Disc: I've told you, it isn't mine!
Authors Note: Some of this may be a little graphic, I'll try to keep it to a minimum.
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Harry waited anxiously while Pomfrey gave Ginny the check over. To a passerby he probably looked like a little six-year-old needing to go pee.
He twiddled his fingers, scuffed his shoe and fidgeted with his robes.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey opened the door and beckoned him in.
"Mr. Potter, I'm considering sending Ginny to a Muggle hospital."
"Why?"
"Because the Potion didn't work."
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Some weeks later, Ginny was on the Hogwarts Express, bound for a Muggle hospital for an abortion. Harry had passed out cold and no one else had wondered why they were both in the Hospital Wing. She was worried that someone would realise, not even her mother knew she was on the train.
She folded out a bed that Dumbledore had installed for her and laid down. The baby sure took a lot out of her.
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Hermione sat at the breakfast table. Ginny had been sent home for something, no one was quite sure what. Dumbledore had told them to say nothing to anyone else.
It was the last week before the holidays and Hermione hadn't heard if she was staying or going. Ron exclaimed that post was here. She glanced up as a black spotty owl flew over the students heads before diving down towards Hermione. She paled at the formidable owl as it dropped a light green envelope in her breakfast.
"Who's that from?" Dean Thomas asked, glancing up at Hermione from across the table. She couldn't answer. She picked it up, glanced at the seal and opened it tentatively.
"Hermione,
I know that you only have a week left of school so I thought it was about time that I wrote you and organised your holidays.
You will return next week to home. You will spend at least a week without doing any homework, regardless of how much you have. Your Uncle and father have gone away on some business, but your Uncle assures me that he will return for a few days to see you and will stay in his normal room at our house.
You will not, not, I repeat, whine or complain about him staying. I know you don't appreciate him, but he is a relative and you will treat him with respect. He was disgusted, disgraced and outraged when you filed charges against him. I still do not understand why you would do that.
I will see you in a week. You will go outside to the taxi stand and hail a taxi. Then you will proceed home. I do not want you shopping, clubbing or going out whilst you are with us. You will stay at home the entire time, spend time with me and your father and Uncle.
See you next week,
Hazel Granger."
Hermione felt sick at the thought of her Uncle being there. It would be worse, she thought, much, much worse.
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Draco got out his wand and set fire to the letter from his mother. He was not returning to that house. He didn't care what she said.
He glanced over at Hermione. She was lowering a piece of pale green paper, her eyes distant, her mouth pulled in worry. He knew something was wrong, very wrong, but after that library incident a few weeks ago, she hadn't even looked at him, let alone spoken to him.
He grabbed his bag as Hermione stood up and ran out of the hall abruptly.
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"What's the matter?" Draco yelled at Hermione in the hallway on the journey to Potions. Hermione ignored him.
"Look," he began, running to catch up with her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, out of anger and annoyance. "I saw you at breakfast, I want to know what's up."
"Nothing," she said, avoiding his eyes.
"Bull!" Draco bellowed angrily. Hermione flinched at his voice. "Something is happening, Hermione! Something is wrong!"
"Don't you dare call me Hermione," she whispered furiously.
"What can I call you? Granger? Mudblood? Girl?" he said, matching her attitude. He realised what he had just said.
"Don't call me anything. Don't speak to me. I don't know you anymore, Draco. I thought you'd changed," she snorted. "I couldn't have been more wrong."
"I did change!" Hermione snorted again.
"That's just why you call me a Mudblood still. Get lost, Draco. Go screw someone else. Try that cow, what's her name? Oh, yes, that's right. It's Pansy," Hermione shoved Draco's hand off her shoulder before storming off to Potions.
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Hermione stared wistfully at the passing scenery. She hadn't said that she was going home, just packed all her stuff and said she was going to the library. But she never got to the library, she got to the train.
She had left letters to the boys explaining that she had had to go home on their beds, hoping they wouldn't be annoyed with her.
They pulled into the station as Hermione stood up, picking up her small handbag. She shuffled along nervously with the other returning students, apprehension making her stomach flip-flop.
