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The Jezebels\' Tale	By : Wildling Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Jezebels' Tale
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Ch 2 - Short one. The going gets good after this one, just trying to get the intro stuff out of the way, set things up...

Hermione

She awoke feeling safe and warm for the first time since she had been captured. She had been shocked to see Ron pushed into her cell, looking thin, but clean and unharmed otherwise. She knew she must look like something out of a torture scene. The days without food or water had taken their toll on her, and a couple small meals of porridge did nothing to improve her, merely keeping her alive to get to this moment. She wondered now what had prompted the change in living arrangements. She hadn't seen any other prisoners when she was taken from the cell to the showers and back.

The showers... she tried to put the thought of that experience out of her mind. She'd been cleaned and shaved and it was horribly humiliating and if she had the energy to resist, she would have. As it was, she was relieved in a way that they were not torturing her, though the women said nothing at all when she asked what was going on. The result was that she was clean and dry and feeling more human than she had in days. She'd had a red cotton shift pulled over her head, which she had not protested. Her clothing was filthy and she was sure it all stank. She was also given a pair of small red shorts, little more than knickers.

She had been half pulled and half walked back to her cell. She had found the outing draining, physically and mentally. When she was returned to the cell with Ron she was grateful when he accepted her explanation and did not further question her, she didn't feel like talking. Eventually she drifted off into the most restful sleep she had experienced in ages, Ron's comforting arm holding her close.

Now he was snoring behind her, his arm draped over her. She was awake and had to pee. Even in the close quarters of the tent she'd had more privacy than here. She was grateful when Ron did not wake when she squirmed out from under his arm and used the toilet.

Ron awoke just as she was sitting back down on the mat. He looked startled as he noted her absence but quickly saw her and calmed down. He sat up and stretched. The small door clicked open and two cups levitated in, followed by two bowls. Ron's face broke out in a small smile. She would bet he hadn't even considered not eating – food was definitely his weakness, he'd have never considered that it might be poisoned or have some sort of nefarious potion in it.

He stood up and went over to the food and drinks. His face broke into a wide grin when he lifted the cup to his lips. “Pumpkin Juice!” he exclaimed. He brought her the other cup and went back for the bowls. “Food is the same old sludge though.” he lamented.

Hermione could not help but smile at him, the first real smile in a long time. “We are in prison, it seems, couldn't feed us something good.” She very slowly made her way through the meal, one sip and one dip of her fingers into the bowl at a time. Ron was done the whole thing in a few minutes, tipping the bowl into his mouth. 'Typical.' she thought.

He sat afterwards and watched her slow and deliberate eating. “How can you do that? Are you not starving?” he asked her.

She shrugged and answered honestly. “No, not really.” Her appetite had not come back after it vanished while she was refusing to eat or drink. She was eating now because she knew she needed to in order to survive, not because she was hungry. Finally she finished the bowl, feeling rather overfull after – she hadn't managed to finish a full bowl before, but with Ron watching she felt like she needed to.

Ron and Hermione spent hours discussing escape, wondering what would happen next and what their fate would be, worrying about Ginny, of whom they had heard or seen nothing. Eventually Hermione had to stop talking, her throat dry and scratchy. As if on command the small door clicked open and two cups, followed by two muffins levitated in.

Hermione found it suspicious they were being fed again, and something new. Ron just got to his feet and grabbed the muffins in one hand and the cups in the other and brought them over. He was about to take a bite of the muffin when Hermione protested. “Wait!”

He paused, mouth open. “What?”

“Why are we getting more food and drink? It hasn't been that long...” she questioned.

“Haven't you ever heard not to look a gift horse in the mouth? I don't care why.” Ron shrugged.

“It could be poisoned!” she protested.

Ron sighed. “I'm pretty sure if they meant to off us by poisoning us they would have done it already.”

Hermione still didn't like it, but he was right. Whatever the reason, and whatever might be in the food, they were stuck and it didn't seem likely that it would kill them, given that whomever was holding them could have killed them a hundred times by now.

She watched Ron take a huge bite out of the muffin and exclaim “Bloo-burry!” with his mouth full.

She ignored the muffin and instead focused on the cup. She lifted it, noting that it was warm. Not hot, but not cool or room temperature. It smelled of lemons. She tentatively took a sip and found it tasted of lemons and honey, the same thing her mother had given her when she had a sore throat. Grateful for whatever kindness had led to this arriving she slowly sipped the drink.

Ron finished his muffin and took a swig of the drink in his cup. “Not bad...” He was eyeing her muffin, which sat untouched where he had put it. “You should eat that...”

She broke a small piece off the muffin and tried to hand him the rest. “No way could I eat this whole thing...”

“You need to eat more Hermione, you've gotten too thin...” he protested.

She looked down at herself and sighed. “I'm really not hungry...” she replied. She took the muffin and made a valiant attempt to eat it, but got less than halfway through it before she was feeling ill. “I can't eat anymore, I'll puke... Ron, eat it. They'll just vanish it and I know you are still hungry...” she said, giving him the crumbly remains of the muffin, which he looked at for a moment and then back to her, indecision on his face. “Eat it.” she repeated. He did so, finally, eating the rest of the muffin in two bites and appearing to barely chew.

More hours passed and they discussed the bracelets on their arms, wondering what they meant. Eventually they talked themselves out again, and settled with sitting in companionable silence, holding hands, then with Ron's arm around her eventually cuddled together on the mat face to face. Ron kissed her lips gently and she kissed him back, eyes drifting shut. It was a long sweet kiss...

Ron

Ron kissed her lips gently and she kissed him back, eyes drifting shut. It was a long sweet kiss, the first long kiss since the one they had shared at Hogwarts, before their whole world had changed. Ron sighed as Hermione pulled away from him slightly, their lips breaking contact. She placed another quick peck on his lips and then snuggled in close to him. He rolled onto his back, allowing her to crawl up on his shoulder and fall asleep.

Sleep evaded him though, his thoughts on what might be coming. Their captors had done them a kindness in providing more food and drink today... but why? And why was he with Hermione instead of alone? With these thoughts troubling his mind he finally fell into a restless sleep. He awoke feeling chilly and alone. Alone? He sat up and opened his eyes in a panic.

“Hermi-” he started out, but quickly stopped as his eyes focused on her sitting just at his feet. He'd feared she was gone, and he'd be alone again with only the bowls of food once a day to pass the time.

Hermione looked as if she was about to answer him when the door clicked, swinging open. The last thing he heard was two voices saying as one - “Stupefy!”
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