"Hermione! What happened?!" an anxious voice called to her, the second she landed back in the room.
Where she found the strength to pick herself up and walk over to the bed before collapsing onto it, Hermione did not know. The only thing she was aware of was how tired her body was as Ginny quickly joined her on the bed. She could almost feel the questioning look burning through her, but she remained silent nonetheless. Instead she groaned and rolled onto her side, closing her eyes and wishing fully to not have to think at the moment.
How could she possibly explain her actions? She didn't even want to let herself ponder over what had happened. She felt like if she did, then her whole world might crumble. "Hermione...?" Ginny's voice was really soft as she slowly looked upon her friend in concern. The concern was what did it for her. Hermione felt her eyes sting as tears welled up, but she willed them not to fall. "What did he do to you?" She heard.
Oh God... That's when she couldn't help it anymore. Her body contracted as she began to sob quietly, the memories of the past hour no longer able to be kept away. Her actions weighing heavily on her whole body, causing it to groan in protest. She felt Ginny's hands on her back, trying to soothe her, but Ginny couldn't make it better. No one could. Heck, Ginny thought he had done something to her. But no... Hermione had willingly given her body to the devil, right after being told how much he despised her.
No. Hermione definitely couldn't tell Ginny anything. She wouldn't be able to explain his words. She wouldn't be able to recite them back to her and then tell her what she did. She just simply couldn't tell Ginny how she demeaned herself in front of the bastard, or tell her she willingly gave into his commands and helped him achieve his goal of 'breaking' her. She couldn't tell Ginny about how much she had enjoyed his touch, his kisses, the feel of him inside her. No, she simply couldn't. She would not allow herself to watch as the look in Ginny's eyes changed and she realized what a little whore Hermione really was.
"Hermione, I'm really worried." Ginny said slowly. "Do you want me to get anyone for help? Are you hurt?" The words only caused Hermione to cry harder. If Ginny knew how truly hurt she really was. But the hurt hadn't come in the hands of Malfoy. No, she had done this all by herself. But of course, Hermione didn't voice any of this. Instead, she just shook her head no.
"Then what's wrong?" There was a little more desperation in Ginny's voice now. "Why won't you tell me?" If I told her she probably wouldn't believe me. Hermione thought. No body would. Who could believe that perfect little Granger completely let herself go and willingly let her enemy abuse her. Hermione hid her face in her hands in shame. What had she become?
Then she heard a little gasp. The sound made Hermione panic for some reason, yet she didn't know why. "You -" Ginny broke off, apparently not being able to get it out of her mouth. "Did you -" Hermione stopped crying and looked up at her friend. Ginny's mouth was hanging open as she looked down at Hermione, shock evident in her eyes. Hermione was afraid to keep looking, but she also didn't want to look away. Instead, she silently pleaded with Ginny to not judge her. To not be revolted by her. Carefully, she nodded.
"Oh." Ginny replied, her face dropping. "But... How...?" She asked slowly.
Hermione closed her eyes again and looked away. Fuck. How could she explain herself? On one hand, Hermione hated the idea of Ginny thinking of her differently, of ruining her image in Ginny's eyes. But on the other hand, she felt like she completely deserved being hated, being scorned for her actions.
Suddenly, Ginny perked up. Hermione looked back up at her. "You have got to tell me everything, Hermione." She said. When Hermione looked at her with surprise, she rolled her eyes. "We can discuss the ethics of it later, and what it means and all that shite, but right now I just need to know one thing: Was it amazing?"
Hermione couldn't help it. She giggled. This caused Ginny to giggle, and soon the two were both rolling on the bed, clutching their stomachs and laughing. But Hermione knew they weren't laughing at what Ginny said. They were laughing at how absurd this situation was. Never in a million years would Hermione have imagined sitting in a bedroom with Ginny, talking about how great of a shag Draco Malfoy was. It was totally absurd.
