Under the Darkness | Dramione | English Version

VII

Blaise landed in the room and holded the girl who was still weak and would surely fall.
Helping her through the stairs, he took her to a room and left her on the bed to look for something in the wardrobe, picked up some clothes and prepared a warm bath with salts and regenerating potions, then returned to the room and handed her his hand.
« I'll help you up. »
He took her to the bathroom and took off her dirty dressing gown again, the only thing he found for her at Malfoy Manor, he walked away a few steps and looked at her.
« You must remove everything Granger. »
Hermione blushed embarrassed but Blaise laughed slightly.
« Oh Granger, I am a healer, you are neither the first nor the last woman I see naked. »
The Gryffindor didn't answer but stripped herself and then entered the bath with the help of the Slytherin who sat beside her and took the sponge.
« I have to ask, did Draco rape you while you were there? »
« No, or at least I don't think so. I don't remember if he did. »
She began to stare at the foam with an absent look and Blaise noticed it.
« What are you thinking about Hermione? »
She was amazed to hear her name from the healer's lips.
« Will you bring me back to him? »
« Yes. -she didn't look up but the boy saw the spasm that her body had- but only for a short time. I will have to go back to Draco and I can not leave you here, you are still wanted and I would be in trouble if they knew that I have you. »
« Why are you helping me? »
« Because you are a human being Granger. »
He took the foam off her and pulled her out of the water.
« Can you dress yourself? I'm going to tell the elves to bring dinner forward. »
« Yes, go. Don't worry. »
He smiled at her before leaving and closed the door behind him; Hermione looked at the clothes resting on the chair and began to wear them, had given her a long burgundy dress with long sleeves and a very light "V" neckline. The fabric was very soft to the touch and the sunlight filtered from the window revealed leaves drawn with a more shiny fabric.
The girl looked in the mirror, the bathroom had certainly done her well but still had the cut on the cheek, dry lips and eyes surrounded by black circles.
Blaise Zabini returned shortly after and helping her to go down the stairs brought her into the hall, Hermione was very surprised when he invited her to sit with him at the table.
« How do you feel? »
« I'm tired. »
« After you have eaten you can sleep. »
The elves served to drink and brought the first plate, Blaise had just begun to eat when Hermione's question made him look up.
« What day is it today? »
« Don't you know? »
The girl shook the head turning the fork in the plate.
« Today is the fifth of July 2000. »
« We are in the 2000?! »
She asked pale and surprised.
« Yes, what year did you think it was? »
« I... I stopped at December 98. »
Blaise felt his stomach turn inside.
« What happened to you? »
« Not... I'd rather not talk about it. »
« Sure, I understand... I'm sorry. »
They finished eating and Hermione got up.
« If you don't mind I would go back to my room. »
« Sure, I accompany- »
« Don't worry, I can manage on my own. Don't worry. »
« Are you sure? »
« Yes Zabini. »
« All right, then good night Granger. »
« Good night. »
And she went up the stairs slowly until her chamber, then stripped herself, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the dressing on his belly, the bandage on her hand, the bruises of blue that stained her body; she felt her eyes tingling as all the memories came up quickly.
« Granger. »
The woman shook and picked up the dress and keeping it to the chest.
« Zabini... »
« Sorry, I knocked but you did not answer... Granger your back- »
She smiled bitterly and sat on the bed.
« I have met worse men than Malfoy in my life. »
« That... »
« He didn't do it. It happened in Russia... or... I think I was in Russia. »
« I brought you something warm, it should help you sleep. »
Said the healer by placing a steaming cup on the bedside table.
« Thank you. »
« I'll let you rest. If you need anything, the elves are at your disposal. »
Hermione nodded and when Blaise reached the door she blocked him.
« Zabini? »
« Yes? »
« Thank you. »
Blaise smiled.
« Goodnight Granger. »
A few days later Hermione decided to leave the room in which she remained since she arrived, went down the stairs and in the room looked around looking for the presence of someone but was silently empty. Instead she found an open door overlooking the garden, doubtful she went out and the first thing she felt was the heat of the sun on his skin, it was more than a year that she did not feel that feeling, she wanted to stay there for hours. She began to walk again studying the environment that surrounded her, the grass covered much of the space that was divided by numerous gravel paths.
She lost herself in the memories of her holidays at the Burrow at the same time, remembering how nice it was to watch the boys play Quidditch and how she always had to scold them because they had not started their homework yet.
Who knows what happened to everyone; well, she was aware of Harry... Harry Potter died on May 2, 1998, killed by the man they had tried for years to stop but who had turned out to be too strong.
What about Ginny? Ron? George? What about everyone else?
« Granger? »
She jumped scared and turned, Blaise was squatting in the middle of what looked like a small vegetable garden.
« What are you doing? »
« I saw the window open and I couldn't resist. Sorry. I haven't seen sunlight for years, is that vervain? »
«Yes, I need it for the wound on your side. Does it still hurt? »
« Sometimes yes. »
Blaise stood up and put the shears and gloves in a special box.
« Can I ask you something? »
« Tell me. »
« Since you took me away from Malfoy Manor I have stopped having nightmares. »
« Did you have them even before you came to Draco? »
Hermione shook his head and Blaise sighed.
« Draco with years of training on behalf of the Dark One has become good at  mind reading spell. I bet they were his work. »
Malfoy and the legilimacy? Really?
« Do you want to stay out of Granger? Granger! »
« Eh- what? Sorry, I was- »
« I asked you if you prefer to stay outside. »
The girl nodded and the Slytherin overtook her inviting her to follow him, led her under a white wooden canopy of octagonal shape slightly raised from the ground; behind them there was an enormous tree, probably secular, the trunk was intertwined on itself and the leaves were large to look like rainforest.
The elf arrived with two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea then disappeared, the man filled the glass receiving a whispered thanks.
« Are you one of them? »
Suddenly asked the girl, breaking that suffocating silence, and drawing Blaise's gaze, which at first caught him, immediately became cold.
« You are or you die. »
Hermione turned the glass cold in her hands, uncomfortable.
« I do something else in life though. I have his mark but I don't participate in rounds or roundups as Draco does. »
« Is there still a resistance? »
Zabini looked into her eyes and gave her a chill.
« You are asking dangerous questions Hermione. »
« Have you never had a hope? »
He leaned on the back of the chair and sighed.
« I understand Granger you know? I understand what you hope for, it's normal but I want to give you some advice; don't draw attention. You have no idea what you would go through. »
« Why are you helping me? »
« I have already answered you. Don't you trust? »
« I always thought you Slytherin were all the same. »
« Come on, is smartass Granger also subject to prejudice? »
Hermione looked up to the sky and heard the boy laughing in front of her.
« You are a person Hermione, and whatever your blood is you deserves to be helped, don't you think? »
« Thank you for what you do, I know the risk you're running. »
« Duty Granger. »