"This is ridiculous Harry. Absolutely not. No way. Impossible."
"It's the only way," Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "Unless you've got a better idea, we're going with my plan. No one else is going to do anything about it. They'll all watch her rot away in a mental institution. She's not crazy. I see it in her eyes. Our Hermione's still in there. I'm getting her out of there, no matter what it takes. Are you with me or not?"
Ron sighed. "I'm in."
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Harry and Ron quickly walked through the hallways, Harry rapidly laying out his couragous plan on liberating Hermione.
"We're going to need a few more people. Someone fast, someone strong, someone that can create a number of believable disturbances." Harry said this all very fast, moving his hands in a number of different directions.
The boys heard a voice from behind them. "Where do you want me?"
They turned around and grinned when they saw none other than Ginny Weasley, carrying her broom under one arm, brandishing her wand like a sword.
"Ginny, you are exactly the person we are looking for. All we need is to get a hold of Fred and George, and we're good to go. We'll leave tonight."
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Hermione tilted her head around in a circle as she listened to the droning voice of her appointed therapist.
"Here, we TALK, we talk about our problems. It helps us to let go, and move on with the rest of our lives. Look sweetie, I know you want to get out of here, but that's never going to happen unless we start to make some progress. You've been here a week already, and you've barely spoken. Your parents tell me that you used to talk all the time. You were a very smart girl. I bet you still are. Why don't you tell me about what happened to you? Tell me how you feel."
Hermione stared blankly at the woman in front of her. She pretended to faint so the orderly's would take her away. The therapist sighed.
"I know you're in there Hermione," she shouted, as the nurses pulled the girl's slumping figure from the chair. "I'll reach you one day. One day I'll reach you."
Yes I'm in here, but you'll never find me. Only he can find me.
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Hermione sat in her room later that night, staring out the window at the stormy sky. An attractive male attendant watched over her.
"Looking for him aye my little beauty?"
She pretended as if she didn't hear him. He chuckled. "Don't worry, he ain't out there. Just rest yer pretty little head on the pillow and let me take care of you."
He picked her up from the chair and carried her to the bed. She stared to make muffled sounds of protest. "Shh, shh it's ok. Don't worry darlin'," he whispered, bringing his hand to her breast. "I'll take care of you all right."
He squeezed her breast hard and moved his mouth to hers. "Mmmm, you look so damn good. I can see why he's after you. Any man would be. So sexy."
He pulled down the front of her flimsy hospital gown and rolled her nippled between his fingers. She gave out a little gasp and the man grinned madly. "Oh, you like that do you? You won't tell anyone about us will you little beauty?"
Hermione just stared at him with her large brown eyes.
"You look so innocent, so young, so tasty..." he murmered.
He brought his mouth to her chest and was about to taste for himself, when none other than Draco Malfoy appeared in the tiny hospital room, a torrent of black and gray colors surrounding him.
"Leave her be, she's MINE!" he bellowed, walking toward the bed. The man cowered and jumped away from Hermione. Draco gingerly sat down and stroked his broken angel's hair.
"How are you?" he said softly.
She just looked up at him in fear.
Draco gripped her hair a little harder. "I said, how are you?"
"I-I'm allright."
"It doesn't look like it. What did he think he was doing," Draco said menacingly, motioning to the man who was quietly trying to crawl towards the door."
"Oh no you don't," Draco said loudly, freezing the man in his place.
"Don't worry, he will pay for whatever he did."
"I didn't want it Draco. He forced me."
"I know. Don't be stupid."
He picked up her finger and licked his ring. "You would never want anyone else now. Don't you think I know? I know."
Hermione shuddered and tryed to pull away.
"Don't fight it my beautiful slave. I have you in every way I ever wanted. You are mind completely now. They can't even get the brand off of your arm. You belong to ME."
She tryed to smile. She couldn't understand the mixed feelings that were going on inside her head. Yes, she hated him, but she also felt something else, something sick inside, something growing. Was it love? No, it couldn't be. How could anyone love such a creature.
"Come on," he hissed, picking Hermione's frail capsule off the bed and carrying her toward the window. "We're getting you out of here."
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Outside, a young boy with jet black hair looked up at Hermione's window. "We're too late," he whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Malfoy has beaten us once again."