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"Hey, where's Hermione?" Ron asked on the way to lunch.
"I dunno. She said the library but she should've returned by now," Harry commented, gazing at the students bobbing along next to his shoulder.
"Hmm..." Ron mumbled. They opened the doors to the hall and were greeted to a fairly empty sight.
"Ah, well. Nothing changes, huh?" Harry said, looking around the room at the familiar faces. He stopped when he saw Draco. "Oi, look at the Sly - "
"What the hell is he doing here?" Ron muttered angrily. Harry nudged him to shut up and continue to their table. Hermione didn't come the entire time.
"Maybe she's at the Common Room. Let's go up and play some chess," Harry exclaimed.
"You? Offering on your own accord to play chess? Bah!" Ron laughed. When he saw Harry was serious he grumbled. "Oh, all right!"
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Hermione pulled up outside the Granger residence. The place she had come to fear, the place she had come to hate. Her mothers' car was in the drive.
She stumbled up the stairs, her trunk being dragged behind her. She wasn't on the porch before the door opened to reveal Hazel Granger.
A slim woman, brunette, that dressed with distinction and poise. Her wardrobe was carefully picked to show off her more feminine figure. She flashed a rather false smile in Hermione's opinion showing her pearly white teeth, contrasting greatly with her dark mascara.
"Welcome home. Now, take that up to your room and we'll talk about your last few months," she told Hermione, smiling sweetly. Hermione nodded glumly. This was going to take a long time.
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"I'll just get the chess set," Ron said to Harry, halfway up the stairs.
"Ok," Harry mumbled, sitting on a chair.
"HARRY!" Ron screamed. Harry was in his room in less that three seconds. His bubbly, and flushed friend was a ghost white. He held a letter in his trembling hand and Harry realised he had one on his bed too.
"What?"
"She...she's gone home," Ron whispered. Harry slumped to the floor, out cold again.
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"You had a boyfriend? Oh, how sweet!" Hazel said, still smiling sweetly.
"Um...mum? I'm just wondering..."
"Yes, darling?"
"Well, have you got a retainer in your teeth or something? Your mouth hasn't closed since I got here," Hermione explained, faltering a little under her mothers' scrutinizing gaze.
"No. Can't I smile?" she said, rubbing her index finger along them to see if something was wedged in between. Hermione shrugged.
"What was that business with your Uncle? He didn't say much, but I could tell he was angry about something to do with you. Something in his swearing," Hazel glanced out the window, immersed in thought. Hermione tried not to let her attitude change.
"I don't know."
"Hmm...I'm not sure about that," Hazel said, looking back at her daughter. She looked at her watch.
"Blimey! Is that the time?! You and I have to start dinner. Quickly!" Hazel said jumping to her feet and running in her high shoes to the kitchen.
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"She's gone home, Professor! HOME! How could she?" Ron yelled at the Headmaster.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley, Hermione would've had no choice. I imagine her letter would have been a lot of 'You will's' and ordering, most likely her mother from the green letter I saw her pick up and read. I dreaded such an incident, but she will have had to have gone," Professor Dumbledore spoke softly, kindly, but with a clipped edge of someone who wanted to crawl somewhere and let tears escape them.
Harry was moved to know his Headmaster was human.
"I just don't understand. After all that's happened!" Harry whispered to himself.
"More's the pity, Harry, more's the pity," Dumbledore replied. "Well, please do not dwell. I cannot see Hermione lasting more than a couple of days."
Ron and Harry nodded. They knew a dismissal when they heard one.
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The doorbell rang. Hermione looked up from the meatballs she was making.
"Guests?" she asked.
"No! Of course not! No, it's your father and Uncle. They managed to come home early and stay the entire week. Isn't that lovely?" Hazel Granger said, smiling. Hermione nodded, terror shaking her small frame.
Her Uncle for the entire week? She shuddered at the mere thought.
"Hello! How nice of you to be back! She's in the kitchen," she heard her mother announce. Footsteps echoed in the hall as they came closer and closer. She recognized the steps, her Uncle's. Her father and mother were probably talking.
