AN: This is my first fic, so all ideas and reviews are very welcome!
She breathed heavily trying so hard to open her eyes. She couldn't remember anything yet it was all so clear what happened. Someone had touched her, had violated her and now it was over and she ached and hurt in so many places, she thought this might be hell, where she could never open her eyes and have to live with this shame and hurt forever.
The realization that she could open them however did little to reassure her. This only meant she was alive, which was next best thing to hell. Her eyes were unfocused like she hadn't used them in years but slowly things came together and she saw the little room she was in.
She tried to sit up but didn't have the strength. She knew she was naked but this did not matter at the moment. Her hand flew up and groped for anything solid, eventually landing on some invisible wall that was placed around her. This did little to comfort her because now she knew she was some kind of prisoner or something in a strange place and in a very bad condition.
She silently prayed for death while tears spilled from her eyes. She gasped and groaned in pain thinking of everyone she would have to face then grasped she would die here anyway, her captor would dispose of her.
Hermionie heard a loud thump and drew her head up far enough to look at a closed door. It swung opened revealing the tall blonde who was none other than the Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy.
"Damn it Malfoy what have you done to me!" She cried as loud as she could as soon as she found her voice.
He looked at her with awe. He thought she would be dead this morning. But she was here in front of him pained and yelling. He stepped toward her trying to be wakeful.
"Don't you dare come near me!" she yelled knowing this would do nothing to stop him from doing anything he wished.
To her surprise he stopped where he stood and took a deep breath which seemed to rattle the whole room with anticipation of his words.
"I did not touch you Granger, nor do I mean to." he said slightly composed. Her tears ran freely now and she pulled the sheet closer to herself covering what she could.
"Don't lie," she whispered gravely "Kill me now so I no longer have to live with the fact that you..." her voice trailed off them both knowing full well that she meant.
"Hush Granger, you're not well," he knew this must be horrid for her so even though he hated her he tried to console "And I didn't touch you I swear it, my father did." She deserved the truth after all. "I'm here to help." all of a sudden his voice was oddly hoarse.
She was shaking now violently and cold sweat poured from her body. She placed her hand on her stomach and felt a hot fluid pulsing slowly from a large wound. Blood. She was going to bleed to death, she thought wildly, die in the presence of Malfoy. She believed him, maybe only because he was the only one that could help her now. Maybe because he looked like an seraph the way his silver blonde, hair glowed in the shadows of the room.
"Please help me," she whispered to nothingness "Please God help me."
He stumbled over to her side. She actually believed him and trusted him. More importantly she actually wanted his help. He grabbed the wand in his pocket and vanished the barrier.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked shyly.
"Stop the blood." she said hysterically.
"Where?" he said more forcefully.
"Everywhere," she coughed. He realized that she must be going into shock. She wasn't making sense. She did however pull the blood stained sheet away from her body revealing a gash in her side that pulsed blood.
"Oh, God," he mumbled. It took him awhile to remember a spell to heal it but eventually he did. He searched her body for other wounds and found so many of them. She muttered things along the lines of 'kill me' and 'blood everywhere' but managed to grab his hand while he was searching. She pulled it along her stomach until it found the word Mudblood carved into her skin so very near her personals.
He tried to heal it but it was magically engraved. An everlasting mark of his own father. Draco found himself happily thinking of his father in hell. He also found himself relishing Hermionie's hand in his, why he couldn't say. She fitfully shook and moaned like she was possessed. What was he to do with her? He was ready to break down just as she was until she spoke to him in a sanely voice.
"Are you my angel?" she moaned passively. She no longer felt like herself, and was confused. She looked up at him not remembering that angelic face. He was helping her, that was the only conclusion she could come up with. He was her angel. Her perfectly beautiful angel.
"What?" he stuttered, not fully believing she had said that to him.
"Say you're my angel, don't leave me alone in the darkness, please be my angel." he must be, he had to be.
He held her hand in his for a while and stared down at her. She needed hope. He remembered all the times he needed an angel, a glimmer of hope, but it never came.
"For now." He said laying her hand gently over her stomach. She looked up at him, but her eyes were hallow, like she had lost something. Why was this happening? It came so unexpected and now it seemed nothing short of hopeless, a void that seemed to consume him. But she needed him and no one had ever needed him. He quietly confessed to himself that It felt good to be needed, even under dire circumstances and even by an enemy.