A/N: Thanx for being patient. This is not the end!
"It's the only way," Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "Unless you've got a better idea, we're going with my plan. No one else is going to do anything about it. They'll all watch her rot away in a mental institution. She's not crazy. I see it in her eyes. Our Hermione's still in there. I'm getting her out of there, no matter what it takes. Are you with me or not?"
Ron sighed. "I'm in."
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Harry and Ron quickly walked through the hallways, Harry rapidly laying out his couragous plan on liberating Hermione.
"We're going to need a few more people. Someone fast, someone strong, someone that can create a number of believable disturbances." Harry said this all very fast, moving his hands in a number of different directions.
The boys heard a voice from behind them. "Where do you want me?"
They turned around and grinned when they saw none other than Ginny Weasley, carrying her broom under one arm, brandishing her wand like a sword.
"Ginny, you are exactly the person we are looking for. All we need is to get a hold of Fred and George, and we're good to go. We'll leave tonight."
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Hermione tilted her head around in a circle as she listened to the droning voice of her appointed therapist.
"Here, we TALK, we talk about our problems. It helps us to let go, and move on with the rest of our lives. Look sweetie, I know you want to get out of here, but that's never going to happen unless we start to make some progress. You've been here a week already, and you've barely spoken. Your parents tell me that you used to talk all the time. You were a very smart girl. I bet you still are. Why don't you tell me about what happened to you? Tell me how you feel."
Hermione stared blankly at the woman in front of her. She pretended to faint so the orderly's would take her away. The therapist sighed.
"I know you're in there Hermione," she shouted, as the nurses pulled the girl's slumping figure from the chair. "I'll reach you one day. One day I'll reach you."
Yes I'm in here, but you'll never find me. Only he can find me.
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Hermione sat in her room later that night, staring out the window at the stormy sky. An attractive male attendant watched over her.
"Looking for him aye my little beauty?"
She pretended as if she didn't hear him. He chuckled. "Don't worry, he ain't out there. Just rest yer pretty little head on the pillow and let me take care of you."
He picked her up from the chair and carried her to the bed. She stared to make muffled sounds of protest. "Shh, shh it's ok. Don't worry darlin'," he whispered, bringing his hand to her breast. "I'll take care of you all right."
He squeezed her breast hard and moved his mouth to hers. "Mmmm, you look so damn good. I can see why he's after you. Any man would be. So sexy."
He pulled down the front of her flimsy hospital gown and rolled her nippled between his fingers. She gave out a little gasp and the man grinned madly. "Oh, you like that do you? You won't tell anyone about us will you little beauty?"
Hermione just stared at him with her large brown eyes.
"You look so innocent, so young, so tasty..." he murmered.
He brought his mouth to her chest and was about to taste for himself, when none other than Draco Malfoy appeared in the tiny hospital room, a torrent of black and gray colors surrounding him.
"Leave her be, she's MINE!" he bellowed, walking toward the bed. The man cowered and jumped away from Hermione. Draco gingerly sat down and stroked his broken angel's hair.
"How are you?" he said softly.
She just looked up at him in fear.
Draco gripped her hair a little harder. "I said, how are you?"
"I-I'm allright."
"It doesn't look like it. What did he think he was doing," Draco said menacingly, motioning to the man who was quietly trying to crawl towards the door."
"Oh no you don't," Draco said loudly, freezing the man in his place.
"Don't worry, he will pay for whatever he did."
"I didn't want it Draco. He forced me."
"I know. Don't be stupid."
He picked up her finger and licked his ring. "You would never want anyone else now. Don't you think I know? I know."
Hermione shuddered and tryed to pull away.
"Don't fight it my beautiful slave. I have you in every way I ever wanted. You are mind completely now. They can't even get the brand off of your arm. You belong to ME."
She tryed to smile. She couldn't understand the mixed feelings that were going on inside her head. Yes, she hated him, but she also felt something else, something sick inside, something growing. Was it love? No, it couldn't be. How could anyone love such a creature.
"Come on," he hissed, picking Hermione's frail capsule off the bed and carrying her toward the window. "We're getting you out of here."
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Outside, a young boy with jet black hair looked up at Hermione's window. "We're too late," he whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Malfoy has beaten us once again."
A/N: Thanx for being patient. This is not the end!