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Out of the Silent Planet	By : moirasfate Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 71680 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Out of the Silent Planet (19/39)
Author: moirasfate/ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA/NC-17
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Plot driven smut, Darkfic, Romance, Drama, Angst...
Warnings: M/F, Bondage, slight non-con, voyeurism, oral, anal, Dom/sub issues, Dark!Draco, and HBP spoilers.
Summary: Post-Hogwarts - Hermione Granger fulfills Severus Snape's final wish, to journey to Japan to �retrieve' something of importance. Set eleven years after HBP.
Author's Notes: This is my first DM/HG ficlet, so please be kind to the newbie! The title of this fic is taken from C.S. Lewis' book, first in the Perelandra Chronicles.
Many thanks to kazfeist for improving this chapter!
Out of the Silent Planet
Chapter Nineteen - Of mirrors, predators, and resignation.

Hermione Granger had always kept that part of herself tucked deeply inside her unconscious mind...that part of herself where she fantasized about the things that aroused her to the point of near frenzy. For so long, she had closeted her libido inside the mantle of work, and research, and of the will to forget all the atrocities of the past. She did not want anyone to think less of her for being weak or wanton, but as she knelt before her magical mirror, she felt as if every bit of her �long-repressed desire was about to burst from her body and leave the shell of her dull, logical self in its wake.

Her introspection was short lived as her eyes followed the image of Blaise Zabini striding toward the wild Yvette, who had shed her clothing and stood on her perilously tall heels, her arms akimbo, and her hair falling down her narrow back in wild ebon waves. Yvette was a lithe and well-formed woman, and from Hermione's vantage point, she could just see the points of Yvette's dark nipples standing erect from her soft breasts resting upon well-toned pectoral muscles.

"My dear..."

Hermione blushed at the sound of Blaise's deep voice whispering through the mirror as if it were not a mirror at all but a large screen Muggle television. She had not anticipated that she would not only see what was happening in the next room, but hear it as well.

Yvette smirked, and before Blaise's large hands could wrap about the woman's slender waist, she pounced, throwing her arms about Blaise's neck and devouring his lips with violent kisses. Hermione shivered as Blaise's dark hands slipped over Yvette's rounded hips to grasp her pale bottom, lifting her so that her long legs encircled his waist. Lips moving down Yvette's throat, the woman seemed to purr, ripping at Blaise's black shirt so that in a moment Hermione could see the hard muscles tensing and moving under perfectly smooth and ebony skin.

Slowly, Blaise knelt, pressing Yvette back onto the large fur rug under their feet. Kneeling over her, Blaise tore open the front of his leather breeches. Both Yvette and Hermione gasped at the sight of Blaise. He was very large, very wide in girth, but only slightly longer than Draco. Hermione licked her lips as his hand curled around his erect prick, his thumb spreading the white pearl of his arousal along the wide head, and then stroking downward to the base where he was clean shaven...downward to grasp the black collar about his sac.

"C�est tout pour moi?� Yvette purred, barely able to keep still as she peered with flashing yellow eyes down her body and open thighs at Blaise's cock.

Hermione moaned softly as Blaise smiled, and glanced toward her...could he see her?

"You might say that..."

His green eyes shimmered as he turned his head to stare straight at Hermione, causing her to jump to her feet, her wand stretched outward toward the mirror...could she terminate the spell that allowed her to see Blaise stroking himself roughly? But he was not truly seeing her for his eyes did not follow her as she stood, and Hermione licked her lips, slowly lowering her wand hand to her side. He knew that she was watching, but had no way of seeing her...relief flooded her, a strange relief that only made her begin to shrug off her dress to let it pool around her shoes. The dress seemed too big, and when she stepped out of the satin, she did not feel in the least bit cold. All Hermione wore was her tights and her shoes, which she kicked off a second later.

"Mmmm...Bring your beautiful face here, my dear..." Blaise purred, reaching out his right hand toward Yvette while his left continued stroking.

Yvette quickly complied, sitting up and turning so that she knelt before Blaise, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his chin, her hands running down his chest to flick her long black painted nails against his nipples.

