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Nightmares	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from this writing.

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Running Back Home

“Thank you for showing me.” She said, and hurried from the room, rushing out of the house, and Apparating from the lawn, returning home with a sick feeling in her stomach.
“Hermione! Where’d you go?!” I’ve been worried sick!” Ron asked, as she stepped down the stairs into the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with his mother, who looked equally worried.
“Dear, are you alright, you look pale as a sheet!” Mrs. Weasley came around the table, taking her hands, and getting her to sit.
“I’m… I’m…” She couldn’t force the lie out, knowing she was anything BUT fine. She felt tears starting down her face, and her chest heaving with sobs. She felt arms around her, and did her best not to shake them off. After seeing what she’d experienced, the hugs didn’t feel comforting, they felt oppressive, and upsetting.
“I’ll make some tea, and you can tell us all about it.” Mrs. Weasley said kindly, moving away.
“No!” Hermione managed through her tears. She definitely couldn’t talk about it.
“Oh dear.” Mrs. Weasley sounded shocked, and Hermione pushed away from the table, needing space. She needed to walk, and think.
“I… I need some air.” She said, heading for the door. She heard Ron following her, but said nothing as she took off at a run away from the house. His footsteps echoed behind her hauntingly, and she did the only thing she thought of. She Apparated away.
She kept running, along a beach, through a forest, down a deserted shopping strip. She finally stopped, not sure where she was, but it was dark, and cool, and the floor felt hard. She sank to the ground, crying noisily as she tried to process what she’d seen, and what she hadn’t. She’d thought she’d had her first time with Ron. Really, it’d been to a group of vicious Death Eaters. She’d thought she’d spent the majority of her captivity in the cellar, not Malfoy’s bedroom. She’d thought she’d been tortured, and had blocked it out, and had to come to terms with the fact that she’d been abused, raped, cursed, and made to forget everything.
She cried, her head buried in her knees, arms wrapped around her face, ignoring the sounds of it echoing around her, like her grief was trapped. Lights flared around her, and she looked up with a start, finding a wand-wielding Malfoy staring at her from the doorway of his bathroom.
“Granger? I thought you’d left?” He said, putting his wand away, and standing awkwardly as he watched her cry.
“I did. I don’t even know how I got here!” She wailed, pushing herself to her feet, and pulling out her wand, ready to Apparate again.
“No, you could splinch yourself!” Draco said, taking a step toward her. “Just… Stay here, until you’re less upset. I won’t bother you. Just- don’t hurt yourself.” He said, backing toward the bathroom door, as though she were going to hex him if he didn’t get as far away as he could.
“I don’t want to-” She stopped, as he reached the door, and held up a hand.
“Just. Stay.” He said, and closed the door behind him. Hermione sank to the floor again, re-burying her face, and letting her misery overtake her again. She sobbed more quietly, unable to really catch her breath, or stop her shaking as she tried to compartmentalize what she’d seen. What she’d been through.
She didn’t even notice when she made the transition into dizzying dreams of more recalled memories.
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