Drabble. - Missing DH moment (sorta)
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One Word.
By alloy (includes text taken from chapter of Deathly Hallows Chapter 23 - Malfoy Manor)
Malfoy Manor.
She thinks too much. She’s wondering where they’re taking Harry & Ron, curious as to Bellatrix’s obsession with the sword, pondering a way out of this dilemma…
“Crucio”
No thoughts, just pain, just screaming.
“HERMIONE!” (Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle)
Release, and curiosity.
Crazed cursing.
“Crucio”
And screaming.
“HERMIONE!”
Release, and wonder
“…Where did you get this sword? Where?”
“We found it.”
“Crucio”
A red haze.
“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
“You’re lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!”
Another terrible scream. Which she curiously recognises as her own.
“HERMIONE!” (Ron struggled harder than ever)
“What else did you take? What else have you got? Tel me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!”
“HERMIONE!”
“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!”
(Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists)
Hermione felt the release without hearing his voice. He must have whispered it.
“CRUCIO”
“How did you get into my vault? Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?”
“We only met him tonight!” she sobbed. “We’ve never been inside your vault. . . . It isn’t the real sword! It’s a copy, just a copy!”
“Crucio”
No release came this time.
“Crucio”
No screaming of her name.
“Crucio”
Darkness claimed Hermione even as she wondered what Ron and Harry were up to.
She remembered burying Dobby, remembered standing there with Ron’s arms around her, remembered feeling his arms twitch, his muscles spasm from the curses she had received.
“Ron” she had murmured over and over again, trying to take some of his sacrifice back.
Sydney, Australia.
They should, Hermione supposed, feel guilty. They should, that is Ron and herself, be trying to think of ways to locate her parents.
Instead they were making love.
She enjoyed Ron’s exploration of her body, enjoyed the touch of lips, the soft caresses of his fingers, enjoyed the slow escalation of her pleasure to it’s ultimate crescendo.
“Hermione.”
It was gone, her impending climax, stolen, but the look on Ron’s face, his unexpected pleasure, the fear of reaction, the guilt and apology had all been worth it.
Something to laugh about in years to come.
And sometimes she would invite him to whisper her name.
St. Mungos, London
“You’re doing very well Mrs Weasley,”
“Hermione.” Ron muttered into her ear.
“Almost there. Just a few more contractions”
“Herm….”
“Shsh love,”
He’d do everything she was sure, just like that long ago day at Malfoy Manor, he’d take all her pain into his lanky stubborn Weasley frame and never tell a soul, but, just like that day she would have to do the last bit herself.
“Push Mrs Weasley, PUSH!”
“Her….”
“Shutup Ronald!”
And then she pushed, and breathed and pushed, and in the end, the healer handed Ron their daughter and he soothed her with one word.
“Rose.”
Fin.
One Word.
By alloy (includes text taken from chapter of Deathly Hallows Chapter 23 - Malfoy Manor)
Malfoy Manor.
She thinks too much. She’s wondering where they’re taking Harry & Ron, curious as to Bellatrix’s obsession with the sword, pondering a way out of this dilemma…
“Crucio”
No thoughts, just pain, just screaming.
“HERMIONE!” (Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle)
Release, and curiosity.
Crazed cursing.
“Crucio”
And screaming.
“HERMIONE!”
Release, and wonder
“…Where did you get this sword? Where?”
“We found it.”
“Crucio”
A red haze.
“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
“You’re lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!”
Another terrible scream. Which she curiously recognises as her own.
“HERMIONE!” (Ron struggled harder than ever)
“What else did you take? What else have you got? Tel me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!”
“HERMIONE!”
“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!”
(Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists)
Hermione felt the release without hearing his voice. He must have whispered it.
“CRUCIO”
“How did you get into my vault? Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?”
“We only met him tonight!” she sobbed. “We’ve never been inside your vault. . . . It isn’t the real sword! It’s a copy, just a copy!”
“Crucio”
No release came this time.
“Crucio”
No screaming of her name.
“Crucio”
Darkness claimed Hermione even as she wondered what Ron and Harry were up to.
She remembered burying Dobby, remembered standing there with Ron’s arms around her, remembered feeling his arms twitch, his muscles spasm from the curses she had received.
“Ron” she had murmured over and over again, trying to take some of his sacrifice back.
Sydney, Australia.
They should, Hermione supposed, feel guilty. They should, that is Ron and herself, be trying to think of ways to locate her parents.
Instead they were making love.
She enjoyed Ron’s exploration of her body, enjoyed the touch of lips, the soft caresses of his fingers, enjoyed the slow escalation of her pleasure to it’s ultimate crescendo.
“Hermione.”
It was gone, her impending climax, stolen, but the look on Ron’s face, his unexpected pleasure, the fear of reaction, the guilt and apology had all been worth it.
Something to laugh about in years to come.
And sometimes she would invite him to whisper her name.
St. Mungos, London
“You’re doing very well Mrs Weasley,”
“Hermione.” Ron muttered into her ear.
“Almost there. Just a few more contractions”
“Herm….”
“Shsh love,”
He’d do everything she was sure, just like that long ago day at Malfoy Manor, he’d take all her pain into his lanky stubborn Weasley frame and never tell a soul, but, just like that day she would have to do the last bit herself.
“Push Mrs Weasley, PUSH!”
“Her….”
“Shutup Ronald!”
And then she pushed, and breathed and pushed, and in the end, the healer handed Ron their daughter and he soothed her with one word.
“Rose.”
Fin.