The Beauty of the Beast [Dramione]

Unfortunate Revelations

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! It's been soooooooo long, and I do feel very bad about not updating, but It's a snow day, and I'm stuck inside, and I'm in a somewhat non-stressful position, and so I'm being productive! You guys are the best for sticking with me, thank you all so much! There's really no excuse for my lateness.

I could have updated this last night, but I was busy watching O Brother Where Art Thou which is gorgeous, by the way. You should all go watch it and be enlightened.

On another hand, here's the next chapter, hope you all find it worth it.

WARNING! Implied rape at the end of this chapter. If you are disturbed by these events, you may stop reading at the break in the middle of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Harry Potter series!

"Ohhhh, my head." Jacob Amanar slowly began to wake up, struggling to open his heavy eyelids and cautiously bringing his hands up to clutch at his head where a headache was blooming. His blurred vision made it hard for him to focus on where he was exactly, but after a few seconds, the past day's events came rushing back to him, and he groaned, forcing his aching body into a sitting position on the bed.

The Ministry. Malfoy Manor. Hermione. Running out of Polyjuice Potion. Bellatrix. A knife. Merlin, a knife. I was hurt! Jacob brought his hand from where it was clutching his temple to his neck, where it carefully traced the still raw cut that Bellatrix's knife had perfectly carved. It throbbed slightly, and Jacob could feel the slight heat given off where his body was working to drive off any infections. He winced, and was bringing his wand up to heal himself, when he paused. Had he come back to the headquarters alone?

Hermione. Where is she? I was supposed to bring her back, I was supposed to keep her safe! Now Bellatrix has her! I've got to find Kingsley! In a frenzied panic, Jacob made to leap out of the bed, but his feet caught on the tangled sheets and he tumbled ungracefully to the floor with a dull THUMP!

He was still trying to untangle himself from the bedcovers when Kingsley and Arthur Weasley rushed into the room to see what the commotion was. Looking up at the two disapproving senior Aurors, Jacob suddenly remembered that he was in his PJs, and hurried stand up, wrapping the covers around himself and grinning sheepishly.

"Mr. Amanar? Is there something wrong?" Mr. Weasley was the first to speak, addressing the young Romanian kindly. Jacob blushed, and averted his eyes from the elder wizard's gaze to stare at the floor.

"No, no, I just fell out of bed is all. Well, I tripped, but I was still in bed and all, but I didn't really fall, not really, I didn't mean to. Sorry to disturb you both." He stuttered, embarrassed.

Mr. Weasley cast him a brief amused glance, and turned to go. "Well, if that's all then…" He began exiting the room when Kingsley flung out a hand to block his way.

"Actually, Mr. Amanar, Arthur and I would like to speak to you. You're not busy I take it?" The question was more like a command; Jacob certainly wasn't going to object to Kingsley, in PJs or not.

Mr. Weasley looked more uncomfortable than his counterpart, and began to protest; "Kingsley, the boy's only just escaped from a harrowing experience. Look at him, he's clearly shaken. Give him a little longer, at least wait for him to eat something."

"Yes, and who got him out of that harrowing experience? Not himself, I'll tell you that! No, now is just as good as any other time, so now is when it will happen. Have a seat, Mr. Amanar." Kingsley stated angrily, indicating the end of the conversation. Mr. Weasley sighed in defeat, and sat down. Jacob shakily did the same, on the edge of the bed.