A surprising turn, chapter 14: Happenings
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Warnings: Later on in the story Ron will be really mean, so if you adore him, then maybe you shouldn't start reading.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never where and never will be, but I do own the plot.
AU: This is my first try out for a femslash story, please review. Thanks to Sarah for betaing!
Summary: Hermione is married to Ron, pregnant and life couldn't be better. Until he does something to muck it up, and Hermione receives a letter that changes her world.
Okay this is a long one, hope you enjoy and please review:)
Hermione's senses were screaming. She had been Crucioed during the war, several times actually, but it was nothing compared to this. She was being Crucioed by a friend, by a man she once loved, and even though he was completely and utterly mad, it was being done with love. And that was much, much worse. As the pain took over every coherent thought, she blacked out and could remember no more.
Ron Weasley was standing over his love, still casting the hated Crucio at her. He didn't like doing it, not at all, but if that was what it took to bring his love and life back, he was willing to be the one sacrificing himself. Her body kept having spasms, now blacked out and unaware. He knew she understood. Of course she did. She knew he loved her. He had told her that enough times, even though half of those times probably were lies. But he was doing this for them, and she would understand that.
He needed to find her wand. He hadn't taken it from her, she had simply dropped it when he found her. He never meant for her to not have a wand. This harsh conditions were merely to remove the problem. She knew that. But she was crying, and he wasn't really sure why. So he had figured he needed to get her wand back to her; maybe that was why she was so sad. He would have been sad too, if he lost his wand.
He lifted the curse and saw her body relaxing against the cold, hard ground. He longed to make it more comfortable for her, but knew it had to be that way for it to go away. As he left the room, he uttered a spell he hadn't done in years, and soon the building was empty save for a broken-down woman and her half grown baby.
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Pansy sat down on the couch in Hermione's apartment with a heavy sigh. It was Monday, and still no sign of her girlfriend anywhere. The day before, the Aurors had given her back Hermione's wand, as they had done what they could with it. She sighed again as she looked over at the mantel where she had put it, and where her eyes had strayed several times already. But this time something was different. She scrunched her eyes as she looked at it. Something was off. As she approached it, she noticed the lack of magic around it. The wand seemed like a piece of wood. She picked it up and knew at once that this was not Hermione's wand, even though it looked the same. She knew that if anyone had exchanged the wands, they had to have been in the apartment, and if she was lucky, that person had Apparated, leaving a trace of magic behind. She nervously cast the spell to find the magical residue that would be left behind, and gasped in shock as she found the trace. Ronald Weasley.
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Harry looked at her in shock. “What? Can you repeat that?”
Pansy growled before repeating what she'd just said. “Ron Weasley has been at the apartment and took Hermione's wand.”
Draco, Blaise, Harry and George were standing around her at the Ministry. They had met up there a couple of times each day to see if there were any news, the four of them and someone from the Weasley family. Two faces looked at her in pent up anger, one in outrage, and one in pure shock.
“I knew he was a bloody idiot, but I wasn't aware that he was a kidnapper as well.” Draco's deep voice was almost growling.
“I can't believe this. Why would he do this?” Harry didn't seem able to get out of the initial shock. “And even more, why would he get her wand? That's just stupid.”
The three former Slytherins looked at him as to say “Duh!”
Suddenly George started mumbling and growling under his breath, words such as 'beat' 'death' and 'end' audible in between. Then he looked up at them. “I have to go. I have to tell my whole family about my little brother, who by the way has been home several times.” His voice was hard and he cleansing his jaw. Then he turned to the Floo, and seconds later he was gone. Behind him stood four people, all in shock.
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Hermione's friends was not the only one's in shock. Hermione looked up at her ex husband who was standing in front of her. With her wand. Giving it to her. And she actually had to replay in her head what he had said before she even dared to take it.
He had come in the door, and as usual, she had cringed and curled up. Her body was exhausted, and her nerving endings was still on fire. He had walked up to her with a wand, that she soon recognised to be her own, but instead of cursing her with it, he simply offered it to her.
“Hi, here you go. Sorry I couldn't get it sooner, I had some stuff I had to do.” Yeah, like hitting and cursing me and going mad in between. Her thoughts were angry, and she only wished she dared to say it out loud.
“I know how it feels to not have your wand, and I wouldn't wish that upon anybody, least of all you, so here you go.”
