Thread: After the End (Harry Potter, KC and Googl)

Hermione Hermione stayed still and said nothing. The only defence left to her now was not to rise in the hope that he'd leave. He bent down to scrutinise her and she actually cowered, fearing another blow and hating herself for doing so. You know Granger, the bruises definitely are an improvement. He spat on her, saliva spraying across her cheek and neck. Hermione grimaced. I think I am going to have to bang you up a bit before I get around to fucking you, will definitely make the experience more enjoyable on me end. At this she closed her eyes. Of course she had known that Malfoy would exploit whatever power he had over her to the limit but to hear him casually announce that he was going to rape her. Hermione had always known he was a spoiled brat and a racist bully but she had mostly blamed his parents for that. To know that he was capable of such brutality chilled her to the bone. You can look forward to that tomorrow Granger, I don't know if Weasley ever got a crack at your cunt but I look forward to making full use of your body. Se hadn't had sex with Ron but only because they had been travelling with Harry and they had had to keep their wits about them at all times. She wasn't going to give Malfoy the satisfaction of knowing she was virgin however. Hermione wanted to point out that surely by his own rules Malfoy would be breaking his own bigoted notions of who pure-blood wizards should have sex with, if he raped her... but she just didn't have the nerve right now. Draco kicked her viciously in the crotch and then left, leaving Hermione curled into a ball and sobbing at the pain of his last assault. The pain went right through her abdomen, almost to her spine. Her labia throbbed and she knew there would be bruising there, which would only make her suffering worse if he raped her. She half crawled back to her bed but no sooner had she covered herself than the house-elves confiscated her bedding. At first she wouldn't move for them but an elf simply levitated her and deposited her on the floor. Hermione regarded the little elf and suddenly remembered that this place had once been Dobby's home. Did you know Dobby? She asked quietly. The elf was too simple a creature not to react slightly to the name but he wouldn't speak to her. Another elf approached her and Hermione watched as he treated her minor injuries. There was a gentleness about him that gave her hope. Dobby was a house elf here. She told him. They might not be able to speak to her but they could listen at least. Dobby was treated very badly, as I know you all are. I know you're all very loyal to the Malfoys but not all elves are enslaved. Dobby works at Hogwarts now. He gets a salary and some holidays. All the elves at Hogwarts have been offered pay and holidays if they wish to take them. House elves are free to leave Hogwarts if they wish to. Hermione tried to hold the elf's gaze but he was pointedly averting his eyes. I just thought that you should know. Dobby left as a free elf and he has found a place at Hogwarts. Winky, an elf who was released by her family - over a total misunderstanding I might add, of which she was innocent - she has also found work at Hogwarts. She looked around at the two elves in the room. They were working quietly and efficiently but their bat-like ears were clearly hanging on her every word. If one of you wanted to be free, to not have to serve the Malfoys and punish yourselves and work yourselves into the ground. If one of you wanted... clothes ... well I could try to help, the same way that Harry Potter helped Dobby. And there are places out there where you can serve on your own terms. That's all I wanted to say. The elf working on her injuries lifted huge, hopeful eyes towards her but he was swiftly summoned by the imperious looking elf who was clearly in charge. Her make-shift medic was hustled out of there by an obviously loyal house-elf who threw Hermione the filthiest look before her door swung shut behind him. xXx The waiting had been agony. For the first day or so Hermione had been expecting Malfoy to burst in and make good on his promises at any moment. By day three she just wasn't capable of staying on edge any longer. Maybe his mummy had told him not to lie with filthy mudbloods and he was sulking. Hermione was currently getting a bowl of thin gruel and yesterday she hadn't even been given that. The room was cold and the weight she was losing now made her colder still. Hunger and fatigue now kept her mostly confined to the bed. She hadn't seen the house elf who had responded to her little speech again. No doubt he was being kept away from her corrupting influence. But that was no reason not to try corrupting the sour old elf who did still serve her. Hermione told him about setting up SPEW at school and also about getting to know Kreacher, who she felt deserved far better treatment than he got. She spoke of the elf heads on the wall at Grimmauld place and asked the elf if he fancied being wall art one day. What did the Malfoys do with dead elves? Well it passed the time.