Dead and Gone
During the war, Hermione went M.I.A. Everyone thought she was dead and after a few years, everyone moved on. Including Ron. But what happens when she resurfaces, seemingly unharmed?
A/N: This is a short chapter. The next one will hopefully be longer. Hope you guys like it and don't forget to review! :)
Chapter Seven: No Matter What
Hermione sat up and held a hand to her head. Frantically looking around, she realized that she was in Fred's room. Getting up and going to the door, she found it locked. She searched for her wand, and found that they had taken it. How had they gotten her? She searched her brain, trying to figure out what went wrong. Then she remembered. Ginny. She fisted her hands, her knuckles turning white. Standing away from the door, her attempt of wandless magic resulted in her being sent flying backwards into the wall. Protection spells. She thought. No point in trying to the window. She said to herself. They'll have done the entire room.
She ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes. They were going to pay for this. They couldn't keep her caged up like some animal. They'd see that soon enough. Opening her eyes, she looked around. The room was small and seemed to be getting smaller with each second. Closing her eyes again, she took a deep breath.
"Breathe…just breathe." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the bed, her hands in her hair and her head down.
George was about to open the door when he heard Hermione talking. Who is she talking to? he asked himself. She sounded as if she were trying to calm someone down. Maybe she was claustrophobic. He waited to see if she would continue to talk. When all he heard was silence, he held his wand tight in his hand and opened the door. She was sitting on Fred's bed, her head in her hands. He watched her for a moment before walking in completely and closing the door behind him. This isn't a good idea. Said the voice in his head but he ignored it.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked up. She stood up and waved her hand, trying to use her wandless magic again. George cringed when she was flown backwards over the bed and hit the wall.
"I should have mentioned the protection spells stop you from using any kind of magic." He said.
Hermione groaned in pain and rolled onto her back. George walked over to her and helped her up. Once she was sitting on the bed, she shrugged his hand off her shoulder.
She narrowed her eyes when she saw a smile tug at his lips. "What?" she snapped.
"Nothing. You just look cute in my clothes." he said, looking at the boxers and shirt of his that she was still wearing.
Hermione looked down. She had forgotten. "Not like I have anything else to bloody wear until you give me back my clothes." she said.
George rubbed the back of his neck. "Right. They're probably done drying. I'll be right back."
Hermione watched as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. What the bloody hell is he up to? She wondered to herself. A few minutes later, George walked back in with her clothes and handed them to her, then left without saying a word. Hermione was, undoubtedly, confused. Looking from the closed door, down to the clothes on her lap, she ran her hand over the folded sweater on top. He had cleaned them. Sighing, she stripped from his clothes and dressed her fresh ones, deciding to leave the sweater off and wear just the jeans and tank top.
She was laying on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge and starring at the ceiling the next time he entered about a half hour later. She looked over at him. He closed the door behind him as he floated a tray of tea, sandwiches, chips and a bowl of something she couldn't see. She watched him as he floated the tray over to the bed, where it hovered beside it.
"Not gonna try to throw me again?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
Hermione sat up but didn't say anything. He sat down on the bed and the tray hovered down to rest on the bed between them as he leaned against the headboard. He grabbed a sandwich and took a bite. Seeing her watching him, he swallowed the food in his mouth.
"It's for you too." He said and began pouring some tea into two cups.
They ate in silence, Hermione giving him curious looks the entire time. Hadn't she tried to hurt him? Why was he doing this? Shouldn't he be angry with her? Hermione was taking a sip of tea when George picked up a washcloth from the bowl, which was full of water, and squeezed the extra water out of it. She pulled back when he reached up.
"You have blood on your forehead." he said and went to wipe away the blood that had appeared when she attempted to throw him. She didn't pull away this time, just watched him, wondering what he was up to.
He gave her a small smile once the blood was gone and the water in the bowl was tinted red from the washcloth. "Done?" he asked, noticing she had stopped eating.
She nodded and he stood up. The tray began to float again as he walked towards the door. He opened it and the tray floated out of the room. Turning back to her, he watched her for a moment. "Get some rest." He said and walked out.
The door was almost closed, when Hermione finally spoke up. "Why are you doing this?"
George looked back at her. "Doing what?"
"Taking care of me." she said, her eyes narrowing.
"I promised you I would." He said and Hermione just starred at him. Just before closing the door, he added; "No matter what."