She breathed heavily trying so hard to open her eyes. She couldn't remember anything yet it was all so clear what happened. Someone had touched her, had violated her and now it was over and she ached and hurt in so many places, she thought this might be hell, where she could never open her eyes and have to live with this shame and hurt forever.
The realization that she could open them however did little to reassure her. This only meant she was alive, which was next best thing to hell. Her eyes were unfocused like she hadn't used them in years but slowly things came together and she saw the little room she was in.
She tried to sit up but didn't have the strength. She knew she was naked but this did not matter at the moment. Her hand flew up and groped for anything solid, eventually landing on some invisible wall that was placed around her. This did little to comfort her because now she knew she was some kind of prisoner or something in a strange place and in a very bad condition.
She silently prayed for death while tears spilled from her eyes. She gasped and groaned in pain thinking of everyone she would have to face then grasped she would die here anyway, her captor would dispose of her.
Hermionie heard a loud thump and drew her head up far enough to look at a closed door. It swung opened revealing the tall blonde who was none other than the Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy.
"Damn it Malfoy what have you done to me!" She cried as loud as she could as soon as she found her voice.
He looked at her with awe. He thought she would be dead this morning. But she was here in front of him pained and yelling. He stepped toward her trying to be wakeful.
"Don't you dare come near me!" she yelled knowing this would do nothing to stop him from doing anything he wished.
To her surprise he stopped where he stood and took a deep breath which seemed to rattle the whole room with anticipation of his words.
"I did not touch you Granger, nor do I mean to." he said slightly composed. Her tears ran freely now and she pulled the sheet closer to herself covering what she could.
"Don't lie," she whispered gravely "Kill me now so I no longer have to live with the fact that you..." her voice trailed off them both knowing full well that she meant.
"Hush Granger, you're not well," he knew this must be horrid for her so even though he hated her he tried to console "And I didn't touch you I swear it, my father did." She deserved the truth after all. "I'm here to help." all of a sudden his voice was oddly hoarse.
She was shaking now violently and cold sweat poured from her body. She placed her hand on her stomach and felt a hot fluid pulsing slowly from a large wound. Blood. She was going to bleed to death, she thought wildly, die in the presence of Malfoy. She believed him, maybe only because he was the only one that could help her now. Maybe because he looked like an seraph the way his silver blonde, hair glowed in the shadows of the room.
"Please help me," she whispered to nothingness "Please God help me."
He stumbled over to her side. She actually believed him and trusted him. More importantly she actually wanted his help. He grabbed the wand in his pocket and vanished the barrier.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked shyly.
"Stop the blood." she said hysterically.
"Where?" he said more forcefully.
"Everywhere," she coughed. He realized that she must be going into shock. She wasn't making sense. She did however pull the blood stained sheet away from her body revealing a gash in her side that pulsed blood.
"Oh, God," he mumbled. It took him awhile to remember a spell to heal it but eventually he did. He searched her body for other wounds and found so many of them. She muttered things along the lines of 'kill me' and 'blood everywhere' but managed to grab his hand while he was searching. She pulled it along her stomach until it found the word Mudblood carved into her skin so very near her personals.
He tried to heal it but it was magically engraved. An everlasting mark of his own father. Draco found himself happily thinking of his father in hell. He also found himself relishing Hermionie's hand in his, why he couldn't say. She fitfully shook and moaned like she was possessed. What was he to do with her? He was ready to break down just as she was until she spoke to him in a sanely voice.
"Are you my angel?" she moaned passively. She no longer felt like herself, and was confused. She looked up at him not remembering that angelic face. He was helping her, that was the only conclusion she could come up with. He was her angel. Her perfectly beautiful angel.
"What?" he stuttered, not fully believing she had said that to him.
"Say you're my angel, don't leave me alone in the darkness, please be my angel." he must be, he had to be.
He held her hand in his for a while and stared down at her. She needed hope. He remembered all the times he needed an angel, a glimmer of hope, but it never came.
"For now." He said laying her hand gently over her stomach. She looked up at him, but her eyes were hallow, like she had lost something. Why was this happening? It came so unexpected and now it seemed nothing short of hopeless, a void that seemed to consume him. But she needed him and no one had ever needed him. He quietly confessed to himself that It felt good to be needed, even under dire circumstances and even by an enemy.