!!!IMPORTANT!!!
I just want to point out the fact that I put my story under tragedy. So in
a short warning, my ending will be a VERY sad finale. But lately, I've been
feeling . . . happier than usual so I came up with a semi happier ending. I
want you guys to tell me whether to end it sad or semi happier. Of course,
the ending won't be coming until a few more chapters. But I still want your
decision so I can foreshadow. Thank you!
O and also, this chapter is kind of confusing. If you guys don't get it, tell me and I'll explain it before I submit the next chapter.
Chapter 11: Dangerous Hallucinations
Blurry was what Hermione was feeling every day now. Somehow, the tattoo seems to give off a somewhat drugy effect on Hermione. Her eating disorder did not help much. She found herself walking in zigzag and fainted easily, probably from her lack of food. She was much skinnier now, even more than when she was beaten by her father back at home. There would be blanks in her memory; she couldn't remember what happened from this time to that time. Of course, she could be trying to not remember . . .
On that particular night, she was walking back after an odd, if she dare say it, rescue, by Draco Malfoy. She was cold, as she was only wearing an overlarge robe that belonged to her rescuer. It was around 1 o'clock at night. She was afraid of facing her friends. What would they think of her if she told them what happened? Not that she can. The tattoo on her chest bound her to him. She shivered. She was definitely afraid to face him. What would he do when he finds out that she escaped? She pushed that thought out of her head and concentrated on getting back to her dormitory.
She didn't know how she got back. She supposes her head black out again. But she got back to the Gryffindor common room and she quietly walked into her dormitory. She looked around. She hadn't been there for so long. She walked toward her bed but fainted before she reached it. She fell, unconscious, on the cold floor next to her bed.
"Wait! Did you say Hermione turned up in the middle of the night?"
"Yea. We found her this morning. She fainted on the floor next to her bed. AND-"
"O this is the juicy part."
"*cough* AND she was wearing nothing, except a male's robe." Parvati smiled at herself and her snoopiness.
It was a group of gossip stricken Gryffindors and a dumbstruck Ron and Harry. Although their worries about the whereabouts of their friend is now gone, they have to worry about what happened to her.
"Do you think she'll come down to breakfast?"
"I don't know. I don't know her anymore. She's been very odd this year."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione fought with herself. She came around just in time for breakfast. Yet, half of her wanted to go and see her friends but the other half wants to hide away in her bed. But something inside her made her get dress and make her way to the Great Halls. Draco.
She entered the Great Hall, as normally as she could but looking at all these innocent students made her feel dirty. She was no longer a virgin. Clint took it away from her. The only thing she thought she could control.
"Ron! Harry!" she tried to sound normal.
She saw Harry and Ron turn around at the same time. They had a solemn face. But she didn't like what she heard them say. "Hermione, you dirty whore. You wanted it didn't you? You wanted to have sex with that big shot Clint." "You wanted to lose your virginity didn't you? You enjoyed it didn't you? Every single push he gave you. Every wave of pleasure he entered into you. Every moan you moaned, he moaned, turned you on. Every time his penis slammed into you. You loved it didn't you? Just admit it you slutty whore. YOU DIRTY, SLUTTY WHORE BITCH!" Hermione backed away. She started to cry. "No . . . that's not true . . . I didn't want it . . . please . . . stop! NO!" She saw them advance toward her. She tripped. She tried to edge away. "NO!"
That was the last word she said before she passed out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* What Hermione saw was not what happened. What truly happened was this:
Harry and Ron were discussing what was going on with Hermione when they heard her familiar voice cry out, "Ron! Harry!" They turned their solemn faces around at the same time and Harry said, "Hermione, where have you been? We were so worried." And then Ron said, "I don't think you should come to class today. You should go to the hospital wing, just to make sure you're ok."
But after those words, Ron and Harry saw Hermione, backing away? Why was she backing away? Ron and Harry got out of their seats and advanced toward her.
"Hermione are you ok?"
"No . . . that's not true . . . I didn't want it . . . please . . . stop! NO!"
"Hermione? What are you saying?" They walked closer to her. That was when she tripped.
"NO!" And she fell unconscious.
"Oh my God! Hermione!" Ron and Harry ran toward Hermione and kneeled down next to her side. Everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at what was going on . . .
Draco Malfoy, two tables away, was watching carefully at what had happen. He noticed something no one else saw. The fear. He saw her fear. He saw the expression of her pain when she mutter those words. She thought her friends had abandoned her. Her friends: her only ray of sunlight, her joy. And at that moment, she thought she lost it.
He looked around the hall. Every single person had a curious or scared facial. Every one except Clint. He was smiling mischievously. Not long after Harry and Ron carried Hermione out, Clint left the Great Hall. Draco was worried. Clint will do something. That tattoo thing must be what's making Hermione act so weird. He wanted to go to the hospital wing. But what would people think? Him, a pureblood worried about her, a muggle-born?
Son, what are you doing? Are you feeling? You never felt before.
No father. Go away.
You know I cant. You know I'm watching your every move.
I know.
Then you should know that I saw what you did last night. That boy, he did the right thing. She's nothing. That's what Mudbloods are for, personal pleasuring. You had no right to take her away. Unless you want her to pleasure you.
You have no right to invade my mind. Go away.
Draco shook his head to snap himself back into reality. It's true. He never felt before. And by felt, he means a positive feeling. He has never liked anything or anyone before. Sure he liked seeing Potter and Weasel get in trouble, but he had never liked something that other people can understand. But this year, he feels. He feels about her. And no matter what his father tells him, he will always want and will feel love towards her. Yes, maybe even love. But not now, not yet. Right now he has to go to Potions.
Harry and Ron laid Hermione on one of the beds in the hospital wing.
"She's so cold."
