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YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT, EVEN IF I TOLD YOU

Chapter 8

The Spell

Hermione opened her eyes when she felt herself being dropped on the ground. Glancing around, she saw a huge rock wall in front of her. Looking at it closer, she realized that there was an opening in it. Struggling to her feet, she lost her balance and almost fell, but felt a pair of strong arms grab her and haul her to her feet.

Looking to see who had grabbed her she saw Harry. He was looking at her with a concerned look on her face, "Can you walk?" he asked.

Hermione stood on her feet then tried to walk away from Harry to see if she could, but instead of walking forward, she fell flat on her face. Her whole body hurt too much. Her ankle felt so sore, even though Harry had set it. She felt a lump on her head from where the Bayatt had knocked her against the maze wall. She put her hand against her stomach and felt that the blood was still coming out of the slit across her stomach, it was making her feel nauseated. Lightly touching her neck, Hermione winced, and knew for a fact that there were bruises there. Looking down at herself, she realized that she almost looked worse than she felt; she was covered in dry and fresh blood and monster guts. Over all she felt disgusting and really needed a bath and someone to help her bandage her wounds.

"I think I need a bit of help. I feel so awful," Hermione complained.

Harry leaned over and scooped her up in his arms, "It's okay, you can have a bath and then I'll help you bandage your wounds."

Hermione nodded gratefully and closed her eyes in pain. She put her head on Harry's chest and lifted it back up when she heard a heartbeat. Why did he have a heartbeat? She had learned that vampires didn't have a heartbeat. Hermione decided to ask Harry about it later.

Hermione winced when she felt Harry set her down on the ground. Looking around, she found the room she was in rather messy. There was a small bed in the corner, and it looked as if it were about to fall apart. It was the same story for the table and chair, and little drawer beside the bed.

"This is the slaves chambers, and it is where you will be staying. It needs to be fixed up a bit, but there is nothing wrong with it," Harry explained. "There is a tub in that room over there," Harry indicated to a room that she hadn't noticed before. Leaning to one side, she saw that it looked like some sort of washroom. There was a small tin, tub and a mirror. "You can call for me when your done and I'll fix your wounds."

Hermione smiled at him, "Thank you for everything. I'll try to start working for you in a while. Though I would appreciate it if you don't use the term slave. I'd rather you call me by my name, Hermione."

Harry shrugged, "No problem. Remember, just call." And with that, he left.

Hermione struggled to her feet and worked her way over to the small washroom, leaning on the wall for support. Finally getting to the tin tub, she saw that there was already water in it and stripped off her disgusting clothes and sunk into the water. It was a bit on the cold side, but Hermione was grateful for it. She washed her hair and body, then stepped out and wrapped the straggly white towel around her body.

Limping out of the washroom, she looked around the room and realized that she didn't have any clothes. Leaning on the wall again, she made her way over to the small drawer beside the bed and opened it. Sighing with relief, she pulled out a simple, beige dress and the white apron that went over it. Pulling it on, she limp/walked over to the washroom and hung up the towel on a nail sticking out of the wall so that it could dry out.

Glancing into the mirror, she studied herself. Mirror weren't really common where she lived and it was probably only the third time she'd ever gotten to look into one. Her long brown hair hung wet down her sides. Her bluish green eyes looked tired. Hermione glanced at the purple bruises that were forming on her neck and put a hand on the lump on her head. She quickly looked away and called, "Harry!"

Just as she sat down on the dirt floor, Harry came in, holding a wooden box. When he saw her looking at it, he explained, "It's a healing kit."

Hermione nodded, understanding and watched as he wrapped her ankle in a thin piece of white cloth. Pulling it tightly around her ankle, he pulled out a little pin and stuck it in to hold it together.

Next, he attended to the cut across her stomach. Pulling out a jar, he opened it. A foul smell filled the air and Hermione clamped a hand over her nose. Harry looked at her and laughed, "It smells horrible, but it works really well." Putting his hand in the jar he pulled out a bit on his fingers and smudged it over her cut. Putting the lid back on the jar and screwing it shut, the smell instantly disappeared. Hermione uncovered her nose and watched as Harry pulled out a piece of sticky bandage and stuck it over the cut so not germs would get at it. Then he started rummaging around in the box for more medical supplies.

"I can heal your bruises instantly if you like," Harry suggested.

"Yes please!" Hermione agreed. The bruises were painful and she didn't want them at all.

Harry pulled out a powdery substance and took a bit in his hand. "I need to blow it onto your bruises so you might want to cover your eyes so nothing gets in them."

Hermione put her hands over her eyes and waited. When she heard Harry finish blowing, she opened her eyes and turned to face the mirror to watch. She watched as the powder covered her bruises and turned a glowy gold color. It sparkled for a minute or two, and then faded. Hermione watched in amazement as her bruises faded with it.

"Is there anything else hurting?" Harry asked her.

Hermione touched her head and spoke, "The Bayatt banged my head pretty good. It's throbbing a bit and there's quite a lump."

Harry nodded and examined her head. Pulling back her hair, he gently touched it. Hermione winced and grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away.

