𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒 | h. granger

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

She had no idea how long she had been left in the dungeons for. The days merged together and she had no semblance of day or night. The only person she ever saw was Draco as he came down with food and water few times a week, so she was practically starving to death at this point. She had begun to accept the fact that she might not be alive by the end of the year and was struggling to come to terms with the fact that everything she had wished to do in life might never happen. She had promised Hermione things would be better for them after Hogwarts, but at the rate in which things were going, that was very unlikely.

God, how she missed Hermione. She had imagined how their life would play out in the long, lonely days in the dungeon, it was the only think keeping her from pissing of the Dark Lord so he would just kill her already. She would see them living in a quaint little house with a birch forest close by, maybe a small village nearby as well. They would apparate to the big city if they needed anything there. Aurora could paint and Hermione could teach in the local school. Their garden would be filled with bird song, the wind rustling the leaves and bees humming. She would lay by Hermione in the grass and look at the stars at night and stroke her soft hair, counting her freckles and holding her close, looking into those molten gold eyes Hermione so angelically possessed. They would travel around the world and see new places and meet new people, but always have their quaint home to come back to. None of that could happen if she died, so that was the only thing keeping her going.  

One day as she was day-dreaming about Hermione, the door opened, she slowly stood up, hoping it might be Draco with some food, or news, but it wasn't. She backed away as Dolohov walked over to her, an evil grin on his face. 

"The Dark Lord has finally taken his leave, meaning I've got you to myself." He smirked as he quickly cornered her into the wall. She felt her stomach drop at the sigh of his hungry gaze. After all the time he had been around her, all the times she thought he might do what he was doing now, he had left her alone. She had almost let her guard down when it came to anyone touching her, she had figured they only wanted her as leverage.

She sprang to action and began to run around the dungeon to get away from him. He raised his wand and not two seconds later did she collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain. He went over to her, and even in her tortured state, she tried to crawl to the exit with no luck. He pulled her up with a grin and she writhed out of his grip and backed away from him, still panting from the affects of the curse.

"No." she said in a horrified whisper, pushing him away as he got closer. He looked down at her hands and in one movement grabbed them and pinned them to the wall with one hand. She felt fear spike in her chest.

"No. Stop! Please- please don't!" she said as loudly as she could, hoping someone might coincidentally come down and stop him. She knew that was foolish because Dolohov was the only one who came down here apart from Draco.

"I'll do whatever I want, sweetheart." He said, his mouth grazing her neck as he spoke. " You are quite the beautiful girl. I've seen the way the Malfoy boy looks at you, but the poor boy is too soft to understand he should just take what he wants. Lucky for me I know that." He lent forward and reached under her t-shirt, touching the skin on her stomach, moving it up to feel her ribs. She wriggled as much as she could, but he was bigger and stronger than her.

"Please, Dolohov, stop!" She shouted, tears falling from her eyes. She got flashbacks to the Blake incident and remembered how dirty she had felt, how scared she had been. This was worse. So much worse. Now she was alone and Dolohov was a grown man. Draco had been there with Blake, and although at the time she was terrified of him, she had grown up around him and deep down, had always felt he had better in him. His familiarity had been a comfort.