"So, you thought you could get rid of me?" he sneered into her ear. "You had better look out tonight, I ain't going to be soft. Oh, and keep that open, I need it," he said softly, his fingers trailing down her breasts and unbuttoning two buttons. Hermione tensed and he laughed, a shallow, soft laugh. "You are out of practice, aren't you? Hmm...drop that and turn to me."
Hermione did as she was told. She put the meatball on the plate and took off her gloves, before turning slowly to face her Uncle. His chin held a small amount of stubble and his grey eyes glittered.
His hand ran up her leg, hip, side, across each breast before grabbing her face sharply with both his hands. He leaned forward to her, roughly seizing her mouth. He bit on her lower lip and she opened, knowing that she was powerless to stop him. He made a small clearing on the table and forced her to lower down. She obeyed as his left hand tilted her back. She tried to ignore the alarm bells, ignore the pain and ignore his feeling. But after six months, it was hard.
He began at her unbuttoned buttons. He undid the rest of them, throwing open her top. Her bra neatly cradled their contents.
"I want to show Hermione something! Mind if we go upstairs?" he yelled to the hall.
"Not at all! Go right ahead!" her father called back. He grinned and carried her up the stairs, thrown over her back like a doll.
He strode to her room and closed the door, bringing out a set of keys and locking it. Then he tossed her onto the bed and removed her bra. She closed her eyes as his shirt and her skirt disappeared. Soon, they were both naked, Hermione pinned under her Uncle's strong grasp. Both her hands were above her head, his fingers forcing them into staying still.
He shoved himself up slowly, but when he realised she was still tight, he forced himself in. He rocked, in, out, in, out. The pain seared through Hermione's body and she cried.
"Stop...please stop!" she sobbed.
"No. I've waited months. I've got my chance. MOAN FOR PETES SAKE!" he yelled. She let out a few fake moans and he seemed somewhat satisfied. It didn't stop him though. It felt to Hermione like an eternity, where in reality it was only a few minutes.
He pulled out sharply and Hermione bit her lip to stop herself yelling. He rammed his mouth to hers and did all the fancy things he could to please himself. Hermione just felt like a doll.
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"We were beginning to think you weren't coming!" Hermione's father, Michael, exclaimed. His brown tweed coat was hung on the rack, and his light blue shirt and light pants made him look like anything but a dentist. Like her mother, Hermione's fathers' teeth were white too.
"No, just got a bit carried away, that's all. Hermione was very interested," he commented, winking at Hermione. She nodded, trying to make it genuine. She slid into her seat and ate a few meatballs and salad before pushing her plate away.
"I've had enough, thanks. It was nice," Hermione informed them. They nodded and continued discussing their days. Hermione wasn't even referred to as her father's motto was 'Children should be seen, not heard.'
Her Uncle's was 'Children are toys, use them to your own advantage.'
And her mothers? 'Come to me for perfectly white teeth. Don't worry about the kids, allow them the lollies.'
Dinner was cleared up and Hermione's parents said they needed an early night as they had some early patients. Hermione nodded bleakly and continued clearing up. Then she announced she was going to bed and went up the stairs, her Uncle right behind her, nipping at her heels.
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"So, why'd you do it?" her Uncle asked, straddling Hermione.
"Do...what?" she gasped.
"Charge me?" he inquired, returning her brain to Miss Cainbridge.
"It...wasn't me. Counselor did it," she murmured.
"Ah," he replied, lifting her up and entering her painfully. She winced at the pain before he rushed his lips to meet hers. He pulled out, Hermione screamed at the pain, and her Uncle hit her swiftly across the cheek, blood melting across her tongue.
"Never display pain!" he yelled. He hit her thighs and stomach, other cheek and left arm before leaving the room, triumphant.
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"Good bye," Hermione said, hugging her mother. Her week was up and amidst much pain and bruising (Hermione thought that she wasn't brown anymore, she was purple, but her cleverly done concealment charms had worked a dream), she was glad she was leaving.
