Camping Muggle Style
Summary
When Dumbledore has a camping idea he pulls through with it. Draco is furious and Hermione is ecstatic. Can love find a cold hearted Slythrin?
Disclaimer
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And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Hermione walked out of the hall crying. She didn't really want to go back to the castle. She knew that as soon as they got back Draco would forget about her. She walked back to the campsite and sat down in a lawn chair.
"Poor little mudblood. All alone with no one to save her." Said a voice from behind her.
She went to turn around but was held in place by rough hands.
"Don't scream now girl our you will be in pain one hundred times worse than you already will be." Said a cruel voice from behind her
"Please don't." She whispered
"Shut up." A hand collided with her cheek
She looked up and saw Marcus Flint. She tried to get away but was pulled back down.
She heard the cracks of apparition (Sorry can't spell). She looked around and saw more Death Eaters. She tried screaming but her voice fell short when she started feeling immense pain. She fell off the chair and on the ground. Her body was twitching in pain and all her muscles seemed to be on fire. Then it all seemed to stop.
"How'd you like that you Mudblood bitch." Laughed a Death Eater
"Let's get her back. Now." Said a different Death Eater.
They bound her and threw her over someone's shoulder. They apparition away and all that went threw Hermione's head was that she was dead.
Months, weeks, years she had no clue how much time had gone by. She wasn't sure whether she was dead or alive. Her whole body seemed numb. She had been beaten constantly. They wanted information but she never gave it to them. They wanted her to scream but she never did. They wanted her to break and she wasn't sure she had. Sure she couldn't move but that was physically, mentally she was perfectly fine.
Hermione's POV
My life seems to be totally fucking perfect. I was better off with my damn father. Oh shit someone's coming in.
The door was left open. Someone was walking closer slowly and softly. "Hermione…are you awake." Of course I'm awake but yeah you don't know that because I can't talk or move. "I'm going to get you out of here. Someone is dying to see you. Well a lot of people are." Great Voldemort again. Didn't I just see him last week.
Wait arms under me OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT HURTS. PLEASE STOP PLEASE. SLEEP YES LOVELY SLEEP.
Normal POV
"We have to get out of here fast before HE comes looking for us and she's getting weaker by the minute." Said a voice Hermione did not recognise
Hermione's point of view tell me what you think
Sexii Mudblood