~ When Insanity stops ~
Summary: At the end of Hermione's fifth year, she feels depressed about all the stuff that has happened. One morning upon waking up, Hermione finds someone else in bed with her. And that's the only the start of this interesting tale.
AN: This is a Friday Fic. Meaning that is will be updated on Friday's and Friday alone.
Summer between
Fifth year and Sixth Year
Hermione's Room
Turning off her bedroom light, Hermione wipes away the tears with the back of her hand. How stupid could he have been? Why did he have to taunt her? Chocking back a sob, she pulls back the linen on her bed. Sliding in between the bed sheets, Hermione says a quick prayer that Harry's doing all right.
Closing her tired eyes, she struggles with everything that has happened in the past three weeks. I can't believe that he's gone! Poor Harry, now who's going to tell him about his parents?
Slowly she drifts
into sleep. The dream broke itself into
fragments.
A circle of dark cloaked wizard, stand around them like pillars. One laughs cruelly, "Stupid insipid Muggles! Do you really think you have a chance against us!" The wizards close in on them.
"Hermione, can you hear me? Everything is going to be just fine. Hermione? Please say something…. anything?" croaks a heartbroken voice.
"Hey Mione," shouts Fred over a dull noise. "Come look at our latest invention!" Tilting her head, she could barely make out George in the thick white fog. "No. I'd rather not!"
"Crucio!" Pain; sharp thousand tiny little knives cutting into her. Loud screaming echoing around.
"How could you?" Glaring at the red head. "He trusts you! And you have been lying to him this entire time!" Reaching into the school bag. "Just you wait until I have my wand." Hearing the person attempting to defend their actions. "I don't care! You had no right."
"Mione? Please talk to me," whispers Neville.
"Harry you need to finish your lessons! I don't care if you take them with Dumbledore or Snape, but you need to finish them." Seeing green eyes flashing angrily, "Why? It's pointless! He's gone, nothing is going to bring him back!"
"Crucio!"
Please make the pain stop, I can't take it any more! Help me!
Feeling out of breath, looking into his bright green eyes. Hermione grips his hands tightly before demanding, "Harry, have I ever lied to you?"
Oh my god! Oh that feels so good. "More… oh…please…" Damn his tongue should be illegal!
Death-eaters! Lots of them, glancing around her, Hermione makes a fast decision. Kneeing down, "Get down! Before they see you!" Taking a sharp breath. "Listen to me, BE QUITE! There is a way back to school; it's in the basement. It's important that the minute you get back that you inform Dumbledore that there are Death-eaters in Hogsmead."
"Crucio!"
"You stupid
pompous prat!" Hermione shrieks as she
advances on the blurry flaming red head. "You should be kissing the
ground your
mother walks on!"
"Your father's dead," states a man wearing a pale white cloak. He won't look me in the eye to tell me that. "And my mum?" The man sneers coldly, "Your mother will be joining him before the nights out".
"Don't you dare take your angry out on me!" bellows Hermione. Staring Harry down. "Yes, I am keeping things from you! I have too, lives count on it. You need to finish your lessons, and when you do, I'll tell you everything that I know!"
"Look Mione," snaps Ron. "You don't know everything! You're just book smart, you're not even pretty." Bleary tears leak out, causing Ron to smear. "I'm only friends with you to get better grades!"
Pounding a fist into his back, Hermione shouts, "Put me down! You over grown CHILD!" Radiating pain answers her when he slaps her bottom. "That hurt!"
"Crucio!"
Nuzzling his head, a soft moan escapes her lips. His gentle laugh tickles her neck. Running a shaking hand over his bareback. "Oh, someone's in the mood." Finding his earlobe, sucking, tugging on it. "You can say that again."
Sharp pain radiates throughout Hermione's body. Must keep my mind focused, Harry needs me. Finally the pain slowly fades. Limply looking at the tall pale blonde standing in front of a man sitting on a silver throne.
"Harry," croaks out Hermione. Sitting down in one of the chairs. "Ron did his part perfectly." Concerned eyes look at her. "What? I was suppose to cry and be upset, if I didn't people wouldn't have believed him." A ghost of a smile flashes across Harry's face. "As long as it's not real."
"Mione." His gentle hands grip hers. "I want you to know that I never intend on what happened to happen." Looking up into his bright blue eyes. "I know." Cupping his face, smiling softly before leaning in. A sweet kiss turns passionate.
"Crucio!"
"Mione! Please! You can't tell him," desperately gasps a girl's voice. "He wouldn't understand why we have…." Swirling around, Hermione hisses, "WE? Who's we?"
"Let's see just what the mudblood can handle," hisses a menacing voice, his red eyes flashing. "When you're done, kill her and move on to Potter!"