Her Uncle, unluckily, was driving her to the station. She clambered into the car and he roared off, her parents waving after her.
Nothing was said in the trip, and Hermione hoped it stayed that way. But it wasn't to be.
"Thought I'd give you one last shot," he grinned malevolently. Hermione didn't let her face alter at the thought, just at the pain covering her body. He put the seats back and made her cast a charm so that the windows would be blocked and no one would see in.
The man almost tore off her clothes and his and plunged in, Hermione focused on other thoughts. But it soon turned to the movements of her Uncle. He was rubbing, vibrating, pulsing for her. It had never occurred before. She looked at him.
"I thought it'd change if I seemed like I loved you," he sneered. She forced herself to look away. Nothing would change the wounds that cut so deep. He raised the seat to an upright position, her head sliding into his feet so she couldn't see what he did. His head lowered down and licked at her navel and breasts. It happened the same, always the same. He jarred her roughly back up again, throwing back the seats, still buried deep inside her.
Slowly, he flipped her over so that he was on the top and he grasped her shoulders tightly as he bit at her lips. They had always fascinated him, their softness, fullness and the way that she never responded. She opened her mouth willingly, knowing he would only chew harder. His tongue drove inside and possessed her mouth so fiercely that Hermione cringed.
He smothered her breasts with his hands before ripping himself out and redressing himself.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Unless you want more!" he yelled. She shook her head, pulling on her clothes quickly, scared of if she wasn't fast enough. Before she could reach for the door though, he kissed her again and made her take the charm off. He hit her a few times, then threw her out, shoving her trunk out with her.
Hermione sobbed as he left, the fear and terror still making her tremble violently.
As she tugged her trunk and got on the station, she saw a familiar blonde head scanning the crowd. He saw her and ran to her. He wrapped her in a hug and Hermione started. Her shaking subsided a little at the sense of safety. Her arms linked with his and he pulled his head from the top of hers.
"Hermione! How are you?" he whispered. Tears spilled down her face in a reply and he kissed her on the forehead, before squeezing her tighter. He didn't notice her wince but herded her onto the train.
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"Hi Hermione! How was your holidays?" Ron asked brightly. Hermione stared at him, a mixture of hurt and anger welled up inside her.
"You arse hole!" she screamed at him in the hall. She turned and fled up to her room, leaving Ron puzzled.
"What did I say?"
"Honestly, Gryffindors' are so tactless!" Draco exclaimed loudly as he walked past. Ron turned to look at him.
"You know what happened?"
"Well, hmm, let's see. Well, first, I didn't get on the train to ask her how her holidays were and secondly, what do you think they were like? 'Yeah, I spent lots of time baking brownies and Christmas cookies and it was all butterflies and roses'," he said, putting on a high voice. "She went home. You know? The place where she has an Uncle? An Uncle that stayed for a week?"
"He...he was there?" Harry whispered.
"Er...no," Draco replied sarcastically. Harry glared at him before turning back to his lunch. Ron went back to his sister, who was now back. She rolled her eyes and walked up to the Common Room.
Didn't they know how to comfort a girl?
She was halfway up when she answered.
Of course not, A, they were guys, B, they had hurt her and C? They were guys.
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A/N: WHOA! That was a very long chapter by my accounts. With all the paragraphing stuff, it was about nine and a ½ pages, which for me has to be a record.
I just felt like writing today 'cos it was really bad. I have this...ok, disgusting habit of biting/picking at my toenails. Yeah, cringe and whine and turn your face up (but don't stop reading the story!), I know it's adolescent, but anyway. I went to the Podiatrist (you know, toe doctor) and I went last month, and then today, and he said today that if I bite my nails ONCE in the next month that I'll have the surgically removed so that even if I bite them it isn't a problem.
I couldn't cry, I was to numb to cry. Anyway. On a happier note, I came equal second in my class for Geography this year! Yay!
And one last thing, you may/may not have noticed, but something was a little askew after chapter 11 or twelve. Well, I only realised when I was reading through it and you might want to read it for details you probably missed.
Ok, well, I'll see you next chapter. Hopefully you'll review this chapter, not like 15!
