Disclaimer: Id just like to say that I don't own Harry Potter, nor will I ever. If I did then I would have more than £1.22 in my bank account.
Viktor stood in the doorway to the sitting room. There he saw Hermione locked in a tight embrace with Harry.
'It alright now' he was saying to her. He stroked her hair as she sobbed into her shoulder. 'It's ok now. You've told me. We can sort this out together. We can work through it. You've got me now.'
Harry looked up and saw Viktor standing in the doorway.
'What do you think you're doing here?' he said releasing Hermione and standing up. 'What gives you the right? After what you did to Hermione.' he started to walk toward Hermione rage in his green eyes.
'Harry, wait' Hermione said getting up and grabbing his arm before he could reach his target.
'But Hermione, think,' he said. 'think about what he did-'
'It's alright Harry.' she said not looking at him but at Viktor. 'Let's hear what he has to say. Let him tell us why he did what he did.'
She watched his facial expression with a fire in her eyes. The fire she used to have before any of this all happened. Telling Harry what had some how released something within her.
'So? Why was it Viktor? Why did you do it?' she said her voice unnaturally calm. 'Did it make you feel good? Did it? Did it make you feel like a man?'
He stared at her. He wasn't entirely sure what she meant. Was she talking about when he had hit her? Or was there something else?
That night.
He still couldn't remember what happened that night. What if he had done something terrible to her? How could he ever make it up to her now? It looked like everything between them was over now anyway. She was with Harry now.
'Well?' she said crossing her arms across her body and shifting her hips slightly. 'I'm waiting.'
'Herm-own-ninny. I don't know what you are talking about. If you are speaking about when I haff hit you I am very truly sorry. I did not mean to haff hurt you. I did not know what I was doing. I know that is no excuse.' he finished staring at the ground.
'Don't give me that.' she said her voice rising as her temper flared. He had no right to do the things that he did to her. And now, now he was pretending that he didn't know what she talking about. How could he not? He was there. He did it to her and now she couldn't make it go away.
Viktor said nothing.
'You know that that's a load of shit. You know what you did that night. There's no use pretending that it didn't happen, that you didn't do anything. Because I know, I was there. I'm always there. Its always up here.' she pointed at her head. She was shaking with suppressed rage. Tears were pouring down her face.
'I don't know I swear.' Viktor said his expression desperate. 'I don't know. I can't remember any thing that happened that night. I was so drunk.'
'Yeah, your always drunk aren't you Viktor? You're always down the pub. I miss you when you're gone, but as soon as I hear you coming back I wish you went back there. Because I knew what was coming when you came. I knew that you would do some thing. That you'd accuse me of having an affair with one of my best friends, or you'd hit me or worse. And that night, well that was no different was it? Except this time I stood up to you and you made me pay.' she shouted this at Viktor who stood watching her, his eyes wide. She hated him. He could tell.
'I don't know what happened.' he said weakly.
'You do. I do. I've had to live with it. It has kept me awake. I can't sleep. I don't want to. Because if I do, I know I'll be there again. I know I'll smell your breath. Know I'll feel you all over me.' she paused for breath. 'Do you really want to know what happened?' she asked him. Though he felt that this was more of a rhetorical question. That she had already made up her mind.
He looked at her. He wanted to know. That's why he had come here. Wasn't it? That was the reason. Or at least one of them.
He was afraid of what he had done. It must have bee something terrible because it had affected her so badly. Had made her hate the man that she loved.
He nodded.
'I'm sorry what was that?' Hermione asked him. She had seen the nod but she wanted him to say so. Wanted him to tell her that he wanted to know what he had done.
'I would like to know what I did herm-own-ninny. I want to know. I want to know how I hurt you so bad. I want know how I can make it better.' he said. He was dreading the answer that she was going to give him.
'you raped me Viktor.' she said. All the anger she was feeling brought out in those four words. 'YOU RAPED ME.' she screamed her arms by her side, her hands drawn into fists. 'are you happy now? Now that you know.'
Viktor didn't answer he just stood their staring at her disbelief in his eyes.
A/N: so that was the chapter. Do you know when you have an idea for a scene in your head and its really good and you just cant get it in to words? Well this was one of those scenes. I had the idea but I don't think whats writen here does it any justice. Tell me what you think. Press the blue 'go' button. You know you want to.