I'm sorry my last few chappies have been so late in posting, but I have to admit my brain hit a mild roadbump along with my life got extremely busy at the same time. The next few chapters should come out more frequently as I have a really clear idea of certain scenes that are up and coming and have half of them already written in my brain. lol. That was why I was so quick with the first 20 chapters...I had the story so mapped out in my mind it just came spewing out. I just had to let my mind get ahead of my fingers once again and so as I said, hopefully I should have another 2 or 3 chapters out over the course of the week.
Thank you to all my readers and reviewers new and old. Each review I receive is completely appreciated and I love each and every one of them. To write a note to everyone is just taking up a lot of space and I know some ppl get irritated with that so I will just answer a few questions that were asked of me instead.
Brandy Rose - All your questions are great ones..but if there is one thing to be learned here, it is that I'm a Slytherin through and through when it comes to giving away things. (insert maniacal laughter here: Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha - End Maniacal laughter) heheh btw, I have read a few stories in which I have stayed up all hours to read because I'm so into them and I'm completely honoured that I have now done that to someone else. Thank you so much! btw Get some sleep! heh
JTBJAB - Honestly I think my fav. couple is SS/HG, but I just thought that writing Sirius would be fun, and he fit rather well with my plot bunny. Don't you worry though...You will get to see more of Sevvie soon. heh
CareBearErin - Yes I love Kelley Armstrong and I highly recommend her books if anyone hasn't read them yet. They are great...and people will see a very bit similarity to the look of the jail and one particular scene with Hermione and Malcolm from it. heheh I also felt the devestation that a werewolf would cause in a building full of people would be very similar to that of one scene from her second book. So there are definate influences from her in my writing up to a certain point. A mild crossover if you will. heh
Onto the chappie...of course all Harry Potter characters belong to JK...the rest belong to me and Dancing in Rain, who is the best muse a person could have.
The journey from the front desk to the hotel room seemed to take forever for Hailey. She had never felt more helpless in her life than she did at that moment. Not when she took her first train to Hogwarts, not even when she was being picked on by the local bullies in her neighbourhood. This surpassed any moment in her life when it came to complete and utter helplessness she decided to herself.
She glanced quickly at Hermione and couldn't help but frown. It was all Hailey could do to not beg for the older witch's forgiveness. It was because of her that Hermione was captured, and it was because of her that Hermione didn't struggle against Marcus. Soon it would be because of her that Hermione could possibly be raped.
Tears started to fill her eyes. Hailey grew up as a muggle, attending public school and dealing with her peers as they teased her about being a bookworm. The day that she received her Hogwarts letter was filled with disbelieve, awe, excitement and then pride. Not only was unique from her peers because of her intellect, now she realized that she was in fact magical in every sense of the word. Her parents took awhile to warm up to the concept, but in the end they were as loving and supporting as they had always been. To help her learn about the world she was entering, her parents had bought her a few books to read and read them she did. Her favourite was of course Hogwarts, A History but it was while riding on the Hogwarts Express that she started to thumb through another. This was the one that was her first introduction to Hermione Granger, and the moment that the witch became one of Hailey's Heros.
"The Boy Who Lived: An Unauthorized Biography of Harry Potter and Friends" written by Colin Creevey. She was never one for unauthorized biographies, a load of trash they usually were. This one though captured her attention, not because of the famous Harry Potter and his best mate Ron but because of the bookish Hermione Granger. Hailey saw herself in so many ways that she could only hope that she would be able to be one tenth that of the famous Hermione Granger. Often the teachers of Hogwarts compared her tenacity for learning to that of Hermione, and Hailey would burst with pride.
Hailey could almost see the thoughts reflected in Hermione's eyes as the older witch tried to think of a way to get them out of their predicament. It was at that moment that Hailey realized that she had to stop acting so damn helpless and finally grow up and defend herself. It is what Hermione would have done, and it would be what she would do now. There would be an opportunity, it was just up to her to spot it.
It was indeed true at that very moment Hermione was trying to think of a way that she could get both herself and Hailey away from Marcus safely. What was more important though was getting Hailey out first, then she would worry about herself. First off though, she realized that the day was only just beginning for her. Marcus surely wouldn't settle for letting her have a nap before attempting anything nefarious with her, so she would have to try and convince him to let her freshen up.
The door of the room loomed before them much too quickly for Hermione's liking and when they entered the room the usually soft click of the door shutting seemed to echo in her head. She couldn't help but flinch slightly before turning to face the leering look of Marcus Flint. It was time to set the wheels in motion and hopefully the opportunity of a lifetime would present itself.
