Chapter 5: Hands in the Dark
It has been two week since the train incident. Hermione is confused. She was so scared when she walked out of that room . . .
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She didn't want to go to the restroom after what had happened. Slowly, she walked pass Draco and headed for her compartment where Harry and Ron were waiting. She paused before she entered, dried her eyes and went in as normally as she could.
After the feast, she saw Clint. She tried to avoid eye contact but . . .
"Mindy! Good luck this year!" It was as if nothing happened! Hermione backed away. She couldn't have imagined the whole incident.
"Mindy, what's wrong?"
"On the train you . . ."
"I sat with my friends and you sat with yours. Are you sure you're ok?"
Hermione pushed her suspension out of head. "O, I don't know what's wrong with me. I must have been dreaming. I'm sorry. I'm gonna go to my dorm now."
"Alright, hope I'll see you!"
With that, Hermione walked to the Fat Lady's portrait in bewilderment. Did she imagine the whole thing? Did the beating from her father get to her head? If so, could she never think straight again? It's not Clint; Clint would never do that. I have to stop my inappropriate hallucinations. She thought. That night she slept in guilt.
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Hermione is in the library. It's 10 o'clock at night. She's just finishing up a couple of essays. She is tired. Slowly, she packed her essays into her bag and picked up her reference books to put back on the selves. With her book bag on her shoulder, she strolls out of the library and was climbing the stairs when she abruptly tripped and fell backwards and came tumbling down the stairs. Her wounded ribs started to act up. She looked around, rubbing her ribs she realized that she was in the dungeon part of the castle. The fastest way to get to the Gryffindor tower is to cross the dungeon and climb the stairs on the other side. Shivering as she got up, she carefully made her way across the dungeon. Suddenly, a pair of strong arm grabbed her by the waist and dragged her into one of the unused dungeon. It was a large and dark room. The only light came from a small, broken down chandelier on ceiling. The middle of the room was lowered by a couple steps with only a large table placed in the very center of it. There were chains hanging from the ceiling from the far end of the room to the middle.
"Silenco totallous" someone muttered the silence spell.
That was the last thing Hermione heard before she was knocked unconscious . . .
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When Hermione came around, her feet and her hands were chained to the table in the lowered center of the room. She realizes that she was completely naked again, except this time, she didn't even have her underwear on.
She could see a dark figure moving in the shadow of the room. When she realized that it was a man, she started to scream.
"Save your breath, this room is completely locked and completely sound proof. There's no way anyone will find you."
"Why-please just-let me go!"
"Not until I've done what I came to do."
And with that the dark figure came out of the shadow . . .
It has been two week since the train incident. Hermione is confused. She was so scared when she walked out of that room . . .
*~*~*~*~*
She didn't want to go to the restroom after what had happened. Slowly, she walked pass Draco and headed for her compartment where Harry and Ron were waiting. She paused before she entered, dried her eyes and went in as normally as she could.
After the feast, she saw Clint. She tried to avoid eye contact but . . .
"Mindy! Good luck this year!" It was as if nothing happened! Hermione backed away. She couldn't have imagined the whole incident.
"Mindy, what's wrong?"
"On the train you . . ."
"I sat with my friends and you sat with yours. Are you sure you're ok?"
Hermione pushed her suspension out of head. "O, I don't know what's wrong with me. I must have been dreaming. I'm sorry. I'm gonna go to my dorm now."
"Alright, hope I'll see you!"
With that, Hermione walked to the Fat Lady's portrait in bewilderment. Did she imagine the whole thing? Did the beating from her father get to her head? If so, could she never think straight again? It's not Clint; Clint would never do that. I have to stop my inappropriate hallucinations. She thought. That night she slept in guilt.
*~*~*~*~*
Hermione is in the library. It's 10 o'clock at night. She's just finishing up a couple of essays. She is tired. Slowly, she packed her essays into her bag and picked up her reference books to put back on the selves. With her book bag on her shoulder, she strolls out of the library and was climbing the stairs when she abruptly tripped and fell backwards and came tumbling down the stairs. Her wounded ribs started to act up. She looked around, rubbing her ribs she realized that she was in the dungeon part of the castle. The fastest way to get to the Gryffindor tower is to cross the dungeon and climb the stairs on the other side. Shivering as she got up, she carefully made her way across the dungeon. Suddenly, a pair of strong arm grabbed her by the waist and dragged her into one of the unused dungeon. It was a large and dark room. The only light came from a small, broken down chandelier on ceiling. The middle of the room was lowered by a couple steps with only a large table placed in the very center of it. There were chains hanging from the ceiling from the far end of the room to the middle.
"Silenco totallous" someone muttered the silence spell.
That was the last thing Hermione heard before she was knocked unconscious . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*
When Hermione came around, her feet and her hands were chained to the table in the lowered center of the room. She realizes that she was completely naked again, except this time, she didn't even have her underwear on.
She could see a dark figure moving in the shadow of the room. When she realized that it was a man, she started to scream.
"Save your breath, this room is completely locked and completely sound proof. There's no way anyone will find you."
"Why-please just-let me go!"
"Not until I've done what I came to do."
And with that the dark figure came out of the shadow . . .