Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

I'm Really Afraid

"Hermione! Hermione!" The words tore themselves from Draco's throat, leaving it raw as if a layer of skin had been painfully peeled away. Draco didn't care. Desperately, he continued to yell for the frizzy-haired brunette. "Hermione! Hermione!"

Out of nowhere, the girl appeared. Draco wasn't necessarily focused, he was so worried about Cammie, that Hermione practically sprung out of thin air. She was running towards him. "What's wrong? Draco, what's wrong?"

"Cammie," Draco spluttered. He stuttered several times and then blurted out, "She's missing!"

"Draco, calm down." Hermione approached the flustered blonde and wrapped her arms around his waist. She stood on tiptoe and rested her chin on his shoulder. Draco didn't realize how heavy his breathing was until he felt his chest begin to heave slowly. Hermione stroked his back with her delicate hands and gently said, "Are you sure she didn't wander off?"

Draco sucked in a shallow gulp of air before answering. "Yes. I checked all the classrooms, the Great Hall, the library, and all her other favorite places. I also have some third years looking for her. No one can find her and--" He choked on the last words, so he finished the sentence in his head. 'And I'm really afraid.'

Cammie was tied to a table. Her hands were strapped down with strips of aged looking leather, like something from the cover of one of the library's books. Her feet were bound with dirty, rust-colored rope. It took Cammie a minute to realize that the rope was rust-covered because of years and years of blood staining it. And that nearly made Cammie pee herself.

Now, Cammie normally has a great deal of control over her bladder. But it had been several hours since Cammie had been allowed to use the bathroom. So she wasn't as embarrassed when she quite literally went in her skirt when she felt heard an eerie laugh and felt a hand over her mouth.

"You've soiled yourself, little wizard." Cammie wasn't one to get frightened easily. But in the past few hours, Cammie had awoken from her unconsciousness to be beaten and abused and struck and tortured. And this time was no exception. 

Cammie quickly found herself handcuffed to a large, heavy chain that wrapped around her neck and down her arms like a seventy pound feather boa. Cammie's petite frame could hardly bear the weight. And to make matters worse, Cammie was shirtless, a heavy whip being repeatedly lashed at her back. The cold metal links dug deep into Cammie's pallid skin, causing the area around it to turn a dark purplish brown. The whole of Cammie's anatomy trembled as another lash was laid across her back, leaving a long, wide, deep, bloody gash. Cammie shook a final time before feebly collapsing to the floor, the heavy chains compressing her throat and body.