Bellatrix Lestrange captured Hermonie Granger during the battle of the Department of Mystery's. She is taken to Malfoy Manor to be held hostage for the summer, forcefully becoming one of their servants.
Before she knows it, things begin to start tak...
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The soft green velvet blanket greeted my shoulders like a warm hug I had been yearning for. The warmth reminded me of every single hug I shared with Ron and Harry in the past. Thinking of their hugs hurt me, I could feel the literal breaking in my heart of not being with them.
Pushing those painful thoughts away, I continued staring out through the French doors of Malfoy's room. The sun was slowly rising its way over the mountains as the fog started to blanket the forest.
I had to give Malfoy props for trying to help me sleep last night. Cuddling? That was a bit soft, especially for him. Even with the kiss at the feast, something about this sudden affection was changing him.
Play the part.
Does playing the part include this much affection? Sleeping next to each other? Wrapping arms around one another?
Malfoy was obviously screwing with my head or simply getting a rise out of me. That is what he what he is good at. None of what he was doing to me was real, right? It was all fake. He had to be using me for his own personal gain. Nonetheless, he was clouding my personal judgement and I hated that more than anything.
After watching him clash with Viktor and using an Unforgivable Curse on him, something changed in him. His smile showed that he thoroughly liked the pain he had inflicted on him.
Why did he want my praise though?
I closed my eyes for a moment to calm my wondrous thoughts that were becoming too much too handle. Trying to take some deep breaths, feeling the sleep attacking my eyes once more. Never mind, that was not sleep. The night terrors were trying to make their glorious return.
I heard her screams echoing in my ears. Watching her terrified face enter my mind as she begged for my help. The unbearable sounds of her human body being ripped apart. The sounds.
The blanket fell from my shoulders, I held my stomach and ran to the bathroom. The tears were stinging the corners of my eyes, it was coming up to my throat making my mouth water. I managed to grip the toilet just in time and threw up. Each time I dry heaved those girls faces flashed in my head. Her screams were piercing my ear, I pressed my hands over them to try and muffle them.
The tears streamed down my face as the dry heaves bruised my stomach, till they subsided. Once I knew it was over, I crawled to the shower slowly, reaching up for the knob to turn it on. I sat under the pouring hot water, letting my tears mix with the water.
The pain. The suffering. The trauma. Everything I had been through was destroying me on the inside. I did not know what to do anymore. I was depressed, heavily conflicted, and honestly wanted to end it all. Knowing that I would be betraying Harry and Ron, losing my parents, and become the very person that I fought against was killing me. I am a good person; I cannot be a double agent for the Dark Lord. Seeing that girl be so defeated when she knew that I could not help her. Seeing the betrayed expressions of all those people at the Death Eaters meeting, seeing me seated at the table.