Finally the two stopped and tried to regain their breaths. "Yes." Hermione finally said. "He was absolutely, incredibly, one-hundred-percent bloody brilliant." She stated. Then there was more giggling. When they calmed down again, Ginny continued her questioning.
"Remember all those stories we'd hear from those Slytherin girls about how good of a shag he was? How he could just make you come with the simplest touch?" She asked. Hermione nodded. "Well, I always was curious about that. Of course I hated him and all, but honestly, he was pretty good looking, don't you think?"
This made Hermione's smile drop. Yes, he was quite handsome. Really sexy indeed. But that in no way justified the results of the past couple hours. She nodded and looked down. She didn't want Ginny to see the expression on her face. She heard her sigh and shift on the bed into a more comfortable position.
"What's -" Ginny tempted. Taking a breath, she tried again. "What's wrong, Hermione?"
Hermione scoffed. "Well, you see Gin, I just got fucked by one of my worst enemies who absolutely hates me." She spat sarcastically. She didn't mean to put all her anger towards Ginny when it was really against herself, but she just couldn't help it. "And that could be only slightly fucking problematic, since he's a God-damn Death Eater and I'm trying to fight against people exactly like him."
"Well, obviously he doesn't hate you if -" Ginny was taken aback by her bitterness, but she tried to comfort her friend nonetheless.
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that one." Hermione interrupted. Something jabbed at her heart at this. Renewed tears came to her eyes and she closed them, willing the tears not to fall.
Ginny just looked at her curiously. The tone in Hermione's voice let her know that there was something that she was not telling her. "Hermione..." She started cautiously. "What happened? He didn't... But he wouldn't have... Oh, my goodness! Did he -"
"No, Gin. He didn't rape me." She cut the girl off. "I think I'd be in way worse condition if that had happened. Oh no... I was quite willing." Hermione spat the last word as if it was venom in her mouth.
"Then what...?"
Hermione's head snapped up. "You want to know what, Ginny? Do you want me to repeat the words he said to me before he ruthlessly used my body? Do you want me to share with you the confession of undying hate he made to me before he told me how badly he wanted to brake me? Do you want me to explain to you how even after I heard those words I made no protest to push him away or even hex him? How I completely consciously obliged to everything he asked of me? How had he asked me to do something, I probably would've done anything for him at the moment. Do you want me to tell you about how he had complete control over me as if he put me under a spell?" Tears were spilling out of her eyes as she exclaimed the words. But her limit was reached and she couldn't say anymore. In a feeble attempt to speak, she whimpered the next words. "Do you honestly want to know about how he took all my dignity, pride and honor?"
Ginny's mouth was hanging wide open at this point and she hadn't moved since Hermione's little outburst. Hermione didn't care anymore. She burst into renewed sobs, not caring who heard her or see her. She didn't even stop when she heard Ginny's voice.
"Maybe..." She whispered. "Maybe it's like you - like you said... Maybe he put you under a spell." She offered helpfully, hoping Hermione would accept her explanation.
But to her disappointment, Hermione shook her head no. "You don't understand Ginny." She replied, wiping her eyes and looking back up at her friend. "I helped him do exactly what he wanted to do, fully aware of it the whole time. I helped him break me. Break me very being."
"No!" Ginny protested. She would not see her friend do this to herself. "Hermione, you can't think like that! If you do then everything you said is true."
"But it is, Ginny. Don't you see what I let him do to me?" She shot back.
"But this is exactly what he wants. He wants to turn you against yourself. Don't you see?" Ginny scooted closer to Hermione. "He wants you to feel this way. But you couldn't help what you did, Hermione. I'm not going to deny the fact that it's wrong, but the only thing that happened is your human side came out. Everyone has lust somewhere in them, Hermione, even you. Sometimes we like doing wrong things. And maybe Malfoy is just your weakness!" Hermione looked at her friend and her desperate expression on her face, trying to make Hermione understand. And quite honestly, it was really comforting that someone believed in her when she didn't.