"So good..." Blaise muttered, his right hand wrapping about Yvette's neck, pushing her face down so that the woman rested her weight on her elbows, her mouth licking at Blaise's flat stomach. Hermione could not breathe as Blaise forced Yvette's exotic face to his straining cock. Yvette growled deep in her chest, her bottom in the air, as her red painted lips slipped around Blaise.

Hermione slipped down to the rug, mimicking Blaise's pose of sitting back on her haunches, her knees open wide and her dripping centre barred. She could not help herself any longer, she was undone, and she dropped her wand to the rug beside her right knee and grasped her breasts with both hands, pulling and pinching.

Yvette's pink tongue was licking and wetting Blaise's cock while Blaise hummed his pleasure, his eye lids heavy over his green eyes. With a throaty hum, Yvette swallowed him as far as she could, her cheeks caving in as she sucked deeply. Blaise grunted, his hands digging into Yvette's shaggy mane and entwining black waves around his long fingers.

"Very good, my darling...Ivan has told me how you can take his prick in your lovely mouth...now take mine..." Blaise groaned as Yvette began bobbing her dark head, slight slurping noises travelling through the mirror to tease Hermione into action.

The muscles in his dark pillar-like arms were straining as if not to force Yvette's head against his groin, and he closed his verdant eyes and moaned, throwing his head back so that his braids flew about his elegant face.

Hermione whimpered as Yvette hummed deep in her throat causing Blaise's face to contort exquisitely into an expression of pure lust. Panting, Hermione ran her hands down her ribs to her thighs. Her eyes moved from where Yvette's red lips surrounded Blaise's flesh to the muscles of his behind, up the curve of his back and to the curve of his well-defined pectorals.

"Yes, my darling, wrap that tongue about me..." Blaise breathed, his hips jerking slightly as Yvette's head turned slightly and began undulating again. A black nailed hand grasped Blaise's sac and began kneading slightly, causing the dark god of a man to choke slightly and pull at his companion's hair to force himself deeper into her throat.

His hips began thrusting as Yvette's fingers moved behind his cock ring to where Hermione suspected Yvette was teasing Blaise's...

"Fuck!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes as Blaise pushed Yvette back, his cock sliding from the woman's mouth with a wet pop. Yvette licked her lips and grinned wolfishly.

"You vixen...I almost came in that dirty mouth of yours," Blaise growled, his cock glistening with Yvette's saliva and pulsing slightly as Blaise leaned forward, panting, to rest his hands upon the rug, his hair falling about his face so that Hermione could only see his chin.

"I vant to taste you, Monsieur, I 'ave never 'ad un homme noir..." Yvette purred, falling back to lay on the rug, her knees spread open so that Hermione could see her black curls matted down with juices and her pink flesh literally soaking with arousal.

Blaise chuckled as he leaned forward to hold his upper body above Yvette's spread thighs, resting his lower body against the rug. "You haven't? Ah, well, I promise to let you have a taste...later. But it is your turn, my dear."

With that, Blaise grasped Yvette's hips and pulled her slightly along the fur rug so that her drenched sex was at the perfect angle for Hermione to see the hooded nubbin of flesh clearly, causing Hermione to moan deep in her chest.

Hermione had never felt an attraction to other women, but the sight of Yvette's svelte body made Hermione run the tips of her fingers through her own nether curls, tugging slightly. She had not yet touched herself, content to tease and tempt herself until she knew she could no longer wait.

As Blaise's mouth descended upon Yvette, the woman screamed her pleasure as Hermione could see Blaise's pink tongue delving into Yvette's body. The dark haired woman grasped her pert breasts, squeezing as she growled and tossed her head about on the rug. Licking his way from Yvette's core, he snaked his left hand forward to penetrate his companion with two long digits as his teeth found Yvette's clitoris and tugged.

Streams of swear words in French came from the woman's mouth like torrent floods interspersed with wails and screeches. The sound of Blaise's hand smacking against the French woman's wet flesh echoed through the mirror causing Hermione to begin panting, the tips of her fingers brushing against her clit lightly to send her into near convulsions.

A third finger was inserted as Blaise pulled back from tasting Yvette and glancing in Hermione's direction, smirked lasciviously. Hermione began caressing her aching button, her other hand pulling at her left nipple, twisting it between her fingers.

