Wanted for mercy

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆

★ ａｂｕｓｅ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇ ★

Petals Wither, and Hermione was a dying flower.

Hermione laid still, blood flowing silently between her thighs, her breathing erratic from causing so much fuss and her head throbbing from thrashing with all her might. She'd been stuck in a Manor dungeon for what felt like months...it could just be days but she couldn't tell nor did she have time to think about it, Hermione had taken in every bit of her surroundings a million times and still her answer came to nothing. Hermione had been caught during Gringotts attack, Dolohov grabbed a hold of her and soon her eyes left Harry's.

She knew they were looking for her, they had to be, Hermione was the backbone of the order and any sane person would agree that Harry would be dead, they all would be if it weren't for her. A sharp sudden sting battled it's way through her, a reminder of what happens when she fights back, when she tries to not let Dolohov and his friends violate her but of course no matter how hard she tries the effort seems to go to waste every time. Still, Hermione had hope and no one could falter it.

One thing she hadn't yet lost was her mouth, her attitude, her cruel laughter, as awful as those death eaters tried to be. It wasn't awful enough and she began to get bored, until Theo. Theodore fucking Nott, a man she thought to be kind, selfless and soft, he was the complete opposite. Theo liked hurting people, craved it even, loved pressing the buttons of others to get what he wanted. See, Hermione could handle physical pain, it's controllable. She could handle emotional pain, once Voldermort found a new sense of power so did she and her feelings could be forgotten in a second.

Mental pain. It was mental pain that Theo preyed upon, he'd figured her out fast and dove deep into Hermine's mind, he took his time when he chose one of her memories, he not only tore it apart but he managed to change it physically, she never looked at the memories the same and that's the outcome he wanted. At least he was fun, Hermione's intuition had signalled and she looked up, her eyes locking with the man in front of her. She relaxed ever so slightly, her body could take a moment's rest.

"You look like total cow shit." Theo spoke

"Thank you." Hermione replied

"You're welcome. Had any revolutions as to where Potter is yet?" He asked crouching in front of her

"Why so close? Did daddy never tell you to keep your distance from prisoners?" Hermione spat, her face growing closer to his

"No he didn't, did yours?" Theo smirked

"Oh of course, life lesson fifty two; never get within arms reach of your enemy." Hermione recited

She never thought her fathers life lessons would actually come in handy, he sniggered and sat down next to her, even closer than before. He was strange, the only one of them that hadn't violated her, she had asked many times before but he always ignored the question yet answered all her others. It oddly comforted her, she felt she could talk somewhat freely with him.

"Enough chatter Granger, i'm a busy man after all-"

"Of course! I wouldn't want to keep you." Hermione nodded with a smile riddled with sarcasm

"Exactly so give me something to fucking go on and i might kill you nicely. I don't have to keep your dead body from Dolohov you know." He grinned

"Bastard. You know I won't talk so why are you bothering at all? I'm sure there's a whore house for you to visit." She hissed

"Now why would I do that when I have a whore right in front of me? Which memory would you like to choose for me to ruin today?" He smiled

Hermione didn't respond, trying to ward her mind but he was too fast, the added pain  in her head and the pain between her thighs almost sent her over the edge and yet she did not falter. The space around them was black, Hermione had created that much, Theo looked around as he always did and she swallowed what felt like a lump of thick lard in her throat.