Her head was pounding. No… wait… that word isn't strong enough. Her head was throbbing. Much better. Slowly her vision came back to her and she was rescued from the black. As her eyes opened everything came rushing back to her.
Ginny, Char, Lauren.
Ice cream.
Dark alley.
Man grabbing her.
Indy.
Man grabbing her.
Everything going black.
Suddenly she was panicked. No… wait… that word isn't scared enough. She was terrified. She opened her eyes slowly, trying to focus on her surroundings. As her eyes opened she realized she still resided in the alley. As she reached a full state of consciousness, she realized something. There was a large man hunched over her, his hands groping her breasts in a turbulent panic. Hermione lay sill for a moment, unable to think or even to act; she had never been so scared in her life. Finally she came back to her senses and did the first thing she could think of. Bringing her knee up, she connected it to his manhood in a pain filled crunch.
"Bitch!" He cried out, his hands left her chest, as he flew back into the pavement. He was breathing heavy, and it seemed he wouldn't be moving anywhere soon. Hermione took this as her chance to escape and tried with all her might to pull herself up. Her head pounded and she was suddenly very weak, and she managed to get on her feet.
She was slowly dragging herself toward her accommodation, when she heard her captors breathing gradually returning to normal. She forced herself to pick up speed, and continued to drag her aching body toward the building. As she propped herself against the door she turned back to see Darin, the pervert guy from the bar scrambling out of the alley. She managed to drag herself inside, before collapsing oh the steps.
The last think she heard was Darin's drunken yells.
The last thing she saw was the worried faces of Ginny, Charity, and Lauren.
Then she settled into a more "welcoming" darkness.
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There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you
We were both 16 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
Staying up all night
It was his voice echoing throughout the stadium, but his soul just wasn't in it. His mind was off in other places. He was worried, and had an oddly sick feeling that something… terrible had happened. Though he wouldn't admit to it, Draco had never felt so strongly about anyone as he did for Hermione. It was stupid really… he was supposed to think that she had filthy blood, that she was worthless, she didn't deserve to learn magic. But just thinking those words now made him sick. That was everything he had ever been taught to believe. By his father.
There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street
We would walk on the beach in our bare feet
We were both 18 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
Staying up all night
There was something about Hermione, something that was so loveable… he now loved everything he had once hated. Her know it all persona, lord, it made him weak in the knees. Her mass of chocolate curls and her toffee coloured eyes. Everything that had driven his to the brink of insanity was now everything he dreamed about.
If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
Let your waves crash down on me and take me away
He sometimes caught himself thinking, wishing really, to take back those 6 years of his life, the 6 years where he mercilessly teased her, even went to as far as cause her to slap him. Full force, the palm of her hand leaving a defiantly red mark across his face, but he deserved it. For lack of a better word, he had been a cold hearted ass.
There's a piece of you that's here with me
It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see
When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by
I can make believe that you're here tonight
That you're here tonight
If he could take back those years, he would start off in her good books. He wouldn't follow his father's words, he wouldn't even listen to them.
Draco finished the song and exited the stage. He grabbed his jacket, with out even waiting for the others, he caught a cab back to the hotel.
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"'Mione!!" Ginny cried seeing her crumpled form on the steps. "Oh shit" she muttered to herself. Shifting Hermione ever so slightly Lauren managed to determine that Hermione was, in fact, still breathing, that she was merely passed out.
"Charity!" Lauren called, "Call an ambulance." Charity nodded her head and ran off.
"I better call Draco, and the guys." Ginny said leaving Lauren alone with an unconscious Hermione.
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"Come on Draco." Ginny said, impatiently tapping the desk with her fingers. "Pick up!" but he didn't. Leaving him a quick message, containing the details and the number where they could be reached, Ginny quickly called Harry and Ron. Who had been going out for the evening, giving the girls their "gossip" time.
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Entering the hotel, Draco's eyes were automatically caught by the blinking light on the phone. Dashing over he pressed the button and listen to Ginny's voice confirm his worst nightmare.
"Um… Hi Draco, this is Ginny. I searched for 'Mione as u asked… and oddly enough… as u said she was hurt. She's not doing to well, she look pretty beaten and is, at the moment, unconscious. We're getting her to a hospital as we speak… or as I speak. The following is the number where u can reach us. 416-574-1281."
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Wow, does that suck or what? I'm sorry for posting such a terrible chapter, but this was my pathetic attempt to rid myself of writers block. Horrible eh? Anyways, I've been going through some hard times right now. (See my profile for more information.) Anyways please r\r. Also…. Flames will be accept since this CH sucks so much.
HELLS ANGEL
P.s. Congrats to all of you who guessed it was Darin who had Hermione.