Authors Note: Some of this may be a little graphic, I'll try to keep it to a minimum.
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Harry waited anxiously while Pomfrey gave Ginny the check over. To a passerby he probably looked like a little six-year-old needing to go pee.
He twiddled his fingers, scuffed his shoe and fidgeted with his robes.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey opened the door and beckoned him in.
"Mr. Potter, I'm considering sending Ginny to a Muggle hospital."
"Why?"
"Because the Potion didn't work."
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Some weeks later, Ginny was on the Hogwarts Express, bound for a Muggle hospital for an abortion. Harry had passed out cold and no one else had wondered why they were both in the Hospital Wing. She was worried that someone would realise, not even her mother knew she was on the train.
She folded out a bed that Dumbledore had installed for her and laid down. The baby sure took a lot out of her.
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Hermione sat at the breakfast table. Ginny had been sent home for something, no one was quite sure what. Dumbledore had told them to say nothing to anyone else.
It was the last week before the holidays and Hermione hadn't heard if she was staying or going. Ron exclaimed that post was here. She glanced up as a black spotty owl flew over the students heads before diving down towards Hermione. She paled at the formidable owl as it dropped a light green envelope in her breakfast.
"Who's that from?" Dean Thomas asked, glancing up at Hermione from across the table. She couldn't answer. She picked it up, glanced at the seal and opened it tentatively.
"Hermione,
I know that you only have a week left of school so I thought it was about time that I wrote you and organised your holidays.
You will return next week to home. You will spend at least a week without doing any homework, regardless of how much you have. Your Uncle and father have gone away on some business, but your Uncle assures me that he will return for a few days to see you and will stay in his normal room at our house.
You will not, not, I repeat, whine or complain about him staying. I know you don't appreciate him, but he is a relative and you will treat him with respect. He was disgusted, disgraced and outraged when you filed charges against him. I still do not understand why you would do that.
I will see you in a week. You will go outside to the taxi stand and hail a taxi. Then you will proceed home. I do not want you shopping, clubbing or going out whilst you are with us. You will stay at home the entire time, spend time with me and your father and Uncle.
See you next week,
Hazel Granger."
Hermione felt sick at the thought of her Uncle being there. It would be worse, she thought, much, much worse.
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Draco got out his wand and set fire to the letter from his mother. He was not returning to that house. He didn't care what she said.
He glanced over at Hermione. She was lowering a piece of pale green paper, her eyes distant, her mouth pulled in worry. He knew something was wrong, very wrong, but after that library incident a few weeks ago, she hadn't even looked at him, let alone spoken to him.
He grabbed his bag as Hermione stood up and ran out of the hall abruptly.
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"What's the matter?" Draco yelled at Hermione in the hallway on the journey to Potions. Hermione ignored him.
"Look," he began, running to catch up with her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, out of anger and annoyance. "I saw you at breakfast, I want to know what's up."
"Nothing," she said, avoiding his eyes.
"Bull!" Draco bellowed angrily. Hermione flinched at his voice. "Something is happening, Hermione! Something is wrong!"
"Don't you dare call me Hermione," she whispered furiously.
"What can I call you? Granger? Mudblood? Girl?" he said, matching her attitude. He realised what he had just said.
"Don't call me anything. Don't speak to me. I don't know you anymore, Draco. I thought you'd changed," she snorted. "I couldn't have been more wrong."
"I did change!" Hermione snorted again.
"That's just why you call me a Mudblood still. Get lost, Draco. Go screw someone else. Try that cow, what's her name? Oh, yes, that's right. It's Pansy," Hermione shoved Draco's hand off her shoulder before storming off to Potions.
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Hermione stared wistfully at the passing scenery. She hadn't said that she was going home, just packed all her stuff and said she was going to the library. But she never got to the library, she got to the train.
She had left letters to the boys explaining that she had had to go home on their beds, hoping they wouldn't be annoyed with her.
They pulled into the station as Hermione stood up, picking up her small handbag. She shuffled along nervously with the other returning students, apprehension making her stomach flip-flop.