"Look Flint, I know that look on your face but I feel like shit which must mean I must look like shit. If you let me have a quick shower I will not fight you in whatever you wish to do." Hermione stated.
Marcus gave her a doubtful look and then glanced to the younger witch. "After she has her shower you are going to stay in the washroom, got it?" he growled to Hailey.
Hailey gave a meek nod and Marcus waved his hand towards the washroom. "Toss your clothes out here and I will scourgify them as best I can."
Hermione nodded silently and then gave the young witch a reassuring look. "It will be alright Hailey."
A cold shower would be good to revive her. The pillows on the beds were calling her name, but she needed to ignore their siren song and wake herself up. If there was something to motivate her to stay awake after having been up for so long, it was the distasteful thought of having to sleep with Marcus.
Hailey watched as Hermione went into the washroom and then eventually tossed her clothing out onto the ground just outside the door. She couldn't help but notice the dried blood stains on the pants and wondered how on earth they got into the hotel without someone questioning them. Marcus bent down to pick up the garments and pulled his wand out from inside his jacket.
She watched as he cast the cleansing spell on them, but not all of the dried blood was able to be removed. The wizard's brow crinkled slightly as he thought to himself until his face lit up suddenly. With another quick spell the clothing turned from their original cream colour into a rusty brown. Hailey couldn't help the feeling of surprise that filled her at that moment. If there was one thing Marcus seemed to have a talent for, it was choosing a colour that would look just perfect on Hermione. Not only that, but the stains were not as apparent as they had been.
"You seem surprised." Hailey jumped when Marcus's voice broke the silence of the room.
The shower turned on in the washroom and Hailey glanced quickly from the wizard to the door of the washroom. "How could you. You really think that she would ever sleep with you if you hadn't used me as leverage?"
"So the little youngling has a bite." Marcus chuckled.
Hailey jutted her chin proudly and gave him a stubborn look. "If things weren't so…pressing at the moment," Hailey couldn't help the look of disgust on her face as the man adjusted his pants, "then I would have taken the time to perhaps woo her into my bed. I have no doubt though she would have ended up there. I am rather known for my sexual abilities you know."
Hailey gagged aloud. "Oh please, as if. I think she would have slept with Filch before she would ever sleep with you willingly. At least he wasn't a deatheater."
Before Hailey could even register what happened, her head twisted to the side and her body flipped off the bed that she had sat down on. Her cheek throbbed as she put her hand up to cup it and when she looked up at Marcus, his face was mere inches from hers. "You will do well to curb that tongue of yours brat, else I may be tempted to cut it out."
He walked back over towards the door of the washroom and the anger that was just in his eyes, intensified and twisted into a lusty leer. Hailey heard his knuckles crack as he rubbed the backs of them and she wondered if it was from hitting her, or the desire to lay them on the witch in the washroom. She couldn't let Hermione do this she thought to herself. Hailey would much rather die than to have her hero sacrifice herself in that way for her.
She stood up and fisted her knuckles, letting the anger broil within her. "FUCKING BASTARD!" She screamed at him while she lunged, letting her fists fly and managed to crack Marcus on his cheek once before the wizard took over control.
"That is it you little piece of shit!" He growled loudly. "I don't fucking need you anymore anyways now that I have her here with me. You are nothing. Just a wee speck of crap is what you are. An insignificant child that is utterly expendable."
Marcus raised his wand and Hailey cowered back a step.
The cold watered showered over her skin and goosebumps started to form on her flesh, making her think that she probably looked very similar to a plucked chicken at that moment. The brief thought gave her a momentary chuckle until she could start to feel her teeth chattering.
That was enough she thought to herself, enough to wake her up once more so she reached down and turned on the warm water so that she would stop the uncontrolled shivering that started to rack her body. When she heard Hailey's voice through the sound of falling water, Hermione's senses went on full alert.
She didn't bother to shut off the water, but instead hopped out of the stall and crept towards the door, placing her ear against it. Marcus must have been right on the other side, because she could hear his words clearly. Their cruelness echoed in her mind and anger filled her.
Marcus was livid to say the least. How dare the little shit try and stop his plans. There was a gorgeous naked woman on the other side of the door beside him, and the little brat decides to go all heroic on him and attacks him. What a stupid girl. His wand was raised to cast the killing curse when the door of the washroom suddenly opened.
