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A/N: Second chapter. This is part present, part flashback. The dates should clue you in. Drop me a note? Flames are welcome.
Reign In Blood: Cirque Du Freak
------------------------------------------------ About two months later: March 13 ------------------------------------------------
Hermione looked out her dormitory window to the vast grounds below. She could see the icy, black, tedious lake that taunted her constantly. It was almost as haunting as Ron's piercing stare. She would love more than anything to be able to go on late night strolls like she used to.
Just Hermione and herself. Herself and Hermione.
'I can't do that anymore,' she thought to herself as she looked along the eye-catching blanket of darkness. Ron was ubiquitous and wouldn't allow her to go anywhere without him knowing or accompanying her. Hermione sighed and looked below again.
The lake had a small, white-colored sliver basking in the center. Hermione looked above her.
The moon. Of course. She knew it well. It represented her hope. Her salvation and deliverance.
A few amethyst-shaded clouds with gray linings stirred themselves in front of the orb. Shadows descended over the grounds and Hermione quickly felt misplaced, yet contented.
She had begun to relate to the darkness and silhouettes of the night quite often more than not. 'It's just like me,' she thought as the moon slipped in and out of view.
"Traitor," Hermione whispered to the silver moon above her.
The girl sighed and looked down at her hands. They were covered with cuts and bruises. Her whole body was in the same state: swollen and pained. For some reason, her maimed body mirrored her state of mind. Hermione thought vaguely about her sanity. Or lack of it, rather.
Hermione realized that insanity is reached by those abused, it matters not whether it be physically or mentally. Always is insanity something to fear when the victims are aware of their lost sanity, and rejoice in it. Insanity alone is hard to defeat but when they come together...
"That's another story," Hermione said aloud.
She then wondered hazily if Rapunzel was insane because of being locked up all those years in a tower. Hermione had a lot in common with Rapunzel. They probably would have gotten on very well.
Then, Hermione pitied Rapunzel. 'At least I can go to class and such,' Hermione thought to herself. But, still, she hated being in a nearly identical situation to a faery tale goddesses.
"Hey. Rapunzel," Hermione said, "Forget the ladder. I know a much faster way down."
Hermione almost laughed to herself at the ironical state of the entire situation. Hermione was in living hell and it was driving her up the wall. But there's nothing she can do about it. She's stuck forever.
'He'll probably just kill me one day,' she thought.
Hermione glanced out her window yet again. She missed the old Ron. She felt her eyes well up with tears. She missed him more than she missed her happiness. He stole her happiness and her heart, but she didn't want them back.
He can keep them...
------------------------------------------------------------ About four months earlier: late September ------------------------------------------------------------
"How was your day?" a gentle tone whispered in Hermione's ear. The tone of his voice sent pleasant chills down her spine. The lips of the voice then proceeded to kiss her ear and collarbone.
Hermione purred as she tilted her head back, giving Ron full access to her neck. She could feel him smiling on her skin as his hands explored her hair.
"Good," Hermione breathed as she felt her mind and heart racing. She moved her arms to around his neck, "And – and - yours?" she asked.
"Can't complain," Ron said as he pulled away (to Hermione's disappointment) and sat across from the girl. He picked up a roll of parchment and said, "Hermione, could you maybe help me with this essay I have to write? It's – for -..."
He looked up at Hermione and instantly felt a mass forming below his waist. He hadn't gotten a good look at her from standing behind her, but...
Hermione looked adorable.
She had a ruffled look about her and she was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his favorite boxers (which were rolled several times). Hermione was gorgeous and she was wearing Ron's clothes. Also, she was pouting and that didn't help Ron to control himself.
"What is it?" Ron asked, laughing. He suddenly wished they were much closer together. Hermione bounced slightly in her chair and pouted some more, "You just left," she said. Hermione then cocked her head to the left and ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
Ron couldn't take it anymore. Immediately, he was off the chair (parchment flying everywhere) and leaning over a table, kissing his girlfriend full on the mouth.
He kissed Hermione hard and he tongue was begging for entrance. She promptly granted it and kissed back just as firm as she had been given. The kiss rapidly turned very passionate and both teenagers were obviously completely hormone controlled.
Hermione broke the kiss briefly and moaned, "Ron – I – want –"
He kissed her again and helped her up off the chair, "Are you sure? It's a school night," Ron sneered playfully.
Hermione laughed as she grabbed Ron's hand roughly. She practically dragged him across the common room and up the stairs to her dormitory.
Laughter could be heard as the couple made their way to the heaven they were to meet above...