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"Hey, where's Hermione?" Ron asked on the way to lunch.
"I dunno. She said the library but she should've returned by now," Harry commented, gazing at the students bobbing along next to his shoulder.
"Hmm..." Ron mumbled. They opened the doors to the hall and were greeted to a fairly empty sight.
"Ah, well. Nothing changes, huh?" Harry said, looking around the room at the familiar faces. He stopped when he saw Draco. "Oi, look at the Sly - "
"What the hell is he doing here?" Ron muttered angrily. Harry nudged him to shut up and continue to their table. Hermione didn't come the entire time.
"Maybe she's at the Common Room. Let's go up and play some chess," Harry exclaimed.
"You? Offering on your own accord to play chess? Bah!" Ron laughed. When he saw Harry was serious he grumbled. "Oh, all right!"
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Hermione pulled up outside the Granger residence. The place she had come to fear, the place she had come to hate. Her mothers' car was in the drive.
She stumbled up the stairs, her trunk being dragged behind her. She wasn't on the porch before the door opened to reveal Hazel Granger.
A slim woman, brunette, that dressed with distinction and poise. Her wardrobe was carefully picked to show off her more feminine figure. She flashed a rather false smile in Hermione's opinion showing her pearly white teeth, contrasting greatly with her dark mascara.
"Welcome home. Now, take that up to your room and we'll talk about your last few months," she told Hermione, smiling sweetly. Hermione nodded glumly. This was going to take a long time.
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"I'll just get the chess set," Ron said to Harry, halfway up the stairs.
"Ok," Harry mumbled, sitting on a chair.
"HARRY!" Ron screamed. Harry was in his room in less that three seconds. His bubbly, and flushed friend was a ghost white. He held a letter in his trembling hand and Harry realised he had one on his bed too.
"What?"
"She...she's gone home," Ron whispered. Harry slumped to the floor, out cold again.
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"You had a boyfriend? Oh, how sweet!" Hazel said, still smiling sweetly.
"Um...mum? I'm just wondering..."
"Yes, darling?"
"Well, have you got a retainer in your teeth or something? Your mouth hasn't closed since I got here," Hermione explained, faltering a little under her mothers' scrutinizing gaze.
"No. Can't I smile?" she said, rubbing her index finger along them to see if something was wedged in between. Hermione shrugged.
"What was that business with your Uncle? He didn't say much, but I could tell he was angry about something to do with you. Something in his swearing," Hazel glanced out the window, immersed in thought. Hermione tried not to let her attitude change.
"I don't know."
"Hmm...I'm not sure about that," Hazel said, looking back at her daughter. She looked at her watch.
"Blimey! Is that the time?! You and I have to start dinner. Quickly!" Hazel said jumping to her feet and running in her high shoes to the kitchen.
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"She's gone home, Professor! HOME! How could she?" Ron yelled at the Headmaster.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley, Hermione would've had no choice. I imagine her letter would have been a lot of 'You will's' and ordering, most likely her mother from the green letter I saw her pick up and read. I dreaded such an incident, but she will have had to have gone," Professor Dumbledore spoke softly, kindly, but with a clipped edge of someone who wanted to crawl somewhere and let tears escape them.
Harry was moved to know his Headmaster was human.
"I just don't understand. After all that's happened!" Harry whispered to himself.
"More's the pity, Harry, more's the pity," Dumbledore replied. "Well, please do not dwell. I cannot see Hermione lasting more than a couple of days."
Ron and Harry nodded. They knew a dismissal when they heard one.
~*~*~
The doorbell rang. Hermione looked up from the meatballs she was making.
"Guests?" she asked.
"No! Of course not! No, it's your father and Uncle. They managed to come home early and stay the entire week. Isn't that lovely?" Hazel Granger said, smiling. Hermione nodded, terror shaking her small frame.
Her Uncle for the entire week? She shuddered at the mere thought.
"Hello! How nice of you to be back! She's in the kitchen," she heard her mother announce. Footsteps echoed in the hall as they came closer and closer. She recognized the steps, her Uncle's. Her father and mother were probably talking.
