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Knowing It All	By : Jennlee Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 - The Death Eater
Hermione's consciousness pushed through the darkness, slowly returning to her. She could hear water - echoing drips against stone. Damp and cold penetrated to her bones and she shivered. A dank, musty odor filled the dense, oppressive air. Finally able to open her eyes, Hermione found herself alone. She peered through the dim light at her surroundings. Clad only in a thin nightdress, she trembled and wrapped her arms around herself for warmth.
The room was small - probably no more than a dozen feet in either direction. The walls and floors were of rough hewn stone and mortar. There were no windows. A single torch in a rusty bracket was the sole source of light. It felt like the room was underground - in a cellar or dungeon, Hermione imagined. The water she had heard dripped slowly from a crack in a stone near one corner. She could see a single door of stout wood clad with iron. This door and it's large cast knob and lock was the only hope for escape. She stumbled over to the door, finding it locked. She cast about the room for anything that could be used to pick the lock or pry open the door. The room was mostly bare. A wooden bucket stood against a wall and a filthy blanket lay in a crumpled heap in a corner. What was this place? She wondered. Was this to be her prison cell? It didn't make sense. Why would the Death Eaters not simply kill her and be done with it?
There was a sharp click and Hermione realized the door had been unlocked. Not knowing what to expect, she shrank backward against the far wall. The door creaked open on stiff hinges and with a sweep of a dark cloak, a Death Eater entered. The door swung closed behind him and in the silence, the click of the lock was ominous. The masked figure stepped toward her menacingly. From his size and stance, Hermione thought it might be the same man who had killed her parents. There was something familiar about him. It nagged at her.
Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed her. Quicker than she had expected, he caught her about the waist with a powerful grip. She struggled, kicking and clawing, her back tightly against his chest, one arm pinned to her side. With her free hand she struggled to strike at him. He held her tightly off the floor so she could not find purchase with her feet. Her flailing limbs could find no targets in his flesh. He held her until she tired and her struggles became weaker.
He dropped her to the floor and leaped on top of her. Her struggles renewed, adrenalin a torrent through her veins. As she struggled, the man's heavy body and strong arms held her down. She was surprised to feel his hands pawing at her body, touching her in ways she had never been touched before. She suddenly realized his intention. My God, she thought. I can't believe this is happening! She cried out, "No!" over and over. Through a whirlwind of emotions she could only recognize utter terror. Her nightdress was torn, exposing her flesh to the cold damp of the cell, although Hermione could no longer feel the cold through the heat of her fear and incredulity.
The man's heavy body was covering her, pushing her down, holding her, touching her everywhere. His hands were squeezing and prodding and hurting. She tried to push him away but it was impossible. She struggled, repeating the word "No" over and over through her sobbing. The Death Eater was deaf to her cries. She clawed at his face desperately, knocking his mask askew. The groping stopped momentarily as he slapped her once hard across the face and adjusted his mask to its proper position. Momentarily stunned by the slap, Hermione was quickly subject to his invading hands again.
As the Death Eater leaned down to tear off her underwear, Hermione caught the flesh of his arm between her teeth and bit down hard. She could feel the warm blood between her lips and taste it's coppery, metallic flavor. The masked figure roared in pain and punched her face hard. The blow was blinding for a moment and hurt worse than anything Hermione had ever experienced. The man got up, groaning hoarsely, saying, "You'll pay for that, Mudblood bitch."
Then he kicked her. His heavy boot connected with her ribs and the agony sent flashes of colored light through Hermione's clenched eyes. Her breath was stolen by the blow and she struggled for air, gasping and choking. She rolled over, trying to protect herself, but he kicked her again and again, brutally. She was whimpering in pain, tears rolling down her face as his boot connected with her ribs and stomach and back. Then it stopped as suddenly as it began. Hermione lay on the stone floor, crumpled and broken.
The Death Eater used his boot to roll her over on her back. Then he lowered himself on top of her.
The fight was leaving Hermione. The pain and fear was overwhelming and she just wanted it to stop. A torrent of dizzying emotions pounded her mind. Terror" revulsion" disbelief" She felt like she would pass out and even die at any moment. She lay there panting and crying softly to herself, unmoving. Her mind started to go numb. It started to feel to Hermione as if she were watching herself from a great distance.
The Death Eater tore off her panties and forced a knee between her legs. She hardly fought him. A cloud of numbness was enveloping her. She couldn't move - couldn't fight. Fumbling with his robes, the Death Eater freed himself from the confines of his trousers. He bent down and tried to enter her. A piercing pain shot through the numbness of her brain as he thrust against her flesh, again and again, unable to penetrate her.
She heard a muttered, "Damn," and there was a reprieve from the painful thrusting. She watched as the Death Eater brought his hand to his mouth and spit in it.
Hermione felt him push his hand into her crotch roughly, feeling inside her with his blunt fingers, depositing the spittle. The saliva was sticky and disgusting. Her masked assailant bent down again and with a cry of triumph thrust into her brutally. She cried out in pain as something inside her tore and gave way. The man on top of her laughed gleefully for a moment and he continued raping her unmercifully. The face above her own was masked and expressionless. For a moment Hermione gazed into the hollow eye sockets of the mask, wondering dully how this could be happening to her. Those vacant, staring eyes bored into her soul and filled her with unbelievable terror.
Slowly, Hermione turned her head to the side, looked across the dirty stone floor, and waited for it to be over. Her view across the uneven gray stone floor jerked with each thrust of his hips. She was crying silently, tears running down her face. The grunting and panting of the Death Eater on top of her echoed through the stone chamber.
Hermione didn't know how long it lasted. Her brain wasn't comprehending the passage of time. Her mind was numb" frozen.
She watched two small, black spiders spinning webs in the corner, trying not to see the lurching shadow the Death Eater's figure made against the wall. She listened to the monotonous dripping of the water through the crack in the stone, focusing so she couldn't hear the guttural noises of the man on top of her. She felt her pulse pounding dully in her ears and tried not to feel the man's heartbeat through her own skin. She centered on the pain that seared through her chest with each lungful of air, desperate not to feel the hideous invasion between her legs.
Eventually the Death Eater's movements became faster and irregular. His panting became ragged. He cried out in a high-pitched voice and she felt a rush of warm wetness inside her. He rolled off her, his heavy weight gone, freeing her to move once again.
Hermione quietly rolled over on her side, away from her rapist. She continued to watch the spiders weave their webs, hear the water, feel the pain of ribs she thought were surely broken. She could feel something sticky running down her thighs. The door creaked and then slammed with a sound that echoed deeply through the stone room. The lock clicked. She was alone.
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