Chapter 3: The Rescue
She woke up; not knowing what time it was, probably sometime in the night. All she knew was the water level was now up to her head. The room was small so the water filled up fast. She also found that she was crying in her sleep again. Looking around, she found the closest pipe and grabbed on to it in order to heave herself up. She stood for a couple seconds but fell hard back into the water. She was too weak. Now she panicked. She waited. She needed to be on that train tomorrow.
Hermione was 14. Although the torture started a year ago, it never got so bad that she thought her life was threatened. Slowly, Hermione's will power is fading. Sometimes, she flinches when she sees men on the streets. She's constantly afraid, she's afraid.
About a couple hours later, Hermione listened; she couldn't hear a thing. He must be asleep. Knowing so, she felt safer. Suddenly the basement door flung open. It was too dark to see who it was, all she could make out was a shadow of: a man. She edged away, then,
"Mindy.it's me."
Only one person ever called her Mindy.
"Clint? Is that you?"
"Yea, Mindy, are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she lied, "but I can't get up."
Clint swiftly jumped into the water that was almost up to his hips, and carried Hermione in his arms. He quickly carried her back into her room. Lightly, he laid her on her bed, only to find that she had fainted again. Seeing her in the light, he realized that she was only wearing a bra and panties. She must be freezing. He found a large T-shirt and walked over to put it on her, but seeing her like this was so inviting. He hesitated for a moment. However, he resisted and put the T-shirt on her.
*** Clint was a handsome and popular Slytherin, going into his seventh year at Hogwarts. Hermione had always thought of him as another Slytherin but found that was different after seeing him on a muggle street last summer, just when her father's problems started. She thought she loved him, she thought he was different from the other Slytherins, she thought, she thought..
Clint sat in a chair in the corner, shadowed by the dark, watching her get up. Hermione finally started to come around. At first she lied there, then
"Clint, thank you," she said weakly," but I have to leave this place, where is he? Where did he go?"
"He's out"
"Getting drunk again, what time is it?"
"It's three in the morning."
"I have to go, or he wont let me on the train tomorrow."
"Ok, here, let me help you pack, where are your stuff?"
"It's all in the drawer in his room."
"Ok, you just get your clothes and I'll get your stuff." For a second, their eyes met and Hermione quickly looked away. She never looked away when their eyes met before.
"Thanks, thanks, for everything."
"Mindy, look me in the eye and say you are ok?"
"Yea, I'm fine." Hermione said not really meeting his eye. Clint walked toward her, and arched down to give her a kiss but she quickly turned away.
"I'll go get your stuff."
He walked away, leaving her confused.
She woke up; not knowing what time it was, probably sometime in the night. All she knew was the water level was now up to her head. The room was small so the water filled up fast. She also found that she was crying in her sleep again. Looking around, she found the closest pipe and grabbed on to it in order to heave herself up. She stood for a couple seconds but fell hard back into the water. She was too weak. Now she panicked. She waited. She needed to be on that train tomorrow.
Hermione was 14. Although the torture started a year ago, it never got so bad that she thought her life was threatened. Slowly, Hermione's will power is fading. Sometimes, she flinches when she sees men on the streets. She's constantly afraid, she's afraid.
About a couple hours later, Hermione listened; she couldn't hear a thing. He must be asleep. Knowing so, she felt safer. Suddenly the basement door flung open. It was too dark to see who it was, all she could make out was a shadow of: a man. She edged away, then,
"Mindy.it's me."
Only one person ever called her Mindy.
"Clint? Is that you?"
"Yea, Mindy, are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she lied, "but I can't get up."
Clint swiftly jumped into the water that was almost up to his hips, and carried Hermione in his arms. He quickly carried her back into her room. Lightly, he laid her on her bed, only to find that she had fainted again. Seeing her in the light, he realized that she was only wearing a bra and panties. She must be freezing. He found a large T-shirt and walked over to put it on her, but seeing her like this was so inviting. He hesitated for a moment. However, he resisted and put the T-shirt on her.
*** Clint was a handsome and popular Slytherin, going into his seventh year at Hogwarts. Hermione had always thought of him as another Slytherin but found that was different after seeing him on a muggle street last summer, just when her father's problems started. She thought she loved him, she thought he was different from the other Slytherins, she thought, she thought..
Clint sat in a chair in the corner, shadowed by the dark, watching her get up. Hermione finally started to come around. At first she lied there, then
"Clint, thank you," she said weakly," but I have to leave this place, where is he? Where did he go?"
"He's out"
"Getting drunk again, what time is it?"
"It's three in the morning."
"I have to go, or he wont let me on the train tomorrow."
"Ok, here, let me help you pack, where are your stuff?"
"It's all in the drawer in his room."
"Ok, you just get your clothes and I'll get your stuff." For a second, their eyes met and Hermione quickly looked away. She never looked away when their eyes met before.
"Thanks, thanks, for everything."
"Mindy, look me in the eye and say you are ok?"
"Yea, I'm fine." Hermione said not really meeting his eye. Clint walked toward her, and arched down to give her a kiss but she quickly turned away.
"I'll go get your stuff."
He walked away, leaving her confused.