"So, you thought you could get rid of me?" he sneered into her ear. "You had better look out tonight, I ain't going to be soft. Oh, and keep that open, I need it," he said softly, his fingers trailing down her breasts and unbuttoning two buttons. Hermione tensed and he laughed, a shallow, soft laugh. "You are out of practice, aren't you? Hmm...drop that and turn to me."
Hermione did as she was told. She put the meatball on the plate and took off her gloves, before turning slowly to face her Uncle. His chin held a small amount of stubble and his grey eyes glittered.
His hand ran up her leg, hip, side, across each breast before grabbing her face sharply with both his hands. He leaned forward to her, roughly seizing her mouth. He bit on her lower lip and she opened, knowing that she was powerless to stop him. He made a small clearing on the table and forced her to lower down. She obeyed as his left hand tilted her back. She tried to ignore the alarm bells, ignore the pain and ignore his feeling. But after six months, it was hard.
He began at her unbuttoned buttons. He undid the rest of them, throwing open her top. Her bra neatly cradled their contents.
"I want to show Hermione something! Mind if we go upstairs?" he yelled to the hall.
"Not at all! Go right ahead!" her father called back. He grinned and carried her up the stairs, thrown over her back like a doll.
He strode to her room and closed the door, bringing out a set of keys and locking it. Then he tossed her onto the bed and removed her bra. She closed her eyes as his shirt and her skirt disappeared. Soon, they were both naked, Hermione pinned under her Uncle's strong grasp. Both her hands were above her head, his fingers forcing them into staying still.
He shoved himself up slowly, but when he realised she was still tight, he forced himself in. He rocked, in, out, in, out. The pain seared through Hermione's body and she cried.
"Stop...please stop!" she sobbed.
"No. I've waited months. I've got my chance. MOAN FOR PETES SAKE!" he yelled. She let out a few fake moans and he seemed somewhat satisfied. It didn't stop him though. It felt to Hermione like an eternity, where in reality it was only a few minutes.
He pulled out sharply and Hermione bit her lip to stop herself yelling. He rammed his mouth to hers and did all the fancy things he could to please himself. Hermione just felt like a doll.
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"We were beginning to think you weren't coming!" Hermione's father, Michael, exclaimed. His brown tweed coat was hung on the rack, and his light blue shirt and light pants made him look like anything but a dentist. Like her mother, Hermione's fathers' teeth were white too.
"No, just got a bit carried away, that's all. Hermione was very interested," he commented, winking at Hermione. She nodded, trying to make it genuine. She slid into her seat and ate a few meatballs and salad before pushing her plate away.
"I've had enough, thanks. It was nice," Hermione informed them. They nodded and continued discussing their days. Hermione wasn't even referred to as her father's motto was 'Children should be seen, not heard.'
Her Uncle's was 'Children are toys, use them to your own advantage.'
And her mothers? 'Come to me for perfectly white teeth. Don't worry about the kids, allow them the lollies.'
Dinner was cleared up and Hermione's parents said they needed an early night as they had some early patients. Hermione nodded bleakly and continued clearing up. Then she announced she was going to bed and went up the stairs, her Uncle right behind her, nipping at her heels.
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"So, why'd you do it?" her Uncle asked, straddling Hermione.
"Do...what?" she gasped.
"Charge me?" he inquired, returning her brain to Miss Cainbridge.
"It...wasn't me. Counselor did it," she murmured.
"Ah," he replied, lifting her up and entering her painfully. She winced at the pain before he rushed his lips to meet hers. He pulled out, Hermione screamed at the pain, and her Uncle hit her swiftly across the cheek, blood melting across her tongue.
"Never display pain!" he yelled. He hit her thighs and stomach, other cheek and left arm before leaving the room, triumphant.
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"Good bye," Hermione said, hugging her mother. Her week was up and amidst much pain and bruising (Hermione thought that she wasn't brown anymore, she was purple, but her cleverly done concealment charms had worked a dream), she was glad she was leaving.
Her Uncle, unluckily, was driving her to the station. She clambered into the car and he roared off, her parents waving after her.
