. See what I'm saying? Yeah, I know, it's all one big soap opera. So anyway, thank you all so much for the reviews! I love it! Happy reading everyone! (please review! Pretty please!!!!!)
Chapter Seven: Victor
A week had passed and Hermione received Victor's response. The offer was in fact still open. Hermione was going to go to Hogsmeade on the first day of the holidays, and travel by floo powder to Victor's flat at 1 o'clock.
Since Victor was out of school, he had moved out of his parents' house and into a flat in southern Bulgaria. He told Hermione that he'd clean it up a bit for her stay. Hermione was glad she was leaving Hogwarts for the first time in her life. It had become unbearable since Jasmine stole Ron from her. Hermione couldn't stand to be around that for the holidays. They were supposed to be a happy time of the year, but all she could do was mope around. She didn't bother to get Ron anything for Christmas. Why should she?
The first day of the holidays came and she traveled to Hogsmeade alone. She picked up presents for Harry, Ginny, and Victor. By the time she had done all this, it was nearly noon. She went to The Three Broomsticks for a glass of butter beer.
She sat there, sipping her drink slowly and reminiscing about what was going to happen during her stay with Victor. She'd probably tell him what was going on with Ron, if she was in the right mood. She didn't know what exactly he had in store for her, but she didn't care. He was a nice guy, unlike some people....
One o'clock came sooner than expected, so she grabbed her bags and headed to the fireplace. She took a small handful of floo powder and said "Victor's flat," as she dropped the floo powder. A swirl of fireplaces came and went before her eyes, as her body went hurling though the abyss. She felt like she was going to be sick. Just then, the spinning stopped, and so did she. She landed in a large dark room. She looked around and saw that it looked a bit like a cross between the defense against the dark arts room and the potions room. It looked damp and gloomy. Maybe it was underground. She touched the stone walls to see if they were damp. Much to her dismay, they were. It wasn't a very cozy place. Just then, someone put their hand on her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Hello Hermy-own- ninny. I've been vaiting vor you."
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Hermione whipped around to see Victor smiling at her. He didn't look as slouched or as surly. He looked better than he had at Hogwarts.
"How haff you been, Hermy-own-ninny?"
"Oh, um, okay I suppose." She said as she put on a fake smile.
"Vots vrong? You seem deestant."
"Oh, let's not talk about that now." Hermione said, trying to change the subject. She didn't feel like breaking into tears the minute she had arrived.
He merely nodded and took Hermione's bags and set them down on the floor. He walked over to the sofa and sat down. Hermione sat down beside him. They talked about what they've been doing for the past year. He told her about how Quidditch was beginning to get boring. Writing letters back and forth only held so much information after all.
After a few hours of chatting, Victor mentioned to Hermione that there was a spare room for her to stay in. So, she got her things and unpacked while he made dinner.
They continued their conversation as they ate. The food wasn't that good, but she only had to live with it for a two weeks. Besides, she was used to not eating. This wouldn't faze her at all.
Over the next few days, Victor took Hermione around his town, stopping at various shops and pubs along the way. She became really interested in the history of Bulgaria. This was good for her. She was forgetting all about Ron, but she wasn't developing feelings for Victor. He was just a friend.
On her ninth night there, when they were sitting on the sofa yet again, Hermione finally told Victor about Ron. She told him how they admitted their feelings to each other, and how it all went wrong. She told him about finding Ron and Jasmine kissing. He nodded and grunted in response. He seemed concerned. At least that's what it looked like. She could never quite read his expressions. She told him everything, including the main reason she came to visit him; to get away from it all.
"Hermy-own-ninny?" He said as he looked into her eyes.
"Yes, Victor?"
"I can help you get avay from it all.." He moved closer to her and kissed her. She didn't respond. She just sat there and received it. He pressed further. His body exploring hers. She didn't know what to do. She was in shock. Everything around her was blurring. A rushing sound was filling her head...she couldn't think.....she couldn't stop him....she didn't want to do this...but she didn't even try stopping him. She just took it.
He took off his shirt and gave her an extremely intense look. She was now laying back down on the sofa, with him on top of her. She couldn't breath.......
He took off her shirt and bra, exposing her flesh. She shivered. She couldn't let him do this.....she wasn't supposed to do this with him.....but everything happened so fast...she just.didn't have time to react.
He took the rest of his clothing off and stripped her of hers as well. She was shaking. This wasn't rape, but then what was it? She stared up at him with a mixture of fear and shock on her face. He didn't seem to notice. She felt numb. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body became limp as she heard him cast the contraception charm...then, she felt immense pain in her lower regions.
It was terrifying. She just laid there while he did...that...to her. She would have stopped him, but she had changed so drastically over the past few months, that nothing seemed real. Everything in her life was a blur, including this. Ron had made her loose all sense of reason. Victor was just..there....it just..was happening..it was spinning out of control.
The pain was overwhelming. Not just the physical pain, but the emotional pain as well. She was trying to grasp exactly why she wasn't stopping him, but no matter how much she tried, everything would blur. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to scream in agony. She heard a final moan come from him as he collapsed on top of her. He got up and went to his room, leaving Hermione laying on the couch, crying.
As she cried, she thought about everything that had happened. She didn't know why he did what he did. It was completely unlike Victor...or maybe...that was the true Victor all along..she just never saw him for who he really was...maybe Ron was right about him all along.
She still had a few more days with him, but she couldn't stay there any longer. Compared to this, the torture waiting at Hogwarts for her was heaven. She didn't like what she had become. She needed to go back to being the old Hermione. At least then she was happy. So, she packed her bags and left, without saying one word to Victor. Then as she fell out of the fireplace in the Three Broomsticks, the thought dawned on her as if it were for the first time that night...
"Oh god......what have I done..."
A/N : Hey! Okay, I know this was totally out of character for Hermione, but if you couldn't tell why she let this happen, I'll tell you. She has been so out of it that she can't focus on anything. Everything is numb. Victor showed his true colors and she did nothing to stop it, even though she didn't want to be doing that with him in the first place. So, it just..happened. See what I'm saying? Yeah, I know, it's all one big soap opera. So anyway, thank you all so much for the reviews! I love it! Happy reading everyone! (please review! Pretty please!!!!!)