"You just can't let this get to you. Turn the game on him, Hermione. Don't let him achieve his goal. I know you are stronger than this." Ginny smiled as she brushed away some tears on Hermione's cheek. "I think you should give him a taste of his own medicine. Next time you see him, and he will no doubt call you again, you can make him pay for what he did to you. And I don't mean hex him." She added, winking at her.
Hermione couldn't help but giggle. "Wow." She spoke after a few moments of silence. "How strange is this? Did you ever think we'd be talking about me and Malfoy in this way?"
It was Ginny's turn to giggle. "Not in a million years." She shook her head. "But who knows, Hermione." She continued, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You could turn yourself into Malfoy's weakness. Maybe you could break him." They both giggled. "I mean who knows, right? Just give him the best goddamn sex he's ever had and you never know... He might just have to come running back for more like a little bitch." The two burst out laughing at this. Hermione threw a pillow at her friend.
"Ginny. Don't say that." She protested. "You know that whatever happened today, it's not going to happen again. I won't let it."
"Why not?" Ginny asked.
"Ginny, have you even listened to me in the past half hour?"
"Of course I have! But I'm saying, Hermione." Ginny continued. "You know what I think has you got so hooked for him? I think you want to understand him. Because think about it, Malfoy was always a git, but he never was completely evil. And now that he's so... different, you feel like you need to save him or something."
Hermione contemplated those words. "Maybe you're right." She said thoughtfully.
"And," Ginny added, a sly grin on her face. "I think you like the power he has over you during sex. I think it turns you on. He brings your kinky side out." Ginny's giggles were muffled by another pillow that hit her square in the face.
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Over the next couple days, Hermione thought deeply about her conversation with Ginny. She honestly believed that's what had drawn her to him. She wanted to know further why Malfoy had turned out the way he did. Maybe she had always had an interest in him. Because he honestly wasn't a bad person at heart and she knew it. He was just raised with all the wrong beliefs and put under pressure that no child could handle. She felt like she needed to do something about it, which was strange. Usually she was always telling Harry off for having the crazy hero thing going for him, his desire to save everyone. But now she wasn't acting any differently.
Nevertheless, the guilt still surrounded her. She still felt the same about it as she had before, so she made sure she didn't ponder over it too much, knowing she would only drive herself insane. Which brought her to the other part of her problem. The other explanation that Ginny had given her for her attraction to Malfoy was also bothering her. She knew Ginny meant that as a joke, the whole 'he brings out your kinky side' thing, but Hermione had to admit there was truth to those words. Only the mere memory of his fingers grazing over her skin made her center heat up and little shivers go down her spine. And for the dear God of her, she couldn't forget his intense gazes. She knew they were only lustful and evil gazes, filled with mirth and extreme insane pleasure in taking power over her, but she couldn't help it.
The main point was, she felt so powerless and vulnerable with him. He really did have complete power over her and it scared her, yet turned her on even more at the same time. It all confused her oh, so much. She had no idea what to expect. Would he call her again? Would he try and do the same thing again? And did she want him to? Of course she didn't... right?
Merlin! This was getting crazy. Hermione had been avoiding the boys for the past couple weeks, ever since Malfoy came back into her life. And she was still keeping her distance from them. She wouldn't be able to look them in the eye, knowing fully well that she had just fucked their worst enemy. What they would do if they found out, she didn't know, nor did she want to find out. She felt way too guilty to hang around them, and so spent as much time away from them as possible. All she basically did was hang out with Ginny and help Mrs Weasley around the house.
But Hogwarts was starting soon. It was already the middle of August and Ginny would be leaving soon to go to school. She knew her, Harry and Ron were planning to leave soon as well. They had discussed it many times, and figured that the best time to leave would be after Bill and Fleur's wedding. Each day, Hermione became more nervous about it. The wedding was only about two weeks away, and although she had packed everything already, she felt unprepared.
