But it's Better If You Do
Chapter 8
Author: commando
commando's Note: Okay, so I apologize a lot for this taking forever to get posted. I've been very busy and hadn't had the time to sit down and write. But here it is: Chapter eight! Hope it explains everything clearly enough. Thanks for your reviews & support!
Hermione didn't open her eyes in fear of what she might see. She could feel the cold, dampness of the room she was in. There was someone else in the room; maybe more than just one person. Hermione felt shaky but managed to calm herself.
She took a big breath, hoping that would help, and opened her eyes. She saw a figure standing there, not facing her, but nonetheless there. She was frightened by who it might be. But she recognized the shape of this person. The way the hair fell, the stance. She shifted and he looked back at her.
"Ah, so you are awake," Blaise said.
Hermione refrained from talking.
"Good. Good. I shall go get Him then?" He phrased it more as a question, but a rhetorical one.
"No," Hermione said.
"Sorry?" Blaise raised his eyebrows and his wand. Hermione spotted her wand in his pocket. She really wished she could reach it.
"No, don't go."
Blaise lifted his hand and smacked her.
"Do not tell me what to do, Granger," Blaise said, stepping back.
The sound of her last name sent stings through her body and she cried out. She lifted her hand to her face, where it had been slapped. It was hot and sore. Hermione rubbed it gently before attempting to get on her feet. She noticed the room she was in. It was somewhat of a dungeon, with one small window, barred, above her and dark, cement walls on all sides. There was one door, locked, of course.
Hermione now stood face to face to Blaise and Hermione noticed something different about him: his eyes. No longer were they the mysterious dark brown, but instead, were replaced by icy blue ones that Hermione could hardly stand looking at. Hermione's mouth nearly dropped as Blaise's hair started turning a light blonde colour.
"What's happening?" Hermione said, almost concerned.
"Shut up, Granger!" The voice was no longer Blaise's, but one she recognized well to be Draco Malfoy's.
Now Blaise's body was turning back into Draco's, and Draco was disoriented by his mutating. Hermione took this opportunity to grab her wand from Draco's pocket, disarm Draco and go to the door. She unlocked it and ran for it. They were in some old house and she was in the basement. She crept up the stairs in fear that there would be more Death Eaters above her. She saw no one and made her way to a door. She opened it and heard someone yell, "She's escaping!" and the rustle of about ten men's feet start running after her.
Shit! She thought. She felt like just clasping and letting them catch up with her. Her body couldn't take this fear. But she didn't want to think about what would happen if she stopped and they caught her. She couldn't let that happen. She kept running towards her destination: the forest. She ran across the field where they had arrived. She didn't dare look back because that might slow her down. She felt something shoot past her, a spell. Which one? She could not tell. She just kept running. When she finally made it into the forest, where the darkness camouflaged her, she looked back and saw that no longer were the Death Eaters chasing her, but heading back inside of the house. She didn't understand their behavior but decided not to linger and headed further into the forest. She had no idea where she was, but she just kept going and hoped not to come across anything.
She had walked for so long she lost track of time. The sun would not rise for another few hours; the night had not gotten lighter. She walked on, with her wand lit hoping to find something that would help her find her way. She was hoping to walk into a village or town she would recognize. But so far, it had just been forest.
She felt the need of sleep coming on to her but she kept going. Her eyes were lowering and she found a small grassy field where she rested against a tree. Her brain ached and all she wanted to do was sleep. There was a rustle in the trees, merely caused by the wind, but Hermione's heart leapt and she got up, producing her wand in front of her. When nothing evil appeared, Hermione breathed deeply and let out a few tears. She didn't know where she was, she had no way of getting where she wanted. She wondered if Dumbledore knew about her parents. If she knew anything about Dumbledore, it was that he had a knack for knowing important things before anyone else. He knew that Hermione was at her parents, as he had sent her there, and he would most certainly know that her parents were dead. Well, Hermione hoped he would know.
Maybe they'll come looking for me. Hermione had no clue as who "they" were. She hoped "they" were Dumbledore, Harry and Ron. She sat back down against the tree and closed her eyes. She finally allowed herself to drift into a light sleep.
She slept for a few hours and was awoken with a horrible thought: What happened to Blaise? The real Blaise, she thought. The one she had grown to love. She reached down to her stomach and rested her hand on the small bump. She hoped the baby was okay, they had taken a lot tonight. For the first time, as she sat under a big tree in an unknown place, in the middle of the night her baby kicked. The movement startled Hermione and she rested her hand on the spot she had felt her baby. It wasn't painful, nor was it pleasurable. But it was reassuring.
It was if the baby had read her thoughts and decided to let its mother know that it was tough. Hermione shivered and let out sob. She hated that she couldn't hold it back anymore. But after a few moments of silent sobbing, she felt the need to continue; not only for herself anymore, but for her baby.