Mrs. Weasley's voice, "I can't believe you call yourself a professional! How dare you!" She rants at the man in the white cloak.
"Crucio!"
"I love the
smell of freshly baked cookies," laughs
Molly as she pulls the cookie sheet out the oven. "Ginny
do be a dear, and hand the plate over to Mrs.
Granger." Soft clattering of
silverware, "Oh Molly, please call me Gwen!"
"Hermione!" shouts Harry as he reaches out to her.
"Good day class.
My Name is Professor Weasley!
Yes, I'm related to Ronald Weasley, even if
I don't have the red hair."
"MUM! DAD! WHREE
ARE YOU!" Helpless swaps Hermione. "ANSWER ME!"
"Hermione
Elizabeth Granger, I love you."
"Crucio!"
"Hermione, can
you hear me? Everything is going to be
just fine. Hermione? Please
say
something…. anything?" croaks a heartbroken voice.
Slowly waking up, Hermione squints her eyes shut, and yawns. Stretching her feet, then her arms. She slowly becomes aware of her surroundings. A heavy feeling lies gently against her stomach. Crookshanks? What's she doing laying down on top of me? Mum is going to kill me if she leaves cat hair all over the blankets!
Cracking open one eye, Hermione looks up at the pristine white ceiling. When I'm no longer underage, I'm going to enchant my ceiling like the dinning halls. I would add a rainbow or two. Shifting her eyes off the ceiling, Hermione picks her head up from the pillow.
The first Hermione notice that is drastically different is the wall of windows. Tall beautiful magical windows, line the whole wall. Swiping light golden curtains hang from the panes. What in haven's name? Where did that come from? Flopping her head back on the pillow, Hermione takes several deep breaths.
I must still be sleeping. Pinching herself, Hermione once again raises her head. The windows are still there! Ok, don't panic! Reaching down to push Crookshanks off under the covers, a solid warm object comes into contact with her hand. Oh LORD! That's someone's arm.
Swallowing hard, she gently lifts her hand with a feather light touch; she traces the arm up until the shoulder. Taking a breath, Hermione turns her head. Releasing a soft breath, with a shaking hand, Hermione lifts the pillow
Taking in the details of the sleeping person. Black hair, kind of long. Full mouth, cute nose! Wait did I just think cute nose? Focus Hermione! Slowly, Excruciatingly slow, Hermione moves her shaking hand close to the strangers face. Brushing aside some of the hair. It looks like…no it can't be. Gasping for breath, Hermione wrenches her hand away before abruptly sitting up. Clutching her chest, she forces herself to slow down her breathing before she passes out.
Slowing her breath, Hermione lowers her face into her hands. Upon contact, she feels a hard object hit her face just above her eyebrow. Closing her eyes, she lowers her hands. Progressively opening her eyes, Hermione is greeted by the sight of a plain gold band around her ring finger. I'm married! Bloody hell, what is going on?
Taking a good look about the room, she was sleeping in. Blinking to make certain it wasn't a fantasy. From the off white walls, tastefully lined with a few chosen wizarding photos to the hardwood floors, I must be in heaven. Peering down, the bed linen was a comforting shade a green. The bed was one that Hermione had been begging her mother for, since she was thirteen. A slay bed! With matching vanity mirror and dresser.
Vacating the bed in hushed speed, Hermione looks down. Gasping at the romantic tea rose cotton lawn slip she was wearing. At least it covers everything unlike what Lavender and Parvati wear.
Going over to the dresser, Hermione opens the top drawer. Inside in neat separate spaces was socks, underwear both his and hers. Several combs, a few hair clips, and bottles of Wizard's Hair Tamer. That stuff is much better then the stuff I used in fourth year. Pulling out of pair of socks, some fresh underwear and a hair clip, Hermione closes the drawer.
Scrutinizing the wizarding photos that were on the wall, Hermione sees that would either wave or display a scene. One was from first year. Some had Remus and Sirius along with James. Over the slay bed, was one that held just the couple gazing lovingly at each other.
Spotting two double doors that look like the closet. Pushing one door open, her breath catches, in awe. Clean, crispy new beautiful robes hanging there along side comfortable muggle cloths. Wrestling a smile, she picks the comfortable blue jeans over the robes, complementing the look with a pale pink short sleeve sweater.
Closing the closet door, she spots the bathroom to her left. Walking inside was like walking onto a deserted beach. Calm, breezy clean air with a kiss of sea salt floats around the room. Instead of an ocean, a wide two person English bathtub was against the right hand wall. Directly in front of her was a walk in shower; to the left was a deep sink. My perfect bathroom! WOW. Whoever is trying to make me believe this is going to a lot of trouble.
Spinning on her heel, she swiftly walks back into the bedroom, not even sparing a glance to the man sleeping in the bed.
It's time to find out who's doing this.
Until Later