Yvette was screaming like a banshee, her hips jerking out of need as Blaise licked her clit as if it were ice cream, his fingers penetrating his companion at a rate that nearly made Hermione come at the sound of juices squelching at the motion.

"Oui, Monsieur, OUI!"

Blaise growled as he jerked his fingers free of Yvette, moving quickly to his knees, twisting Yvette onto her belly, and pulling her bottom up from the floor. Yvette growled at the motion, so close to climaxing but not close enough... Before the woman could protest, however, Blaise thrust his fingers in again, his other arm wrapped about Yvette's thighs. He positioned himself so that he sat cross-legged behind the woman and her bottom was at a perfect angle to his face.

"Gods..." Hermione moaned as Blaise began attacking Yvette's puckered flesh, his tongue teasing and delving so that the woman's flesh would open and yield. All the while, the werebitch was spitting and growling, her hands grasping the rug under her body as if to rip it apart. Hermione could see why Yvette was becoming more and more feral...nearly Blaise's entire hand was inside her body, pumping in and out so that juices splattered his chest and her thighs, and Blaise's tongue demanding entrance into another part of her body.

Hermione's eyes moved to the prominent erection that stood from Blaise's body like some obsidian stone phallus and not something made of flesh.

Hermione had dipped two fingers into her body, feeling her own essence drip from her hand to the rug below, her eyes meeting Blaise's as he glanced out of the corner of his eye... Hermione groaned in frustration, her fingers not nearly enough.

Another sudden movement and Blaise rose to his knees and impaled Yvette on his wide cock. A scream of pleasure nearly deafened Hermione as Blaise showed his companion no mercy, his body moving roughly against Yvette's, his balls slapping against the woman's clit. Yvette began pushing back in time with Blaise and the dark man smirked.

Sweat was beading on his temple as he moved his hand to gather some of the woman's juices to spread them along her fundament before working a tapered finger inside. Hermione choked as Yvette began sobbing, the side of her face pressed into the rug so that her unfocussed eyes were pointed in Hermione's direction, but not seeing her.

Reaching forward, Blaise snagged Yvette's hair and pulled back so that the woman was forced to her hands, screaming as her back arched and Blaise pushed deeper, one hand in the woman's hair and the other hand working her rosebud so that the petals began to unfold at Blaise's ministrations. When two fingers had slipped inside to the second knuckle, Blaise scissored his fingers slightly, causing Yvette to wince slightly, and try to be very still. Hermione blinked her hazy eyes as Blaise leaned over Yvette and a trail of saliva dripped from his lips like wine, the temperature apparently strange to Yvette for she hissed. During all of this Blaise did not modify his pace, his dark member disappearing into Yvette's pale body.

It was too much for Hermione and she closed her eyes, just listening to the sounds of the mating in the next room. Her fingers worked in and out of her body, but she did not feel any closer to climax...it simply just was not enough.

A whine forced Hermione to open her eyes as Blaise pulled out of Yvette's dripping core and he moved to his feet, crouching slightly so that the tip of his cock rubbed against Yvette's spread hole and Blaise's probing fingers.

"Monsieur, please..." Yvette breathed, and Hermione could not tell if she were asking for more or asking for Blaise to stop...

"Raise your beautiful arse, my dear...just like that..." Blaise panted, pressing himself slowly into the woman's body.

Hermione grunted as Blaise glanced slowly over his shoulder and winked, his lips parted as he panted. Hermione removed her fingers and began circling and flicking her clit again...she was getting closer...

Oh, how she wanted to be in Yvette's place...to feel Blaise's arms about her, his body pressed against hers, his tongue licking at her body like fire... She watched him begin to move against Yvette, sinking to his knees again and pushing the raven-haired woman's hips lower so that she was almost curled in a fetal position on the rug. Yvette was still only for a bit, slowly becoming used to the intrusion and Blaise's girth, and before long she was rocking against him, crying as if she were in a swoon of ecstasy

Hermione sobbed along with Yvette, but out of frustration. She could not bear to watch any longer, feeling so completely unfulfilled and jealous...and she closed her tear-clouded eyes, biting her lip, and listened to the provocative sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

* * *

Just as her eyes closed and frustrated tears were squeezed from between her lashes, Hermione screamed as two cold hands grasped her under the arms and lifted her up. Hermione's eyes snapped open as she found her body flying forward toward the mirror, the scene of Blaise sodomizing Yvette pressed into Hermione's corneas. Just before her body slammed into the glass, Hermione pulled her hands from her body and stopped her from smashing into the wall, her wet hands slapping against the glass with splayed fingers and her cheek pressed against the cool glass, her vision of the next room seen through the corners of her eyes.