These nerve racking thoughts along with her own personal issues with a certain Death Eater made Hermione very edgy and irritable. She knew she was not being the nicest towards everyone, but then again she wasn't really talking to Harry and Ron, so not that it mattered.
It was Tuesday night that everything had gotten even more complicated. That morning, Hermione was even more crabby than usual and avoided talking to everyone in general. She was in her room reading about certain evil magic, trying to figure out more about horcruxes and only went downstairs for meals and occasionally to help Mrs Weasley with something. It was dinner time and everyone was starting to crowd into the kitchen. The twins were over for dinner as well, which lifted everyone's mood a little. Even Hermione got a bit more cheerful as she walked down the stairs and heard the end of a joke that Fred had just cracked.
Even Tonks and Lupin were over, along with Kingsley and Moody. They all prepared to sit down together at the magically enlarged table, when they saw something silver fly across the room. They all looked up and waited, as if frozen into place, for the voice to come. And indeed the falcon patronus, that of Ted Tonks, began talking.
"They have attacked the village. Two muggle families dead. Come immediately."
In the next second, the whole room began rustling. There were shouts of the adults for the children to immediately go up to their rooms, but no one listened. Kingsley was sending several patronuses to other members of the order, summoning them to help. Hermione looked over at Harry and Ron, both of which had their wands drawn, ready to go, and were talking to Ginny furiously.
"I. Want. To. Go!" Ginny exclaimed, her eyes shining with fury as she looked from Ron to Harry.
"No way! I am not letting this happen." Ron shouted back. "Ginny go up to your room immediately! I want you to stay up there."
Ginny looked at Harry for help but he was only looking down at her, pleading her silently to listen to her brother. She groaned loudly and made her way upstairs. Hermione sighed in relief and went to join her friends. They looked back at her and they all gave each other significant looks. Several people had already left the house and were on their way to the village. Only Tonks, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, and Kingsley were still there, talking furiously and preparing to leave. The three slipped out the back door, knowing fully well that the adults would try to convince them to stay if they caught them.
All three knew exactly what village Mr Tonks had been talking about. It had been a little village on the coast of England, where the Tonks family lived, along with a few other wizarding families. The problem was, the wizarding families were all known to be either Muggle born or Half blood. It was a fairly sized village, containing many muggle families as well. Hermione's heart leapt a beat when she remembered Seamus's family lived there as well.
The three held hands and Hermione flicked her wand. In a second, they had left the Burrow and were now standing in small field. The village was only a hundred meters away and the trio smelled the distinct smell of fire before they saw the bright flashes in the air. Without wasting another second, they all began sprinting towards the battle, throwing themselves into it right away.
It only took them about ten seconds to become completely separated, not that Hermione really took notice. She had just gotten there and already had three Death Eaters on her tail. She managed to lose two of them and began fighting only one. Fire surrounded her everywhere, there were shouts coming from all around her and the blur of bodies moving around her made her slightly dizzy. Yet Hermione was determined and let nothing distract her from the battle she was fighting.
She had to duck and jump to the sight several times, trying to avoid the green jets of light coming her way, but was soon able to stunn the Death Eater in front of her. Two more Death Eaters threw curses at her which she expertly avoided and she threw back a couple of her own jinxes. Soon one of them was lying on the floor, both unable to move with a full body bind curse and at the same time unable to stop laughing as if someone was tickling him in his worst spots. Hermione smiled at her own creativity before continuing to attack the other one, who was now shooting her with what looked like black laser.
Hermione was suddenly awaken from her fighting mode by the piercing scream of a woman behind her. She quickly aimed her stunning spell at her opponent, who immediately fell to the ground, and turned to see what was going on. It seemed she was the only one who had actually noticed the scream, but she didn't care, for what she saw repulsed her beyond belief.