A/N: Second chapter. This is part present, part flashback. The dates should clue you in. Drop me a note? Flames are welcome.
Reign In Blood: Cirque Du Freak
------------------------------------------------ About two months later: March 13 ------------------------------------------------
Hermione looked out her dormitory window to the vast grounds below. She could see the icy, black, tedious lake that taunted her constantly. It was almost as haunting as Ron's piercing stare. She would love more than anything to be able to go on late night strolls like she used to.
Just Hermione and herself. Herself and Hermione.
'I can't do that anymore,' she thought to herself as she looked along the eye-catching blanket of darkness. Ron was ubiquitous and wouldn't allow her to go anywhere without him knowing or accompanying her. Hermione sighed and looked below again.
The lake had a small, white-colored sliver basking in the center. Hermione looked above her.
The moon. Of course. She knew it well. It represented her hope. Her salvation and deliverance.
A few amethyst-shaded clouds with gray linings stirred themselves in front of the orb. Shadows descended over the grounds and Hermione quickly felt misplaced, yet contented.
She had begun to relate to the darkness and silhouettes of the night quite often more than not. 'It's just like me,' she thought as the moon slipped in and out of view.
"Traitor," Hermione whispered to the silver moon above her.
The girl sighed and looked down at her hands. They were covered with cuts and bruises. Her whole body was in the same state: swollen and pained. For some reason, her maimed body mirrored her state of mind. Hermione thought vaguely about her sanity. Or lack of it, rather.
Hermione realized that insanity is reached by those abused, it matters not whether it be physically or mentally. Always is insanity something to fear when the victims are aware of their lost sanity, and rejoice in it. Insanity alone is hard to defeat but when they come together...
"That's another story," Hermione said aloud.
She then wondered hazily if Rapunzel was insane because of being locked up all those years in a tower. Hermione had a lot in common with Rapunzel. They probably would have gotten on very well.
Then, Hermione pitied Rapunzel. 'At least I can go to class and such,' Hermione thought to herself. But, still, she hated being in a nearly identical situation to a faery tale goddesses.
"Hey. Rapunzel," Hermione said, "Forget the ladder. I know a much faster way down."
Hermione almost laughed to herself at the ironical state of the entire situation. Hermione was in living hell and it was driving her up the wall. But there's nothing she can do about it. She's stuck forever.
'He'll probably just kill me one day,' she thought.
Hermione glanced out her window yet again. She missed the old Ron. She felt her eyes well up with tears. She missed him more than she missed her happiness. He stole her happiness and her heart, but she didn't want them back.
He can keep them...
------------------------------------------------------------ About four months earlier: late September ------------------------------------------------------------
"How was your day?" a gentle tone whispered in Hermione's ear. The tone of his voice sent pleasant chills down her spine. The lips of the voice then proceeded to kiss her ear and collarbone.
Hermione purred as she tilted her head back, giving Ron full access to her neck. She could feel him smiling on her skin as his hands explored her hair.
"Good," Hermione breathed as she felt her mind and heart racing. She moved her arms to around his neck, "And – and - yours?" she asked.
"Can't complain," Ron said as he pulled away (to Hermione's disappointment) and sat across from the girl. He picked up a roll of parchment and said, "Hermione, could you maybe help me with this essay I have to write? It's – for -..."
He looked up at Hermione and instantly felt a mass forming below his waist. He hadn't gotten a good look at her from standing behind her, but...
Hermione looked adorable.
She had a ruffled look about her and she was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his favorite boxers (which were rolled several times). Hermione was gorgeous and she was wearing Ron's clothes. Also, she was pouting and that didn't help Ron to control himself.
"What is it?" Ron asked, laughing. He suddenly wished they were much closer together. Hermione bounced slightly in her chair and pouted some more, "You just left," she said. Hermione then cocked her head to the left and ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
Ron couldn't take it anymore. Immediately, he was off the chair (parchment flying everywhere) and leaning over a table, kissing his girlfriend full on the mouth.
He kissed Hermione hard and he tongue was begging for entrance. She promptly granted it and kissed back just as firm as she had been given. The kiss rapidly turned very passionate and both teenagers were obviously completely hormone controlled.
Hermione broke the kiss briefly and moaned, "Ron – I – want –"
He kissed her again and helped her up off the chair, "Are you sure? It's a school night," Ron sneered playfully.
Hermione laughed as she grabbed Ron's hand roughly. She practically dragged him across the common room and up the stairs to her dormitory.
Laughter could be heard as the couple made their way to the heaven they were to meet above...