"Let's go find Madame Pomfrey."
And they walked out of the infirmary, making the first big mistake of the day. Within seconds after they left the room, Clint walked in and heaved Hermione into his arm and carried her away.
O and also, this chapter is kind of confusing. If you guys don't get it, tell me and I'll explain it before I submit the next chapter.
Chapter 11: Dangerous Hallucinations
Blurry was what Hermione was feeling every day now. Somehow, the tattoo seems to give off a somewhat drugy effect on Hermione. Her eating disorder did not help much. She found herself walking in zigzag and fainted easily, probably from her lack of food. She was much skinnier now, even more than when she was beaten by her father back at home. There would be blanks in her memory; she couldn't remember what happened from this time to that time. Of course, she could be trying to not remember . . .
On that particular night, she was walking back after an odd, if she dare say it, rescue, by Draco Malfoy. She was cold, as she was only wearing an overlarge robe that belonged to her rescuer. It was around 1 o'clock at night. She was afraid of facing her friends. What would they think of her if she told them what happened? Not that she can. The tattoo on her chest bound her to him. She shivered. She was definitely afraid to face him. What would he do when he finds out that she escaped? She pushed that thought out of her head and concentrated on getting back to her dormitory.
She didn't know how she got back. She supposes her head black out again. But she got back to the Gryffindor common room and she quietly walked into her dormitory. She looked around. She hadn't been there for so long. She walked toward her bed but fainted before she reached it. She fell, unconscious, on the cold floor next to her bed.
"Wait! Did you say Hermione turned up in the middle of the night?"
"Yea. We found her this morning. She fainted on the floor next to her bed. AND-"
"O this is the juicy part."
"*cough* AND she was wearing nothing, except a male's robe." Parvati smiled at herself and her snoopiness.
It was a group of gossip stricken Gryffindors and a dumbstruck Ron and Harry. Although their worries about the whereabouts of their friend is now gone, they have to worry about what happened to her.
"Do you think she'll come down to breakfast?"
"I don't know. I don't know her anymore. She's been very odd this year."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione fought with herself. She came around just in time for breakfast. Yet, half of her wanted to go and see her friends but the other half wants to hide away in her bed. But something inside her made her get dress and make her way to the Great Halls. Draco.
She entered the Great Hall, as normally as she could but looking at all these innocent students made her feel dirty. She was no longer a virgin. Clint took it away from her. The only thing she thought she could control.
"Ron! Harry!" she tried to sound normal.
She saw Harry and Ron turn around at the same time. They had a solemn face. But she didn't like what she heard them say. "Hermione, you dirty whore. You wanted it didn't you? You wanted to have sex with that big shot Clint." "You wanted to lose your virginity didn't you? You enjoyed it didn't you? Every single push he gave you. Every wave of pleasure he entered into you. Every moan you moaned, he moaned, turned you on. Every time his penis slammed into you. You loved it didn't you? Just admit it you slutty whore. YOU DIRTY, SLUTTY WHORE BITCH!" Hermione backed away. She started to cry. "No . . . that's not true . . . I didn't want it . . . please . . . stop! NO!" She saw them advance toward her. She tripped. She tried to edge away. "NO!"
That was the last word she said before she passed out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* What Hermione saw was not what happened. What truly happened was this:
Harry and Ron were discussing what was going on with Hermione when they heard her familiar voice cry out, "Ron! Harry!" They turned their solemn faces around at the same time and Harry said, "Hermione, where have you been? We were so worried." And then Ron said, "I don't think you should come to class today. You should go to the hospital wing, just to make sure you're ok."
But after those words, Ron and Harry saw Hermione, backing away? Why was she backing away? Ron and Harry got out of their seats and advanced toward her.
"Hermione are you ok?"
"No . . . that's not true . . . I didn't want it . . . please . . . stop! NO!"
"Hermione? What are you saying?" They walked closer to her. That was when she tripped.
"NO!" And she fell unconscious.
"Oh my God! Hermione!" Ron and Harry ran toward Hermione and kneeled down next to her side. Everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at what was going on . . .
Draco Malfoy, two tables away, was watching carefully at what had happen. He noticed something no one else saw. The fear. He saw her fear. He saw the expression of her pain when she mutter those words. She thought her friends had abandoned her. Her friends: her only ray of sunlight, her joy. And at that moment, she thought she lost it.
He looked around the hall. Every single person had a curious or scared facial. Every one except Clint. He was smiling mischievously. Not long after Harry and Ron carried Hermione out, Clint left the Great Hall. Draco was worried. Clint will do something. That tattoo thing must be what's making Hermione act so weird. He wanted to go to the hospital wing. But what would people think? Him, a pureblood worried about her, a muggle-born?
Son, what are you doing? Are you feeling? You never felt before.
No father. Go away.
You know I cant. You know I'm watching your every move.
I know.
Then you should know that I saw what you did last night. That boy, he did the right thing. She's nothing. That's what Mudbloods are for, personal pleasuring. You had no right to take her away. Unless you want her to pleasure you.
You have no right to invade my mind. Go away.
Draco shook his head to snap himself back into reality. It's true. He never felt before. And by felt, he means a positive feeling. He has never liked anything or anyone before. Sure he liked seeing Potter and Weasel get in trouble, but he had never liked something that other people can understand. But this year, he feels. He feels about her. And no matter what his father tells him, he will always want and will feel love towards her. Yes, maybe even love. But not now, not yet. Right now he has to go to Potions.
Harry and Ron laid Hermione on one of the beds in the hospital wing.
"She's so cold."
"Let's go find Madame Pomfrey."
And they walked out of the infirmary, making the first big mistake of the day. Within seconds after they left the room, Clint walked in and heaved Hermione into his arm and carried her away.