Hey Hey! Sorry for the long update! Spyware sucks! But I'm back now, so no worries!
Kashiaga: Hehehe, I'll think about it... No, really, don't you worry about a thing. Ronnikins won't forget about Hermy...too often... Hehehe
SassyChick12: wow, thanks for not being vague... Ah well, thanks for putting me on your favorites, I feel so appreciated!
Please, please, please review! I really want to reach at least sixty reviews! If I do, I'll put in a bonus chapter! And maybe even a sequel!
I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No foot steps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
-I'm With You by: Avril Lavigne
She was alone, had been for at least two days. It was strange. Draco never left her alone that long. He loved hurting her too much.
Not that she minded. Being alone was her sanctuary, her safe place. It was where she went to in her mind when she needed peace, when he was raping her, when she thought of Ron. She pretended she was alone, alone in darkness. When she was first brought to the room at the bottom of the stairs, she was never alone. She had been tortured, all the while waiting for her savior to burst through the door. But days had gone by and he never came. She hadn't wanted to be alone, then. But she found being alone was the best. At least when she wasn't waiting for something, anything, to give her a sign he was coming for her. Then it was her nightmare.
Ron was showing Sandra the flat, all two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen, and closet they felt could pass for a living room. She immediately found it to her liking and had settled on the couch, while he made them tea. He walked in to find her rummaging around in the side-table drawer.
"Find anything to your liking?" She jumped and whirled around, startled.
"Sorry... I...uh...was just wondering why you don't have any photos or anything anywhere." He looked around. It was true, he didn't keep pictures or anything personal or sentimental. Shortly after Harry and he had gotten the apartment, he had walked in to find that Harry had put up pictures of them. He went around and tore them down, telling Harry that if he ever saw them again, he would throw them into the fire. He didn't like anything that reminded him of...her. Sandra cleared her throat, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, um, I'm not really a sentimental type of guy." He hoped his tone of voice would get the point across that he didn't ever want to discuss it again. She obviously did, because afterwards she sipped her drink quietly, not wanting to disturb his thoughts.
He walked down the steps. He could see her quivering. Whether it was from fear or rage, he never could tell, could have been both. He grabbed her wrist. It had to have hurt her, but she gave him no satisfaction through a noise or grimace. She never did. Not that he could blame her.
He slowly dragged her into a lock room next to her own. He threw her unceremoniously into the bath and ran the water. It was freezing as always. At first he would try to get her to respond by freezing her or burning her, but it never worked. He just stayed with the freezing now.
"Bath time," he said as she worked his hands over her body. That was why he accepted the job. To feel a woman's skin, ah, it was wonderful. He looked at her face. There was no hint of emotion. Her eyes were glazed over and she was staring off into space. Her muscles were relaxed, like nothing could harm her. He didn't like that. He hit her a few times, slapped her face, but nothing would bring her out of her stupor.
"That's enough, Wormtail," his master said from behind him. Hermione's head snapped over to look at him. "I'll take Miss Granger now." Wormtail bowed out of the room and walked up the stairs.
Kashiaga: Hehehe, I'll think about it... No, really, don't you worry about a thing. Ronnikins won't forget about Hermy...too often... Hehehe
SassyChick12: wow, thanks for not being vague... Ah well, thanks for putting me on your favorites, I feel so appreciated!
Please, please, please review! I really want to reach at least sixty reviews! If I do, I'll put in a bonus chapter! And maybe even a sequel!
I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No foot steps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
-I'm With You by: Avril Lavigne
She was alone, had been for at least two days. It was strange. Draco never left her alone that long. He loved hurting her too much.
Not that she minded. Being alone was her sanctuary, her safe place. It was where she went to in her mind when she needed peace, when he was raping her, when she thought of Ron. She pretended she was alone, alone in darkness. When she was first brought to the room at the bottom of the stairs, she was never alone. She had been tortured, all the while waiting for her savior to burst through the door. But days had gone by and he never came. She hadn't wanted to be alone, then. But she found being alone was the best. At least when she wasn't waiting for something, anything, to give her a sign he was coming for her. Then it was her nightmare.
Ron was showing Sandra the flat, all two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen, and closet they felt could pass for a living room. She immediately found it to her liking and had settled on the couch, while he made them tea. He walked in to find her rummaging around in the side-table drawer.
"Find anything to your liking?" She jumped and whirled around, startled.
"Sorry... I...uh...was just wondering why you don't have any photos or anything anywhere." He looked around. It was true, he didn't keep pictures or anything personal or sentimental. Shortly after Harry and he had gotten the apartment, he had walked in to find that Harry had put up pictures of them. He went around and tore them down, telling Harry that if he ever saw them again, he would throw them into the fire. He didn't like anything that reminded him of...her. Sandra cleared her throat, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, um, I'm not really a sentimental type of guy." He hoped his tone of voice would get the point across that he didn't ever want to discuss it again. She obviously did, because afterwards she sipped her drink quietly, not wanting to disturb his thoughts.
He walked down the steps. He could see her quivering. Whether it was from fear or rage, he never could tell, could have been both. He grabbed her wrist. It had to have hurt her, but she gave him no satisfaction through a noise or grimace. She never did. Not that he could blame her.
He slowly dragged her into a lock room next to her own. He threw her unceremoniously into the bath and ran the water. It was freezing as always. At first he would try to get her to respond by freezing her or burning her, but it never worked. He just stayed with the freezing now.
"Bath time," he said as she worked his hands over her body. That was why he accepted the job. To feel a woman's skin, ah, it was wonderful. He looked at her face. There was no hint of emotion. Her eyes were glazed over and she was staring off into space. Her muscles were relaxed, like nothing could harm her. He didn't like that. He hit her a few times, slapped her face, but nothing would bring her out of her stupor.
"That's enough, Wormtail," his master said from behind him. Hermione's head snapped over to look at him. "I'll take Miss Granger now." Wormtail bowed out of the room and walked up the stairs.