A foot kicked Hermione's ankles apart, and two hands pulled her hips back so that she was leaning her upper body against the glass and her bare bottom was pointed outward in a wanton display. A cold hand twined in Hermione's hair, pulling her head back, another hand wrapped around her hip and held her body against another set of hips with an erect prick resting against her damp sex.

"So...you like to watch, Granger?" he hissed in a whisper against her right ear.

Hermione could not get her throat to move to produce any other noise besides a whimper.

"Well, watch then...and I will fuck you while watching you watching them..." he said cruelly, pushing Hermione's head forward so that her forehead rested against the glass. His hand pulled free from her hair so that both hands gripped her hips in a painful hold.

Pulling back slightly, Hermione felt the cool tip of Draco's cock brush her clit before he snapped his hips forward to pierce her body. The sudden intrusion caused Hermione to scream and beat the palm of her hand against the glass. It felt as if Draco had impaled her womb with something larger and wider than what she remembered him ever possessing.

"Scream, Granger...I want to hear your voice!" Draco grunted as he began to twist his hips so that he hit that elusive spot deep in her body.

Hermione could barely see Blaise and Yvette through her dazed eyes, but could see Blaise's dark body moving over Yvette's pale form.

"Oui!" Yvette screamed, saliva dripping from her red mouth down her chin as she began to come undone.

Hermione panted, her breath fogging the glass as Draco relentlessly pounded inside her, his fingers digging into her hips as he growled similarly to the werebitch in the other room.

Blaise grunted, and pulled out of Yvette's hole, falling back on his haunches with his cock in his hand. "Your face, my dear..." Blaise groaned, his dark chest heaving as he stroked the base of his prick...

"You wanted him to do that to you, didn't you?" Draco breathed into the back of Hermione's head. "Answer me!"

Hermione was too busy trying to take a proper breath to answer Draco, but her eyes were riveted to Blaise's twitching prick as his companion rolled onto her sore bottom and leaned toward Blaise. Three more strokes, and Blaise erupted, his seed issuing in creamy spurts onto Yvette's waiting face. He was moaning loudly, his voice so deep and baritone that Hermione thought she could almost feel the vibrations of his voice in her belly.

Draco snarled at the sight of Blaise, and reached around to grasp Hermione's breast with his silver hand. Hermione winced at the cold silver pinching her nipple and groaned as Blaise finished and fell back into the rugs, spent. Yvette was licking her face like an animal would after a meal, and Hermione choked, as Blaise, lying on his back, his arms spread out on either side of him, turned his sweaty face, winked at her and licked his lips.

Hermione closed her eyes as Draco pulled her away from the mirror, throwing her to the soft fur rugs below. Hermione fell to her right side near where she had slid out of her dress. Through sweaty hair, Hermione glanced up at Draco who stood over her, his pale body, hair, and eyes like silver in the dimly lit bedroom. He was stroking himself in one hand and pushing away a strand of hair with the other, but his eyes were vicious and insane, his lips curling over barred teeth.

"He has everything, but I won't let him have you."

She knew she ought to be scared, perhaps, but she was too exhausted, too aroused, and too close, yet so far away from completion that she could only stare up at him with hazy eyes. Even when he throttled her, his silver hand grasping his prick, and his right hand grasping her throat, she wondered if she could just let herself die that very moment. Hermione could not breathe, but she could keenly feel Draco penetrating her body again as he pushed her back into the soft fur rugs that felt more itchy now that her body was sweaty.

Involuntarily, she wretched as air filled her lungs when Draco's hands were propping the backs of her knees over his shoulders. Her arms were limp at her sides as he curled her body to press harder and deeper than before. It hurt, but she did not make any other noise than to breathe noisily, trying to make up for all the air she had not had moments before.