There was a woman lying on the floor, twisting and writhing in agony as a Death Eater stood above her and tortured her. Although Hermione didn't know the woman, she knew she was a muggle by her attire of a sundress. Rage exploded within Hermione and she quickly leaped forward and threw a curse at the Death Eater.
"How dare you!" She screamed as the Death Eater stumbled back in surprise, barely able to block Hermione's curse. With a quick flick of her wand, the woman disappeared from sight. Hermione had sent her back to the safest place possible that she could think of; the Burrow. There, she was sure, Ginny would recognize the situation and know what to do immediately, which was to erase the woman's memory of the past half hour and send her back when she knew for sure it was safe.
Concentrating back onto the Death Eater who had now his wand pointed at her, ready to battle. But for some reason instead of a uttering a curse and flicking his wand, the Death Eater began to chuckle. A shiver of fear flooded Hermione as she recognized the all to familiar sound. Realization hit Hermione and she felt a sinking feeling in her heart. But she refused to analyze it and only concentrated on regaining her composure.
She quickly flicked her wand, throwing her spell at him, but he blocked it with effortless ease. Instead her removed he flicked his wand in return, sending a brilliant blue jet towards her. Hermione stepped aside and let it fly past her, trying again and again to curse him, only to have him block her so effortlessly that it scared her.
"How nice to see you here, Granger." Hermione heard him speak. His amused voice angered Hermione even more as she began throwing curses at him with even more speed. Any single thing that came to her mind, she threw at him. Every possible way of harming him flew from her wand, except for the the unforgivables. She began taking steps towards him, walking him away. He only blocked her spells off one by one, not even bothering to throw them back at her. This angered Hermione even further. Why wasn't he trying to harm her?
Soon, Hermione realized that the sounds behind her had gotten much quieter and the lights had definitely dimmed. She took a second to look around and realized they were in an alley between houses and t hey were all alone. She tried to not let this thought to bother her as she continued throwing spell after spell against him. She groaned in frustration as his blocked them easily, only to make him chuckle again.
"You're tiring yourself out, Granger." He told her. "You should be smarter than to fight a one sided battle. You're only going to hand me the win." Hermione squinted her eyes at him, but didn't cease her fire. She knew he was right, but refused to admit it. She would fight until dawn if she had to. "But then again you do like to hand me exactly what I want, don't you?"
This was what got Hermione to stop. Her wand raised in half spell, she completely froze at his words. It was as if they had a magical bound on her. The only thing she was able to do was look at him, her eyes wide in shock.
Seeing that she had ceased her attack, he lowered his wand and began to walk towards her. He slowly took off his Death Eater mask, releasing his shiny and smooth hair and his smirk. The second it was off, those eyes pierced Hermione like a knife. She felt herself melting.
Unconsciously, she lowered her wand and relaxed her posture, only looking at his slowly approaching figure. Malfoy stepped up to her his smirk even more visible to her that close. "Aren't I right, Granger? You love to give into me. Hand me exactly what I desire of you."
"Stop, Malfoy. Do not antoganize me further." She whispered, trying to make her voice more steady than she felt. "You already got what you wanted, remember?"
"But what would the fun be in that?" He asked. "What would the fun be in doing it only once when I could get it more? Make it worse? I never said that one time would be enough to completely break you."
Hermione almost whimpered in frustration. If he wasn't done with her now, what would she do? How could she resist him? Yes, Ginny had said that she needed to get him out of her system and she would be done with him, but Hermione doubted the truth in her words. Only three days had gone by since he had done it to her, and she still desired him as much as she had at first, if not more. She didn't trust herself to run away from him if he tried anything again. And she had the feeling that would be happening tonight.
"And not to mention," He continued, malice dripping from his voice. "I think you want this just as much as I want to break you."
"Oh, yeah?" Hermione replied, her voice a little more confident now. "And what makes you think that, Malfoy?"
