Forbidden Love

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how've you all been?

did you like the last chapter?

how much do you want to hurt me?

remember, you love me. right?

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Hermione's POV

A flash of light. Pain. Footsteps. Crying. Whispers and voices. Blood, so much blood. Pain. All I feel is pain.

Blue - grey eyes. Platinum blond hair. Full, pink lips. Broken, heavy, sad sobs. A hushed female voice. The feeling of flying, soaring above the ground as if I were a bird. Landing on clouds, the rush of warmth surrounding me, taking over. It feels like home. 

I struggle to open my eyes and taking a breath hurts. 

"Granger?" A voice murmurs as a hand grabs mine. 

"What-" I croak. It hurts. So, so much. "What happened?" I manage. 

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn't mean to go that far, I -" 

"What happened?" I say again. 

"I, um, used the Cruciatus Curse on you and put a protection spell on you...but apparently the protection wasn't strong enough. The cruse broke through it's barrier and well, you were actually tortured." Draco looks down at the ground and its so obvious he's heartbroken. I swallow carefully before saying, 

"Draco....I, I need some time alone with my friends and family, okay?" His blue eyes flick up to mine and they are laced with tears. Damn him. "I'll talk to you later, alright?" 

"O-okay." He stands up shakily and I watch him exit the room, taking a piece of me with him. 

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I recovered over the course of three weeks with very intense training and physical therapy. I return to Hogwarts with warm welcomes on a chilly Thursday in May. 

"Hermione!" A voice calls from the Gryffindor table. I look for the source and find Neville sitting with Ginny, Harry, and Ron, all smiling brightly at me. I rush over to the them, a grin plastered on my face. 

"Hi guys!"  I plop down next to Ginny, who immediately embraces me. 

"How are you, Hermione?" Harry says with concern. Ron, for once in his life, stops eating to listen. 

"I'm fine, thank you for asking." The trained response falls easily from my lips. I've told myself it's easier to say "I'm fine", rather than explain why I'm not.