This was not pleasure and as if her mind had been locked away in some dank cell, her internal dialogues, thoughts, and consciousness returned like a screaming alarm in her brain. It made her head ache...

What had she been doing? Why was Draco Malfoy muttering strange words under his breath with every deep and sharp thrust? What was he saying? Nothing made sense to Hermione, but she did know for sure that she wanted Malfoy to stop...she did not want this.

"D-dra..." she gasped, her chest still heaving as she struggled for air. She did not feel well in the least, and despite whatever pleasures he had wrought from her body on previous occasions, she did not like a snarling Draco Malfoy leaning over her one bit...his eyes clouded, his face twisted, his body undulating like a piston, and his fingers digging red marks into the sides of her knees. "Draco..."

Either he did not hear her or did not care; he continued, sweat dripping off the end of his nose onto her bouncing breasts. He would not stop until he had filled her with his seed, and somewhere deep inside, Hermione knew that she did not want any more of this monster's attentions, let alone his scalding seed inside her body.

"Draco!"

He growled at the sound of his name and Hermione knew that he must have misconstrued her exclamation.

With an effort that seemed to drain the remaining energy from her body, Hermione ran her hands along the rug under her vibrating body, searching for her wand. When her fingers wrapped about the handle she felt a surge of warmth fill her body.

Too lost in the sensation of enveloping himself inside her body, Draco only blinked at the sight of Hermione's wand straining to point just between his pale eyebrows. She took a breath, squeezed her hips slightly so that he groaned, and uttered her spell...the only one she could think to get him away from her...

"Bandire..."*

* * *

The sudden loss of Draco's body had been agonizing, but now he lay across the room, his body in a sweaty, dishevelled heap. Hermione dropped her wand hand heavily to the floor. He did not move except to breathe, and despite being thankful that she no longer had him grunting over her, she definitely did not want to damage or kill him.

Turning her head to look toward the mirror again, she saw that Blaise had risen to his feet while his companion was licking her face with a beast-like tongue and grinning like a rabid wolf... Hermione slowly pointed her wand toward the tapestry which had been pulled back to reveal the scene and with a muttered spell, the tapestry swung back over the mirror, effectively blocking out the vision of Blaise Zabini, god of decadence.

Rolling onto her side, Hermione managed to make it to her hands and knees, grimacing at the sensation of her juices dripping from her body. She felt filthy, used, sore, and disgusted with everything that had happened that night. With whimpers and sobs, she rose on her jelly-filled legs; her wand still tightly held in her fist, and stumbled toward the bathroom. Locking, warding, and barring the door with a small towel rack made of wrought iron, Hermione fell to her knees on the cold marble floor. The bathroom was dark but as she crawled along the floor to the toilet, candles lit in the sconces upon the walls.

Supper came up from her stomach and through her dry mouth, splattering into the bowl of the toilet. Her disgust, combined with her overflowing hormones, too much elf wine, born of knowledge that she had succumbed to being nothing more than a wanton whore, made her vomit, retch and gag. Minutes passed, twenty...thirty, and Hermione felt as if her head had been trampled by a horde of Thestrals, but she felt well enough to crawl to the large tub and begin turning taps to fill the room with steam and the scent of mint.

She wanted to drown herself in water to cleanse away the sweat; arousal, vomit, and overall filth she felt had been caked on her body ever since dinner. Splashing into the water, having enough foresight to set her wand on the edge of the marble tub, Hermione knew that in the morning, with or without Draco Malfoy, she was going to leave this castle.

* * *

The mint scented water had helped her unwind and think more clearly.

First, she was going to send an owl to Millie.

Second, she was going to beat Draco Malfoy to within an inch of his life.

Third, she was going to demand that Daphne come back to Britain with her and away from Blaise Zabini and the sick and twisted situation that the woman had endured with for so long. Perhaps a beating was also in order for Daphne.

Fourth, she was going to beat Viktor Krum...to death.

Fifth, she was going to do everything within her power to get out of Malfoy's clutches...pay off his solicitor and who ever else just so Malfoy would no longer be bound to her by a blood oath and she could forget everything that had happened between them. It did not matter that Malfoy was very attractive to look at, or that he was phenomenal in bed, or that she pitied him...she wanted him gone and cursed Severus to burn in hell for making her ever find the boy in the first place.