Nothing was said in the trip, and Hermione hoped it stayed that way. But it wasn't to be.
"Thought I'd give you one last shot," he grinned malevolently. Hermione didn't let her face alter at the thought, just at the pain covering her body. He put the seats back and made her cast a charm so that the windows would be blocked and no one would see in.
The man almost tore off her clothes and his and plunged in, Hermione focused on other thoughts. But it soon turned to the movements of her Uncle. He was rubbing, vibrating, pulsing for her. It had never occurred before. She looked at him.
"I thought it'd change if I seemed like I loved you," he sneered. She forced herself to look away. Nothing would change the wounds that cut so deep. He raised the seat to an upright position, her head sliding into his feet so she couldn't see what he did. His head lowered down and licked at her navel and breasts. It happened the same, always the same. He jarred her roughly back up again, throwing back the seats, still buried deep inside her.
Slowly, he flipped her over so that he was on the top and he grasped her shoulders tightly as he bit at her lips. They had always fascinated him, their softness, fullness and the way that she never responded. She opened her mouth willingly, knowing he would only chew harder. His tongue drove inside and possessed her mouth so fiercely that Hermione cringed.
He smothered her breasts with his hands before ripping himself out and redressing himself.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Unless you want more!" he yelled. She shook her head, pulling on her clothes quickly, scared of if she wasn't fast enough. Before she could reach for the door though, he kissed her again and made her take the charm off. He hit her a few times, then threw her out, shoving her trunk out with her.
Hermione sobbed as he left, the fear and terror still making her tremble violently.
As she tugged her trunk and got on the station, she saw a familiar blonde head scanning the crowd. He saw her and ran to her. He wrapped her in a hug and Hermione started. Her shaking subsided a little at the sense of safety. Her arms linked with his and he pulled his head from the top of hers.
"Hermione! How are you?" he whispered. Tears spilled down her face in a reply and he kissed her on the forehead, before squeezing her tighter. He didn't notice her wince but herded her onto the train.
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"Hi Hermione! How was your holidays?" Ron asked brightly. Hermione stared at him, a mixture of hurt and anger welled up inside her.
"You arse hole!" she screamed at him in the hall. She turned and fled up to her room, leaving Ron puzzled.
"What did I say?"
"Honestly, Gryffindors' are so tactless!" Draco exclaimed loudly as he walked past. Ron turned to look at him.
"You know what happened?"
"Well, hmm, let's see. Well, first, I didn't get on the train to ask her how her holidays were and secondly, what do you think they were like? 'Yeah, I spent lots of time baking brownies and Christmas cookies and it was all butterflies and roses'," he said, putting on a high voice. "She went home. You know? The place where she has an Uncle? An Uncle that stayed for a week?"
"He...he was there?" Harry whispered.
"Er...no," Draco replied sarcastically. Harry glared at him before turning back to his lunch. Ron went back to his sister, who was now back. She rolled her eyes and walked up to the Common Room.
Didn't they know how to comfort a girl?
She was halfway up when she answered.
Of course not, A, they were guys, B, they had hurt her and C? They were guys.
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A/N: WHOA! That was a very long chapter by my accounts. With all the paragraphing stuff, it was about nine and a ½ pages, which for me has to be a record.
I just felt like writing today 'cos it was really bad. I have this...ok, disgusting habit of biting/picking at my toenails. Yeah, cringe and whine and turn your face up (but don't stop reading the story!), I know it's adolescent, but anyway. I went to the Podiatrist (you know, toe doctor) and I went last month, and then today, and he said today that if I bite my nails ONCE in the next month that I'll have the surgically removed so that even if I bite them it isn't a problem.
I couldn't cry, I was to numb to cry. Anyway. On a happier note, I came equal second in my class for Geography this year! Yay!
And one last thing, you may/may not have noticed, but something was a little askew after chapter 11 or twelve. Well, I only realised when I was reading through it and you might want to read it for details you probably missed.
Ok, well, I'll see you next chapter. Hopefully you'll review this chapter, not like 15!