He looked at her apologetically, "Sorry," he apologized.

Hermione gave him a small smile of forgiveness and let go of his wrist.

"I don't have anything that will heal this. It'll have to get better on it's own time. Sorry."

Hermione put a hand on his cheek, "That's okay. You've already done a great deal to help me."

Hermione gazed into his beautiful green eyes and felt mesmerized. Removing her hand from his cheek, Hermione mentally scolded herself. Dammit Hermione, you're not supposed to fall for him. He's a vampire.

Her scolding was interrupted by a knock on the door. Hermione groaned and went get it. When she wrenched open the door, she saw a vampire.

When he saw her, he changed to his more human form. He was tall and has lots of bright red hair. His face was covered in freckles. "Is Harry here?" the vampire asked.

"Yah, who do you want me to tell him it is?" Hermione inquired.

The vampire gave her an impatient look, "Just tell him its Ron."

Hermione nodded then shut the door and walked over to Harry. "There's a vampire here who says his name is Ron and he wants to see you. Do you want him to come in?"

Harry looked up at her, "Yah, Ron's my best friend. He can come in whenever he wants, okay."

Hermione nodded and walked back to the door. She opened it and saw Ron still standing there, "He's over down the hall" Opening the door wider, she let him walk past her.

Hermione shut the door then walked a ways down the hall before decided that she had to clean up her chambers if she even wanted to go to bed tonight. Walking back to her chambers she surveyed the mess and Decided to start with the bed.

She walked over and pulled the straw mattress off of it. She emptied all of the moldy straw and threw the sheet covering it in the corner. Getting a bucket of cleaning solution ready, she dipped a cloth in it then started to scrub the wood surface of the bed until it shone. Then Hermione started nailing the bed back together. When the frame was finally sturdy enough to hold the mattress she stepped back. Going over to the sheet, she picked it up and examined it. There were holes everywhere and it was filthy, but she decided she could save it. She patched the holes and then soaked it in the cleaning solution before hanging it out to dry.

With that done, she started on the table. The surface was scratched and worn and one of the legs was almost falling off. Grabbing her cloth, she started to scrub. When she was done cleaning it, she started to put the broken leg back on. When the table was finished, she stood back to look at it. But something was missing. Where is the chair? She asked herself. Looking at a pile of wood in the corner, she concluded that it was her chair and she had some major mending to do. With a sigh, she started.

The whole chair took about an hour to complete. It was confusing to find all of the pieces and how they fit together, but when she did, she nailed them securely together. When she was finished fixing it, she scrubbed it until it looked presentable.

Hermione glanced over at the little drawer beside the bed. Walking over to it, she hoped she didn't have to fix it. When she got there, she sighed in relief, all it needed was a good dusting. Hermione took out a feather duster and started dusting.

When she was finished dusting, she decided to check if the sheet was dry enough to stuff with some fresh straw. Feeling it, she decided to sweep the dirt floor so she wouldn't step on all the stray bit of straw and creeblies that littered the floor.

Finishing up the sweeping, she went back out to check the sheet again. Feeling that it was dry, she grabbed it and took it back inside and stuffed it with fresh smelling straw and placed it back on the bed. Lastly, she took her cloth and washed the big window by her bed. When she was finished, she gazed through it. She had a wonderful view of the mountains. With that, she stood back to admire her work.

Over all, Hermione thought she had done a pretty good job. Glancing at an old clock, she realized that she still had to make supper. As she walked down the hall to the kitchen, she wondered if Harry ate blood.

Deciding to check out the kitchen first, she opened the door and gasped. It was a mess. As she started to clean, she couldn't help but think that vampires weren't that clean.

An hour and a bit later, Hermione was tending to a big pot of soup over the fire. Stirring it with the ladle, she almost dropped the ladle into the pot when the door banged open and Harry and Ron walked in and plopped themselves down on some stools by the counter.

"Something smells good," Ron commented.

Hermione smiled. "Yup, soups almost done. Are you staying for dinner, Ron?"

Ron looked at Harry and nodded, "I think I will, my place is a mess and I can't ever find anything to make any decent food."

"You eat real food, thank god. I was thinking I might have to go get blood, but then I decided that was just disgusting. I made soup and if you don't like it, well, that's too bad," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry chuckled, "Some vampires don't drink blood. Me, Ron and a couple other vampires don't drink blood at all and only eat normal food because we aren't really vampires."

Hermione gave them a strange look, "You sure do look like vampires."

"Well, long ago, this witch placed a spell on us and now we're doomed to be vampires forever unless someone breaks the spell, which is not very likely, because we're not allowed to tell anyone how," Harry explained and Ron nodded.

"It sucks, but we get on. It's not so bad being a vampire," Ron concluded.

Hermione frowned, "So you ARE vampires, but you AREN'T?"

Harry and Ron chuckled at her confusion.

Harry explained to her, trying not to laugh, "We ARE vampires now, but if someone breaks the spell, we WON'T be vampires any more."

"Oh," Hermione pondered this for a moment. Maybe she could break the spell. "Soups ready."

As they ate, Hermione devised a plan ton try and break the spell.

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