Oh...if she still had a Time Turner...

Lying back against the side of the tub, the water still as hot and near scalding after an hour, Hermione wondered if she should have called a house elf to tend to Malfoy...again. It would not do just to leave him on the floor naked, only to have him wake up later and have him somehow attack her out of vengeance for what she had done.

"Pimsy," Hermione said aloud, summoning the elf that had been assigned to her, her voice echoing off the steamy marble walls.

"Yes, Signorina?"

Hermione could not help but jump at the sound of the elf's voice near her ear. Turning and sloshing water, Hermione came face to face with the grotesque little creature that had popped in the bathroom to stand on the edge of the tub. Shaking her wet head quickly, Hermione tried to smile.

"Be sure that Mr. Malfoy is tucked into his bed before he catches cold."

"Pardon Pimsy, Signorina, but Signore Malfoy is up and dressed. He sits at the fire, drinking now."

Hermione blinked. "Oh?"

"Si, Signorina...he seems very angry, and demanded 'ashish?"

The elf did not pronounce the 'h,' but Hermione knew what the elf meant and frowned.

"Pimsy did not know...but..."

"That's fine, Pimsy. Is he well?"

"Si, Signorina. Pimsy healed a cut, but Signore Malfoy is well."

Hermione nodded, pushing more bubbles over her floating breasts and dismissed the elf. Malfoy wanted hashish...she had not expected that from him, in fact, it was something that Severus often liked to indulge in, and she could only smile slightly, remembering how the weed had affected her mentor. Spouting love poetry...telling dirty jokes...and asking Hermione if she would age herself ten years so that he could at least feel somewhat attracted to her without feeling like an old pervert...those times had not been many, but they had been amusing to say the least.

Rising out of the water, Hermione padded across the steamy bathroom to grab a towel from the rack still securing the door. Summoning her wand, she dried her hair magically, but relished the feel and scent of the towel against her prune-wrinkled skin. Hermione felt much better than she had, but still resolved to do what she must in order to end this madness that had surrounded her ever since she had found Malfoy.

Slipping to a freshly-laundered bathrobe, Hermione scooted the towel rack from the door, dissipated the wards, and unlocked the door. By the light coming through the bedroom window, Hermione knew that it was sometime in the early morning, but the sun had a bit to rise yet. Glancing at her discarded dress and Malfoy's clothes lying on the rugs beside the bed, Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste. As far as she was concerned, the dress could be burned...she would never wear it again.

Pushing back the drapes to peer into the sitting room, Draco was laying back on the divan, a glass of whiskey resting on a trouser clad knee, just as Pimsy had said. The firelight was reflecting off the glass in his similarly shimmering silver arm, and his face was set in a horrible scowl. Hermione sighed, her hand still about her vinewood wand.

"I want to leave," she said firmly, leaning against the jamb of the passage to the bedroom.

"Fine."

"I want to go home...tomorrow."

At this, Draco turned his silver head, his eyes boring into Hermione's face. "Would tomorrow evening suffice?" clear resignation in his deep voice.

"Fine," Hermione said brusquely.

Draco turned his eyes back to the fire, the scowl set upon his countenance again. Hermione frowned, but did not press him any further. It was a relief to know that he consented to her request to leave Castello Telvana. So she turned and let the drapes swing back into place. Padding across the fur rugs, she moved to the wardrobe and quietly opened the mahogany doors, casting her eyes about for something to sleep in. In the back of the wardrobe, Hermione found a long black gown, a bit too racy for her to ever consider wearing, but a nightgown all the same. With a quick bit of wand-work, Hermione raised the neckline and took off some of the lace. Quickly changing, Hermione shut the wardrobe and made her way to the bed. As Draco usually took the left side of the bed, Hermione took the right, crawling onto the down filled mattress and settling into bed.

She was exhausted, but troubled. What if he came to her sometime while she slept? Hermione clutched her wand tighter, slipping her arm under the pillow.

He would rue the day...

And she slipped into a troubled sleep, putting all other thoughts to be mulled over at a later time.

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*the banishing spell Hermione uses is from the Italian word 'bandire' which means 'to banish.'
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