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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Chapter 1
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Hermione stared down at the cup lying almost innocently on the floor.
"Go on," prodded Ron behind her.
She grasped the basilisk fang tighter in her fist and reluctantly knelt beside the cup, her jeans soaking thought at the knees immediately. She lifted the fang.
He doesn't want you. See how he pushed you away. He used you and then threw you away when he got what he wanted. No one wants you, not even your best friend. See how long it took him to forget you.
Her heart seemed to freeze in her chest and she found it hard to breathe. It was right. Snape didn't want her, and even Ron had found someone new. She was unlovable. No one could ever want her.
You can have him. I can make him want you. All you must do it take me, keep me safe. All you want will be yours.
The hand holding the fang began to shake. There seemed to be a loud wind rushing past her ears, and behind her she could just about make out somebody yelling, although she couldn't hear the words. The voice from the cup was so compelling, she wanted to believe it, needed to believe.
Could she? Could she have him? She longed for his touch so badly that she could almost see him in front of her. The past few weeks had been hell as he ignored her. She wanted him so badly, wanted to treat him how he had treated her, and then force him to perform to her every whim, beat him, torture him until he begged for her love, and then she would take her pleasure as she wished.
No…. Another voice whispered faintly. It's wrong. You can't force someone to want you. The cup needs to be destroyed. It will never keep its promises. Do it! NOW!
She prepared to bring the fang down.
"You'll never have him if you destroy me. No one will ever want you. I can give you everything. Anything you could ever wish for… riches, power…
The voice from the cup had seemed to take on a hint of desperation. For what seemed like forever to her she hovered on the edge of her decision.
love…
"No!" she screamed, bringing the fang down hard. As it pierced the cup there was a terrible scream that seemed to reach right down into her soul and rip her apart. The cup skittered away and the water in the pools along the side of the room swelled and lifted. A hand at the back of her shirt suddenly dragged her to her feet, and as a column of water rose in to the air before them, Ron's hand slipped into hers and tugged. They both ran, looking over their shoulder as a wall of water moved towards them, the furious screaming face of Voldemort clearly defined, its eyes fixed on them.
The wave reached them and just as she thought they were going to be swept away it dissipated, the water drenching them as it crashed to the floor and she gasped with the cold. It leeched away back into the pools and within moments the room was exactly as it had been a minute before, except for the battered and broken cup that lay on the stones in front of them.
We did it, she crowed exultantly in her head, looking over at Ron who was wearing a grin similar to the one she was sure was on her own face. The slight uneasiness she had been feeling around her friends had vanished in the wake of what they had just achieved, and she found herself flying at Ron and wrapping herself around him before bursting into tears.
There was only the barest hesitation before he enfolded her in his arms ad held her as she cried herself out. When she had calmed down she pushed herself back a bit and could smile up sheepishly at him.
"Blimey, Hermione. What was all that for?" was all he could say.
Hermione just shook her head and looked down again. She wasn't quite sure herself, although she felt a lot better for letting it all out. She used a sleeve to wipe at her face, before slipping her arm back under his again and resting her cheek on his chest with a sigh.
"Thanks, "she whispered.
"For what?"
She shrugged. "Just for being here I guess. I missed you both so much."
"Hermione…" he sounded uneasy.
"Hmmm?"
"…when they… when they took you…"
She tensed, her fingers digging into his think jumper as she waited for him to finish his sentence.
"…what did they do to you? Did they hurt you?"
The slightest nod was all she could manage, and it was enough for his arms to tighten protectively around her.
"Who?" he asked angrily
"Vol… you know… he…" She bit her lip when she couldn't continue. The memory of the repeated Cruciatus curse he had cast at her made her shake with horror. Why was it all starting to feel more real now?
"Fucking hell, Mione, you actually saw the slimy bastard?"
"Yes," She choked out, cringing at the recollection. The image of his bending over her as he cursed her seemed so vivid that her stomach clenched with remembered pain.
"What about Snape? You said he brought you to the castle. Did he hurt you?"
The horrible memories receded as her mind raced for a way for her to take his mind off Snape. As much as she needed to make sure they didn't suspect the truth yet, she didn't want them to think worse of him than they already did. He did need Harry to be willing to speak to him without hexing first. She pulled up her sleeve, baring the horrible scars that had been cut into her arm.
Ron was actually speechless for a moment before he exploded. "I'm going to kill the bastard. How could he… it's not like he's pure…"
"No, Ron!" Hermione grabbed him by the sleeve as he made towards the exit and turned him round to face her. "It wasn't him."
"Then who?" he snapped, his eyes blazing with fury."
"If I tell you, you have to promise not to go running off and get yourself killed. It happened weeks ago, and it's healed now."
"Healed? It's still red and sore! How can it have been weeks ago? It looks like it happened yesterday."
"It was done with a blade steeped in dark magic. It's healed as well as it's going to." She looked down to try and hide the tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Ron gripped her by the elbows. "Who did it to you Hermione?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
"You've got to promise, Ron, Please. We need to help Harry, not go chasing off to get revenge." When he looked like he was going to refuse she lifted a hand to his cheek. "Please, Ron," she pleaded gently.
After a moment his dark expression seemed to lift slightly. "Ok, Ok, Hermione. I promise. Now, tell me who did it?"
She sighed. "Bellatrix Lestrange."
"That bitch. I'm gonna kill her…"
"Ron, you promised." She held onto him as if he were about to chase off after the woman.
"I know, I know. It's just… I hate that she hurt you and got away with it." He looked down at her as she looked up, and for a moment they gazed into each other's eyes.
They both seemed to realise how close they were still standing at the same time, and both quickly disentangled themselves, colour rising to their cheeks as they stepped back. There was an awkward silence that Hermione sought to fill with the first thing that came into her head.
"So… Luna…?" For a moment Ron looked like a child who had been caught with his fingers in the biscuit jar, but he soon dissolved into a sheepish grin as he realised Hermione wasn't upset with him. He scrubbed his hand through his hair bashfully.
"Yeah… ummm, well, nothing's happened really. I know she'd a bit odd, but she's been bloody brilliant really. I've not said anything to her yet, but… well maybe after…" he trailed off for a second. "We wouldn't have managed to get the cup without her," he said with a fake brightness. Then he spotted the expression on Hermione's face. "Not that we could have done it without you either, Mione. You know that. We'd probably have been caught the first day if we'd not had you."
Her chest tightened slightly, but she was surprised at how little it hurt to hear his words. "It's ok, Ron. I understand. I'm just thankful she was there to stop yourselves getting into too much trouble without me."
"No one can replace you, Hermione. You know that. Come 'ere…" He grabbed her again and gave her a big bear hug. "We were so worried. You can't believe how awful we felt for letting you get taken like that. Harry was furious with himself for days after. We barely got anything done for ages…. I'm so glad you're ok."
She smiled up at him, glad that they'd had a moment to themselves, and content with the way things were working out. She couldn't lie to herself and say it didn't hurt at all to see Ron with someone else, but she'd changed over the past weeks, and no longer could see herself entering into a relationship with the redhead. She was just happy that their friendship hadn't been destroyed over it.
She looked up at him. "Talking about getting things done, isn't it time we met Harry? Come on…"
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