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Le Discomforture
The rock of the hard stonewall dug into Hermione's shoulder as hard as the hand clamped around her mouth forced her tooth into her lip. She clenched her eyes shut, as if she was afraid of seeing who had her roughly trapped against a dank wall in an empty dungeon corridor. In a vain attempt at struggle, she kicked her legs, and screamed. The sound was muffled and weak as the breathing of both beings was labored. It had her shoulder trapped against her, and her body pressing against it, immobilizing it. Her other arm was bent at such an odd angle, one would think it broken, and intertwined with her attacker's, who was leaning against her.
After about 45 seconds of pure struggle, she stopped moving. Holding her eyes closed, Hermione leaned her head against the cold stonewall.
"Urgh. I can't believe I'm touching you." A disgusted voice dripped in her ear.
Hermione's eyes popped open. And instantly connected with stormy gray ones.
Draco Malfoy had Hermione Granger pressed against a wall in the dungeon, with his face inches from hers. That was a sentence you won't read very often.
He removed his hand from her mouth with an immense look of hatred, and wiped it on her cloak. It didn't stop her from speaking her mind, however.
"Malfoy! You foul, disgusting little gutless worm! I could easily disembowel you with a flick of my wand, and you and your horrible insides would be spilled all over the floor for everybody to tread on. They'd spit on you, they'd step on you…" she snarled, trying to move away, causing him to paralyze her further.
"Shut
your filthy little mouth. Why would you spill me on the ground? Try
to bring me down to your level? Dirt?"
"If anybody is dirty
it's gonna be you, ferret face!" she shrieked.
" Well, some one has a lot of pent up anger they need to express!" He smirked, moving his face closer.
" Don't
you get any closer! Harry and Ron would so flay you within an inch of
your useless life!"
"Empty threat, scummy. My father has said
that since I was five. I think I've done a pretty good job getting
around the useless part, don't you?"
"Oh yes! Life would just be so boring with out you! We all worship the ground you walk on!"
"I know, I know. Kiss my boots, fold my undies. Pansy gives me the same speech every morning. I hardly expected such endearment from you, though, Granger. Try to control your womanly urges." He drawled, his face remaining unbearably calm, and controlled.
Hermione lost all self-control she had. She spat in his face. He wiped it off with his free hand, and again, wiped it on her cloak.
"Um, ew?" He said, this time sounding indifferent. As if she had pointed out a cigarette butt, rather than projecting bodily fluids into his face.
"Let go of me! Now!" She snarled, thrashing to get away.
"No" he stated.
"Prick!"
"I do think with that organ too, thank you."
"I think all females know that." Hermione sneered.
"Wouldn't you love to be able to claim the same thing?" he shot back.
"Malfoy, please let go! You're hurting me!" she said, a plea entering her voice.
He laughed softly, shaking his head. Blond hair brushed her forehead and she shuddered with revulsion.
"Then why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice now hard. His eyes clouded over.
"Because you disgust me. You're worthless. You're ugly. And you think you're better than every one. You fit the bill of your average bookworm virgin. Know-it-all, Granger. Mudblood princess of the lion's den. The only woman in the boy-who-is-too-important-to-die's life. The yield sign. The bird. The background noise. And you bug me." He ranted, slowly, with a rising rumble in his voice.
Hermione tilted her head.
"Glad to be of service, your majesty." She answered with a solid growl.
"And you know what? You don't see it! And you know why?" He exploded.
" Because I don't need to see anything!"
"NO! Because you're blind!"
"To what, Malfoy? Tell me? How stupid am I? How ugly am I? How worthless am I? Why don't you just tell me? Huh?" she screamed in face. Tears were now building, as every word he said sliced into her little self-confidence.
"I will. I hate you. Everybody hates you. You do everything better than anyone else! But you have flaws. I know you do, because I am the only person who has come this close to flawless. You think that prince charming will sweep you away for your bitchy demeanor. You think that you'll always have the weasel and scarhead to do your bidding. Your hair is frizzy, and mousy, and makes you look like a triangle! You're prissy, and stuck up, you've got a stick shoved up your ass labeled 'Life' and YOUR GRADES ARE STUPID! Nobody should be able to know as much as you do! You're a disgusting mutant freak-of-nature, and when you die, you'll be put in an unmarked grave because nobody will care." He spat, finishing his tirade by slamming her against the wall again.
Hermione had shut her eyes in order to stop tears from flowing. This made him angrier.
"Look
at me, filth."
"No"
"NOW!"
"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! You're a bastard Malfoy! You really
are! Nothing is wrong with me! There's more wrong with you than
there is with me!" she screamed, now wrenching her eyes open and
screaming at him with a hysterical pitch.
"Yeah? If you could see the last 24 hours of your life, would you honestly say that you were happy with how you are?" he asked.
"Yes. Because I'm not a back-stabbing son of chosen bitch, death eater puppet bastard." She said, now looking him straight in the eyes.
There was a furiously stony silence as he glared at her, a vein in his temple throbbing in the dim light. Hermione's breath hitched as his weight on her increased.
"If you could see yourself in the last 24 hours, would you be happy with who you are?" he asked again, slowly, as of he were gritting it out through his teeth.
"Yes. As I already stated." She said, venom creeping into her unsteady voice.
"Then do it."
His sudden release of her made her slide halfway down the wall, and feel extremely light. She pushed herself back up, and stared at him. He was standing in front of her, with his arms rigidly held, his gray eyes burning a furious fire. He was close enough that he wasn't going to let her go anywhere, but far enough that she could have her personal space.
"What do you mean, 'do it'?" she asked, a flash of confusion crossing her face.
"I'd give you the tools you need to see yourself in the last 24 hours you weren't sleeping. If I gave them to you, would you take them?" he asked, now sounding like a peer who was daring her to stick her tongue to a pole in the middle of the winter.
"Just to prove you wrong." She answered.
His hand went to his right pocket, and withdrew a bottle. She extended her hand, and he slapped it into her palm. Hermione looked at it in shock.
It was a little tiny bottle-like vial. It had intricate folds of glass, and was a deep purple blue. The glass folds of the bottle formed a tiny spiral on one side. Inside the spiral, were words. Delicately shaped in glass, with a formal, but scrawling script was:
'Le ore di giudizio'
Hermione spent a couple seconds running through her little Italian vocabulary.
"Hours of…"
"Judgment." Malfoy finished with a sneer.
Hermione suddenly understood. She straightened with a hiss of air.
"Malfoy! How in hell did you get this? It's so rare! It's an Elvin creation! It's…"
"Don't go all freakish worshipper on me, mudblood. Just bloody well take the shit." He said, brushing off her babbling.
"B-But…"
"Just do it."
"Fine."
On a spur of nerves, Hermione popped the bottle lid off, and downed the whole potion in one shuddering gulp, throwing caution about consuming a substance from Malfoy into the winds.
He raised his hand, a smirk playing on his lips, and waved goodbye with his fingers.
Hermione doubled over, as an invisible hand wrapped around her stomach and squeezed. She retched as the same hand pulled on the back of her eyeballs.
Then, she felt light, and floating. So light, she straightened and grinned stupid at Malfoy, who was watching with bored interest.
Then she passed out, slamming to floor with a resounding thud.
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