"It seems that I may have been too rough with you Veela" there was a heavy tone of pride in her voice as she lightly brushed her fingers over the bruises, bite marks and scratches marring Fleur's skin.

An icy numbness chipped away at her heart as her mind struggled to comprehend what had just occurred between herself and 'Hermione' while unfathomable self-loathing crawled beneath her sweaty skin, infecting every cell in her body.

"She's angry...so very angry and hateful it's giving me goosebumps" still under the influence of the stunning spell Fleur couldn't even look away from the foreign, sickly smile stretched across 'Hermione's' face. A triumphant giggle escaped from the possessed woman as she loomed above Fleur while her eyes roamed across Fleur's naked body.

Fleur felt bile rising in her throat as warm drops of Hermione's blood escaped through her bandages and splashed onto the skin of her stomach. The possessed witch leaned forward so her mouth was next to Fleur's ear.

"It's all over Veela. You're Mudblood will never forgive herself for what I've done and you won't be able to stand the sight of this body because every time you see it you won't see your precious little Mudblood, all you'll remember is these hands violating you, taking away everything from you and you'll hate her for it"

Leaning back, Fleur couldn't look away from the prideful, possessed eyes that stared down at her. Her heart thundered against her ribs while her Veela curled up in disgust at herself for allowing Bellatrix to ruin everything she had with Hermione.

'Hermione' quickly leaned forward and forced her lips onto Fleur's. Nothing happened. Fleur felt nothing as the possessed being pulled away, licking her lips pleasurably.

"Mmmmm...I look forward to seeing you again Veela"

The shift in personalities was quick and almost beautiful in a sense. The pale silver eyes darkened into Hermione's natural brown and the triumphant glee shifted to a mixture of fear and self loathing within seconds.

"Fleur...Oh God..." as if she had been burnt Hermione launched herself off of the bed and staggered away towards the discarded wand, picking it up and pointing it at Fleur's prone form she quickly uttered a spell that would break the Stupefy Fleur had been placed under.

The blonde witch quickly reached for the bed sheet and covered her body so she could hide from Hermione's disturbed eyes. She knew she shouldn't hate Hermione, she had been the one to hurt her but at that particular moment in her life she couldn't help it.

A choked sob escaped from the brunette as she looked away from Fleur to the floor. What right did she have to look upon her after everything that had happened between them?

"Fleur...I'm sorry...Oh God I'm so sorry..." the despair and hate was clawing at her heart, forcing her chest to constrict painfully and her breathing to come out in short gasps for air. She wanted nothing more than to escape from the room, to run away and never again pose a threat to the one person she had hurt the most.

"I'm so sorry" came a pained whispered before a popping sound attracted Fleur's attention away from where she had focused it on a wall towards where Hermione had been standing. Searching the room she could find no trace of the brunette.

Then the tears came. Burying her face into a pillow heart-breaking sobs escaped from the French Veela. Her body ached from the bruises and the scratches and bite marks stung but she didn't care. She had just lost everything to a mad woman who she now loathed with her entire being. Her relationship had been shattered into irretrievable pieces and she had been unable to do anything about it.

Bile rose in her throat and she launched herself from the bed into the en suit bathroom where she relieved her fragile stomach of its contents. Minutes passed before she calmed ever so slightly. Then she noticed the blood on her body. The blood that wasn't her own. And the throwing up started all over again.

Finally, with nothing left to throw up Fleur struggled to get to her feet. She quickly became aware of the sharp pain between her legs and she cried out in pain and disgust while more tears streamed down her face.

She couldn't breathe. Her chest was constricting painfully and restricted the amount of air she could inhale. Clutching pitifully at her bruised chest she struggled to breathe, she breathed deeply which caused her chest to ache and exhaled sharply. Slowly her heart slowed and her chest began to loosen enough for it not to restrict her breathing.

And she quickly became aware of the panicked voices crying out for her through the bedroom door. Looking at herself in the mirror she didn't even recognise herself anymore. She analyzed herself in the mirror, her eyes were red and puffy from her crying, her neck, cheeks and jaw were bruised and scratched. And even more tears escaped from her.

She couldn't be seen like this by the others.

"Go away" it hurt to speak and her voice was barely a whisper. Frowning in frustration she tried again and again until eventually she managed to gain enough volume for them to hear her from the bathroom.

Eventually the pleas stopped and she was left alone with her thoughts and shattered heart.