And now she finally dared to reach forward and take it. As her hand closed around the handle, she was sure something would happen, but nothing did. Ron easily let go of it, and smiled at her. She pulled back her hand, still looking at him to see what he would do. She knew she didn't have enough strength to incapacitate him in any way, so she simply lay there. He smiled at her, then gave her a wink, and then walked away. She noticed when he closed the door, that he didn't lock it, and she figured that maybe she could get out of here.
She waited until she was sure he was gone before she sat up. It was a lot of pain, but she bit her teeth together, and scooted up against the wall. As she looked at herself, she realised that she had more injuries than she thought, and sighed just at the though of having to get up. She started healing the smaller cuts, closed up wounds and such, and as she went, she actually did feel a little better. Before she tried to stand, she did a diagnostic check on the baby, and everything seemed al right, even though she had no idea how. Finally, she was able to stand up, although supported by the wall. She gathered all her will, thought of home, and tried to Disapparate. Nothing happened. She wasn't really that surprised that he had put up anti-Appartion wards. Although he was mad, it didn't mean he didn't know what he was doing. He would probably excuse the wards, saying that he didn't want anyone to take her away or something.
She started walking through the room, supporting her weight on the wall. The room was a rectangular one, not very large, and without any furniture except the mattress she had been sleeping on. As she finally made it to the door, she barely managed to open it a little, as it was an iron door and extremely heavy. She peeked out, looking into a corridor of sorts. She managed to squeeze herself through the opening, although she suddenly felt every bruise and cut so much more. When she was through, she leaned her back against the wall and breathed heavily. It was tiresome walking the way she did, but she didn't have enough energy to walk on her own.
She looked out in the corridor. It was also dark, nothing on the walls, and the only thing that made it look different was the light at the end of it. She started stumbling, forward again, hands on the wall, making for the light. As she got closer, she noticed there was a stair at the end of it, one she already dreaded to go up. Suddenly it hit her that this probably was a bomb shelter, left from the war.
The stairs loomed in front of her. There were ten, maybe twelve steps, and she sighed at she forced her legs to work with her. It went slowly, and she was almost at the top when she heard someone coming. She only had three steps left, but he was too close, and she felt herself starting to panic. As she heard the door creak open, she held her breath, and almost laughed when the cat sneaked in. Her heart was beating against her rib cage, and she shook her head before she continued on the stairs. She wanted to get out of there before he came back, and lifted her legs as quickly as she could in agony. She didn't want to make any sound, and bit down on her tongue to hold it in, and she faintly noticed the taste of blood.
Finally, she was standing next to the door, and she leaned her head against it before she peeked out. The light hit her at once, and for a while she was almost blind. As her eyes got used to the light, she realised there was something familiar about the place she was in. She looked around to see if someone was there, and as she walked out into the cold December weather, she remembered her torn up clothes. As she stood outside, she looked around, trying to figure out why she knew the place. And suddenly, a house in a distance on the left got her attention. She squinted her eyes, and when she recognised it, she was in utter shock. It was the Burrow! He had actually kept her here, right next to his family.
She felt the anger rising again, giving her enough energy to Disapparate. She thought of home, and recognised the twisting feeling of the Apparition just before she could feel all the wounds she had heeled open up again. As she barely recognised her own living room, she felt the world swirl, and then she fainted.
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George Floo'ed in to the Burrow, anger coming off him in waves. He had known his brother was a twit, but this... He couldn't even find words.
Just as he was about to search the house for his little brother, that exact person stepped out of the Floo. Ron looked up at him as he stepped out of the fireplace and went over to the couch and sat down.
“Hi, George, how is everything?” George just scowled at him, before raising his wand, pointing it at his brothers chest.
Ron's eyes widened. “What the...” he was cut off as the Floo stirred again, three times almost at the same time, and three very angry men stepped out of the fireplace. No one even had the chance to say anything before Blaise was at Ron's side, took a grip on his sweater and lifted him up. “Where is she?” His voice sounded like death itself was standing in front of the red head.
“I... what the hell! Get your hands off me! George, do something!” Ron was fighting with the dark man, but by now Harry and Draco had joined Blaise, with their wands pointed straight at Ron's chest.
“Oh, I'm going to do something all right, if you don't tell me right now what you have done to Hermione.” Ron's eyes widened at her name, and Harry took his chance. “Legilimens!”
