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Viktor moved closer to her. There was rage in his eyes. And lust. He seemed like an animal, wild untamed. He moved closer and his lips met hers. He kissed her roughly. Bruising her delicate lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth exploring her mouth. She tried to move away. He slapped her across the face.
Hermione woke with a start. She was led on Harry's sofa. She had a blanket over her. She looked around the room, there was a lamp on in the corner. Sat in the chair next to it was Harry. He was scribbling things down on a piece of parchment.
Harry noticed the movement across the room and looked up.
'Hermione, are you alright?' he asked.
'yeah' she replied 'I think so anyway. I just dreamt-' she paused, 'it doesn't matter'. she concluded weakly.
Her dream had seemed so real. Just like that night. But it had all been a dream, or a nightmare. That night had haunted her dreams for the past week. She couldn't get away from her feelings of being dirty, of being used. She hated him for that. But was he in control. There was something behind his eyes. It was like there was a beast inside trying to get out, taking over. He wasn't the Viktor that she knew, that she had fallen in love with.
'it does matter', he said moving across the room to sit next to her. 'if something's bothering you then you should be able to tell me about it. To lean on me like I've leaned on you for all these years.'
Hermione looked into his eyes. They showed genuine concern. She knew they would. She knew that he always worried about her, he always had and always would. She wanted to tell him. To open her soul deeper to him. But she didn't know where to start. How could she tell Harry what had happened? Harry would be so angry with what Viktor had done. Lord only knows what Harry would do to him if and when he found out.
She couldn't tell him, not yet anyway. 'it was nothing honestly Harry, just a nightmare. There's nothing for you to worry about'. she said but he looked unconvinced 'honestly Harry, its just a nightmare.' she leant forward and kissed his nose.
Just a nightmare.
'ok I'll believe you for now. But you know as well as I do dreams and nightmares are more than they seem'. he said before meeting her lips with his. 'but if you need to talk I'm always here, you know you can talk to me don't you?'
'of course I know that'. she replied 'I also know that this was just a nightmare. Ok you have to believe me there.' she kissed him on the lips again before pulling away and yawning.
'you still tired?' Harry asked 'I cant see how you've been asleep for ages. I've taken your things into the bedroom.'
'thanks,' Hermione said with a grateful smile on her face 'you coming?' she asked.
'no, you go on ahead, I've still got to finish that thing for work'. he said
Hermione kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
Hermione got into bed. She was so tired but she couldn't sleep. What if she had the dream again?
She lay in bed for what seemed like hours, just staring at the ceiling, fighting the waves of sleep that were crashing into her. Eventually sleep over whelmed her and she drifted into a fitful sleep.
She was stood in front of a door in a beautiful long white gown. Next to her stood Harry wearing a black suit and looking unbelievably handsome. He looked at her and beamed.
'I love you Mrs Potter.' he said before kissing her passionately. 'you ready?' he asked.
Hermione nodded. At this the doors in front of them opened and they were greeted by a crowd of cheering people, all of them throwing rose petals at the happy couple.
Harry leaned forwards to kiss Hermione, but before his lips reached their destination everything around her changed. the confetti faded and Harry was replaced by Viktor.
Viktor moved closer to her. There was rage in his eyes. And lust. He seemed like an animal, wild untamed. He moved closer and his lips met hers. He kissed her roughly. Bruising her delicate lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth exploring her mouth. She tried to move away. He slapped her across the face.
Hermione woke with a start. She touched her cheek where Viktor had slapped it felt sore and warm as though it had just happened. Her breath was raged and there was sweat pouring down her face. Looking at the empty space on the bed next to her, drew a small sigh of relief from her chest. At least Harry wasn't there to see it. He would only worry. Pressure her into telling him what was troubling her sleep.
She wanted it to stop. It had to stop.
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