"Because," Malfoy leaned in towards her, one of his arms sneaking its way around her waist and pulling her closer to him, making her breath catch in her throat. "I don't think anyone can make you moan as loud as I can." He whispered. "Don't lie to me Granger. Has anyone ever had this effect on you? Has anyone sent delicious shivers down your spine with just one glance? Has anyone made you want to scream by just one touch? Has anyone been able to make you soaking wet by mere dirty words? I believe not."
Hermione's knees began to shake underneath her. She gave a little whimper as he held her closer in order to keep her from falling. "Tell me that's a lie, Granger." He continued. "Because you know what I think? You hate me with a passion, but you absolutely love the effect I have on you, which makes you hate me even more, not to mention yourself."
"Don't." Hermione whispered meekly. "Please, Malfoy, you already got what you want... Just leave me alone."
"But you don't want me to." He replied. "If you did, you would've left a long time ago."
Hermione felt shame hit her at the truth of his words. She knew he wouldn't do her harm. She didn't know why, but she knew that if she really didn't want to be here he wouldn't have forced himself on her. Because the whole pleasure of breaking her was having her consent, and if she didn't the whole point was ruined.
"You what I think you want me to do right now?" He asked her, his mouth so close to her ear that his lips brushed against it when he talked. "I think you want me to fuck you right here against this little shack."
Hermione couldn't stop herself; she moaned. Within the next second, she was shoved roughly against a hard wall that she knew to be the shack. "And you know what else, Granger?" He whispered again. "I would only be too happy to oblige.
With that, the talking ceased and Hermione felt a familiar pair of lips crash against hers. Her reflexes kicked in and she immediately began kissing back. Once more, her whole brain shut off and let her body take control. His tongue was inside her mouth, caressing her own, exploring the whole cavity. She moaned and entangled her fingers in his hair. God this man made her hot.
Malfoy's hands began to wander around her body, making her shiver as he touched her sensitive places. Their kisses intensified as neither wasted any time. His hands found the buttons of her robes and roughly opened them, revealing her skirt underneath. At this moment she was so thankful that she had decided to wear one, because it definitely gave easier access. Malfoy lifted one of her legs and had her wrap it around his torso. He grinded his hips into her, making her moan into his mouth right as he was suckling her tongue.
She felt his fingers travel up her thigh and reach her completely drenched knickers. She never remembered ever being this wet. Even Malfoy groaned as he felt her moistness drenching even the inside of her thighs. He quickly ripped the soaking wet lace off and thrust a finger inside her cunt. Hermione drew a sharp breath. Another finger was added as he thrust them in and out of her, preparing her for what was coming next.
But Hermione wasn't patient enough. She knew they didn't have much time, because the battle couldn't last much longer. They had to make this fast or others would come looking for them. Her hands quickly traveled down his torso, undoing his own robes. She quickly fumbled with his belt and trousers and soon had opened them up. Without even bothering with pushing them down, she reached into his boxers and extracted his rigid member.
She heard him groan as she took his length into her hand and stroke him in a speedy tempo. He had to quickly stop her or else he would finish right then, which he didn't want. He wanted to shag her senseless first. They both situated themselves so that he was at her entrance, and without any more hesitation, Malfoy thrust into her.
Hermione moaned her loudest. God he felt so good inside her. He filled her up to the brink, so that both of them felt that they were about to explode. But there was no time to just stand there like that so they both began thrusting. Malfoy didn't bother going slow, but was already pounding into her. Hermione was only gasping and moaning, her strength quickly retreating. Soon both her legs were wrapped around him and he was thrusting her so hard against the shack that it began to creak. Obviously, it wasn't very new.