The action caused him to turn his head to look and when he did it was like time suddenly went into slow motion. Hermione was standing in the doorway completely naked. His eyes took in her entire form for a moment. Her hair was slicked back, but a strand hung down her forehead with a drip of water that threatened to drop. And drop it did. He saw it fall onto her cheek and down to her chin, hugging the curve of her jawline until it started to snake its way down her neck and over her collarbone. On it continued, zig zagging its way down in between the valley of her breasts. The droplet caressed the smooth skin lovingly he thought to himself as it continued down her flat stomach and past her bellybutton. Soon he thought, soon it would find its way to the very spot that he wanted to be buried in.
Suddenly though his vision started to blur and swim before him and he staggered back as he realized that Hermione's fist had connected with his face. So mesmerized by that one droplet was he, that he failed to notice her haul back and crack him soundly in the face. What seemed like a lifetime to him was in fact a fraction of a second, and it was that moment in time that tipped the balance of power from him to her.
Fear. This was something that Hailey had come to hate during this whole experience. Her fear was crippling at times, and it was those times that she became a weak sniveling little girl. Well she was done with the fear now. How could she not be when Hermione boldly opened the door completely naked and managed to clock a man that was almost twice her size.
This, Hailey realized, was her moment. She turned quickly and ran to the table that sat between the two beds. Her hands clutched the lamp that sat on the table and she yanked the cord out of the wall as she ran back towards Marcus. She needed to work fast before he was able to regain his control over the situation. If Hailey were ever to write of the moment she sent the lamp crashing down upon Marcus's head, she would have to describe the sound that the connection had made resembled a word that would written as "Thwok" , yes that would be the particular spelling she considered to herself for a moment. Suddenly she couldn't help but giggle to herself as she thought of an old muggle show called "Batman & Robin". It was the fighting scenes in particular that was brought to mind and she could picture the scene that just played out. The lamp would crash down on Marcus's head and a big cartoon bubble would appear on the screen and inside would be the word "Thwok". Oh yes that would be it, she laughed out loud. And when Hermione had gotten her shot, there would have been a large "Blam".
Fingers snapped in front of her face and she blinked as her mind cleared suddenly and Hermione snapped into focus. "Oh…sorry. I guess the pressure just got to me." Hailey said sheepishly, realizing that she must have looked rather maniacal or just clearly off her rocker.
"Its ok, I understand. Hold this while I get dressed quickly. Well damn..the man at least has colour sense." Hermione said pressing a wand into her hand and then looking at the clothing on the bed. She watched as the witch rushed to get her clothing on, pausing only briefly to kick Marcus in the face when he started to groan softly.
"Are you ok?" Hermione asked as she took in the slight swelling on Hailey's cheek. The question brought back the memory of the soreness and she winced slightly as she pressed her own fingers to the area that would surely be bruised by the evening.
"I'm ok." Hailey replied.
"Good, now lets get out of here shall we?" Hermione said with a confident smile.
Hailey nodded emphatically and the two witches stepped over the unconscious wizard and Hermione opened the door. They both jumped back with a startled squeak. There on the other side was a man with his hand raised as if he was about to knock on the door. He immediately saw Marcus on the ground and then glanced up to Hermione.
"Well I see that Renee and Kevin have underestimated their famous Princess." The man said with a grin and leaned up against the side of the door.
The figure in the hall had nearly scared the crap out of Hermione, and for a brief moment she thought that their escape had been thwarted yet again, but when the man mentioned Renee and Kevin she immediately knew he was there to help. She pushed past him, grabbing Hailey's hand just before she moved and then the man's arm as she stepped into the hallway.
She yanked the two of them, encouraging both to follow her quickly down the hallway to the elevator. This wasn't time for introductions. Who knew how long it would take for Marcus to wake again, and the groans that filtered out into the hallway just confirmed her suspicions. The man had given an irritated snort and yanked his arm out of her grasp, but he didn't argue with her at that moment. When they entered the elevator and the man pushed the ground floor button, Marcus came running out of the room.
Hermione reached over to grab the wand from Hailey and held it up in her hand and twirled it much like a baton. "Missing something Flint?" She called out to him and with an evil grin she raised her other hand and snapped the piece of wood in two. The man had been holding the door open for her, but the look of rage on Marcus's face made him think twice about that decision. Hermione nearly chuckled at how the man repeatedly pushed the button to close the elevator doors. Marcus was running full tilt down the hallway towards them and the bellow of anger could be heard as well as the loud thump as a fist connected with the doors just as they closed.