Several seconds went by whilst Blaise held Ron up, forcing him to keep eye contact. Then suddenly Harry staggered back, and Blaise let go of Ron, pointing his wand at him instead. Harry just gave them a nod, and looked at Ron. “Up.”
Ron got up, the shock and surprise evident on his face. Harry started walking in front of them, and the three others kept their wands aimed at the fourth one, pushing him to walk in front of them. They went out the back door, walked for about five minutes towards the bunker in sight. The closer they got, the more scared Ron became, and he started mumbling things like 'for her own good'. When George realised where they were walking, he almost hexed his brother at once.
“You keep her here?? At the Burrow's old bomb room? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
They pushed him inside and down the stairs, walking straight to the iron door. Harry used his wand to push it up, and walked into the dark room. He cast an Lumos and looked around. Then he walked up to where Hermione had been lying, her blood still left behind.
Harry turned around to his so-called friend. “What the hell did you do to her??!!”
Ron seemed shocked at the fact that there was no one there, and looked around. Harry turned towards the blood again, and noticed that there were smudges leading to the wall. He held his wand against it, and followed the blood trail; he could clearly see that it had been her hand on the wall. As he followed the trail outside the door, the others followed, still with Ron in front of them. They followed the trail all the way out again, and as it disappeared in the snow, Harry stopped.
“What did you do to her?” Harry looked over at his ex-best friend, and when there was no answer, Harry punched him in the face. Ron fell over, and the others saw the chance of doing the same, and he received some very angry blows. Suddenly a Patronus appeared, one neither of them recognised, giving them the message that Hermione was in her apartment, hurt, and they needed to come. The Apparation wards had been opened to them. George turned to his brother to take him to the Ministry, but just as he had him in his vision again, Ron Disapparated. They stood there for ten more seconds, looking a bit surprised and uncertain about what to do, before suddenly, as an agreement, all four Disapparated at once.
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Pansy was left in the Ministry, still somewhat shocked, but slowly getting herself together. She thought about following the boys, but knew that with the pregnancy, there really wasn't much she could do. So she made her way to the Floo, and went home to the apartment.
As she stepped out on the carpet, she felt tiredness flooding her, and she staggered her way to the couch. Just as she was about to sit down, she noticed something strange on the floor behind it, and took a step to the side to see.
Lying on the floor was a bloody heap of clothes. As Pansy looked at it, she suddenly realised that on one side there was a resemblance to hair, and when she recognised the hair, she cried out and knelt down next to her. She carefully turned the unconscious girl around, laying Hermione's head in her lap, and seeing the cuts in her face, Pansy started crying. She rocked to and fro whilst crying and murmuring her girlfriend's name. Suddenly she realised that she needed to do something; get Hermione to a hospital, but she knew there was no way she would be able to do it on her own, and sent her Patronus with a message to Draco. When she saw the creature coming out of her wand, she almost laughed at it; it had changed.
A couple of minutes went whilst Pansy stroked Hermione's hair and made soothing noises; they were probably more for herself than for the unconscious girl.
Suddenly there was four cracks of Apparition, and she was surrounded by four boys, all trying to make sure Hermione was okay. Pansy forcefully pushed them away.
“No, she's not okay, all right. She was here when I came, and has been unconscious since the moment I saw her. If you had seen a little closer, you would have noticed that she is bleeding like hell, and we need to get her to St.Mungo's.” Pansy yelled at them through tears, and couldn't for the life of her stop them from flowing.
Careful hands lifted Hermione from her grip, and Blaise took a hold of her hands and pulled her up. Pansy watched while the three other boys got Hermione in the Floo, Harry Flooing with her as only two could Floo together. Draco and George hurriedly Flooed through, and Blaise helped Pansy through, holding her up the whole time. As they entered S.Mungo's, three Healers had all ready started looking at Hermione, and as they carried her away in a hurry, Pansy blindly followed, supported between Blaise and Draco. The healers had removed Hermione's torn up outer clothes, and as Pansy looked over at the broken body of her girlfriend, her sobs came back in full strength. They stopped outside the room Hermione had been taken into, knowing they couldn't follow.
Suddenly Pansy felt an intense pain in her abdomen and doubled over, screaming out. Draco and Blaise gasped next to her and called for a Healer as she felt the pain increase. No! Not the baby!” Then suddenly the world started to blur, and everything went black.