But neither of them cared. Hermione was clasping onto him for all she was worth. She was swimming in complete ecstasy at the moment and couldn't think of anything else. But then she felt his breath right by her ear, as he was panting as well. But through his pants he was able to get out a few sentences. "I wonder what they would do if they saw you here like this, Granger?" He breathed. "They are out there, fighting for the good cause, putting their lives in danger for the wizarding world, and you are here being fucked shamelessly by your enemy." Hermione moaned at his words. Goddamn, how was he able to stimulate her even by mere dirty words? How did he have this incredible effect on her? "Just think of what the Weasley's think? Especially your little boyfriend? Wouldn't be so happy, now, would he? Or Potter? His best friend being fucked willingly by his worst enemy. They would see you for the little whore you are." He hissed.
Hermione gasped. He was hitting her g-spot. She felt herself getting closer. Goddammit she was so close. "Show them, Granger. Scream my name. Let them hear you scream my name in ecstasy as I make you come. Let them here you for the filth you are. Maybe it would finally open their eyes about you."
And come she did. Hermione did as she was told and screamed his name as loudly as she possibly could as stars exploded in front of her eyes. Her muscles began contracting around him, making him finish with a grunt, and milking him for all he was worth.
They both rode out their orgasms before slumping against the wall. They were both just standing there, panting from the extreme orgasms they had each just had. Finally, just in time to the footsteps heading their way, Malfoy stepped away from her, letting her slide to the ground beneath her. With a flick of his wand they were both cleaned and dressed. He stepped away from her just in time, his wand pointed down at her.
"Hermione!" Shouts came from her right. "Hermione, are you alright?! Malfoy!!" It was Harry and Ron, with Lupin, Tonks and Mr Weasely in tow. Hermione opened up her eyes just in time to see Ron run towards Malfoy, his wand pointed at him. "Malfoy, you filthy bastard. You're going to pay for what you did!" Ron shouted at him, trying to curse him. Lupin was in tow, ready to attack Malfoy if he needed to.
Hermione felt momentary fear grip her as she thought of the idea of Ron knowing what Malfoy and her had done, but then she realized she must look a mess, and they must think that she had been tortured. She was just able to look up in time for Malfoy to smirk at her one last time and wink before Disapparating from the grounds.
Ron shouted in anger, but her vision of him was blocked off as Harry and Mr Weasley crouched down in front of her and looked at her with concern written all over their faces. "Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry asked. "What did he do to you?"
Hermione only looked down, not being able to look them in the eyes. She felt like she could never do so again. "Nothing, guys." She croaked, her voice raw from screaming. "I'm fine." She tried to stand up, but her legs were still too weak to carry her. Harry and Mr Weasley quickly caught her and lifted her. She was standing by their support when Ron came up to her with fury written all over his face.
"Hermione." He whispered. "What did that bastard do to you? I swear I'm going to kill him. Did he torture you? We heard you shout his name, and -"
"I'm fine Ronald." She snapped. She couldn't bare hearing about herself shouting Malfoy's name, because she was the only one other than him that knew it was in pleasure but not in pain. She didn't know whether she should feel relief or misery in the fact that they thought that the reason she shouted his name was because he was supposedly torturing her. She quickly pushed Mr Weasley and Harry away from herself, standing finally on her own.
She turned towards Lupin, trying to change the topic. "Is the battle over?" She asked.
"Yes." He replied, apparently happy to help her change the fragile topic. "We outnumbered the Death Eaters, but I have to say it was rather by luck. They retreated and left, but not before killing one more final family of muggles." Hermione shuddered at the thought, being quickly reminded of the woman she had saved from Malfoy's wrath. Hermione once again experienced the sinking feeling in her heart as she remembered Malfoy torturing her. Never would she have been able to imagine Malfoy committing such a cruel and heartless act. The mere thought of it made her want to cry.
"Come on, Hermione." Harry whispered from her side. "Let's get you home."
Hermione nodded slowly and let Ron and Harry support her as they walked away from the sight and slowly one by one apparated back to the burrow.
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AN: Yay! Another chapter completed. I really hope you guys liked this one! Sorry for the long update! But please do review. I really REALLY want to have more of those. They help me a lot! Any feedback is good! Even constructive criticism!
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