8 Months Until Wedding
"Only 8 months" Hermione said quietly and sadly. Harry who was near came up abehind Hermione and wrapped his arms around Hermione and kissed the top of her head. Hermione sighed and leaned back into his embrace, her head on his shoulder.
"We need to talk" Harry said seriously. Taking them both to the table and sitting down.
Hermione took notice and said in the same manner "So talk"
"Mione, I think…we should…leave"
"Oh Harry, if only it was possible, trust me I've already thought about it immensely." Hermione got up and went to the window. "First Draco's got this place surrounded with guards and magic, and second if we did escape he would come after us guards and magic. Draco is not the man to mess with, if his ego was shattered there would be hell to pay." She finished with a sigh and sat down in the chair.
"Ah, but I've thought about it also, the guards aren't a problem because they know I often leave to pick up supplies and what a better way to overcome magic, with magic." And at that Harry lifted his wand. He started again "And about Draco's bruised image, I know a family that will be able to help us, I've been good friends with them since I was a baby, the Weasley's"
"Oh Harry!" Hermione squealed "We could actually do this!"
Hermione jumped into Harry's arms and kissed him passionately, to which Harry replied with fervor. Harry set Hermione back down asked "When should we leave?"
"I can answer that" came a cold, drawling, voice "and it's never"
Hermione gasped while Harry visible paled.
"You" Draco said while pointing to Harry " Come with me, and you bitch will stay here" Harry moved with a tenseness to Draco. 10 minutes later Hermione could hear the whips and broke down crying, sinking to her knees, head in hands. The only thing she could about what was the fact that they would probably never seen each other again. After 10 whips it stopped and Hermione, pale and shivering. 15 minutes later Draco rushed "You little bitch! Getting it up with the fucking servant! My warnings are over!" Draco grabbed her arm and dragged her in to an unknown room, and attached her hands to chains that hung from the ceiling.
It was a cold, scary, and obviously some sort of a torture chamber. Draco brought out the whip and said into her hotly "This is for your own good, and it won't stop unless you actually know what's good for you." He pulled away and stepped back.
Hermione started crying softly, until it exploded into a full blown scream when the whip landed onto her skin. It was an open wound but taking salt and pushing it into your skin, it hurt like hell. After 10 more were done on Hermione, she was bleeding badly, and experiencing the most excruciating pain. Draco came over and undid the chains, letting her fall to fall with loud sobs. He simply said "Go to bed, woman" and left, leaving Hermione to get back herself.
After a torturous 30 minutes just trying to get back to her room, she drew a bath weakly and slipped off her drenched garments and slipped into the hot bath. Once in she let out a strangled cry, the water stinging and cleaning the marks on her back. Hermione continued to wash herself painfully, and slipped on her white gown. She crawled into the bed, too weak to even lift up the heavy down comforter easily. Once in Hermione cried until her eyes could produce no more, too heavy with exhaustion.
The next morning, as the sun's rays made their way painfully into Hermione's puffed eyes, she grudgingly got up, reminded of yesterday's events with the pain that swelled in her back, and then she couldn't figure it out, how Harry could do it? She let out a gasp.
"Harry" she said softly "Where are you? OH! of course, the dungeons, I hope you're all right, oh god, I'm going insane, talking to myself and all." Hermione tried the best she could to escape the pain while putting on her daily wear, but alas, found it no use.
She proceeded to go downstairs to find Draco waiting for her.
"In pain?" He asked, with a hint of amusement."
Deciding it would not do her any better if she replied with curtness she replied with a soft "Yes"
And all he did was smile, and walk out the door.
A/N: Hey I got some good reviews, and I'm taking the constructive criticism to heart. Trying to make things longer, more detailed. Anyway, there was a question about if they went to Hogwarts and that's no, sorry, this is Victorian times in the Wizarding world, so let's just assume that they learned from their parents and tutors and peers etc..! Oh yeah, and I'm sorry to Lauren, that I didn't finish it it's just that I wrote the story out before I put it on this website. Sorry once again.
Alexa
