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Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter Seventeen
They started the therapy early. Parents and guardians were invited to come for only the first session. They were encouraged to make appointments privately with the counselors if they wanted to take a more immediate roll in their children’s healing. But as most involved were nervous that the young people wouldn’t open up with so many authority figures around, it was thought that parents or guardians would only accompany the kids for special occasions or sessions where their presents would be more pivotal.
Hermione didn’t go into the first meeting, but watched as the students walked out. Some were just not talking to anyone, while others were sobbing to themselves. Sighing heavily she turned to leave, when she was brought up short by seeing Goyle watching the students as well.
“You should have gone too,” Hermione told him.
He shook his head no. “Not yet.” He looked to her. “I-I wanted to thank you.”
“For?”
“Helping Draco,” he murmured. Goyle scratched his neck absently as he tried to think of what to say. “He wouldn’t have made it in Azkaban.”
“Not many would,” she told him. “I don’t want you to feel like I forced you into going to therapy, but I will get a promise out of you if I must.”
“You need it too,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “That I do. But like you, not yet.”
“Do you think we’ll ever forget?” he asked her quietly.
“We shouldn’t forget,” she told him. “Not entirely at any rate.” Hermione studied him a moment. “Horrors forgotten are horrors relived.”
“Learning our lesson, in other words?” Goyle asked, frowning as he thought it over. He then nodded. “I better get going. Draco said that he was going to tutor me.”
As she watched him leaving, a thought struck her.
“Tutoring? Why didn’t I think of that?” she asked herself as she went on her way.
***
Hermione got together with a small group of girls that evening. All had been assaulted sexually and needed to speak about what had happened to them. It had been Ginny who had suggested that Hermione go to the meeting as well.
“But I wasn’t raped,” Hermione told her.
“Were you or were you not tortured?”
“Yes, but…”
“I heard from Ron that they were about to hand you over to Greyback when they arrived to get you out of there,” Ginny said.
Hermione went still, thinking it over she asked, “Do you think it would help?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Please, ‘Mione? For me?”
Letting out a resigned sigh, she stood up. “Very well, but there better be something stronger to drink there than pumpkin juice.”
There hadn’t been anything stronger than tea, but this didn’t bother Hermione as she had brought her own fire whiskey with her. Once she was sitting down in the circle, she was taking a sip out of her flask. It was then that she took note of all ten of girls around her watching intently.
She swallowed thickly and said, “Uh…Ginny, why don’t you start?”
“I want to hear why you’re here,” a different girl said in a hard voice. “You weren’t here for what was going on. There’s no way you were raped by the Carrows or the LeStranges.”
“No, I wasn’t raped,” she told them. “I was tortured by Bellatrix LeStrange and Voldemort. I was nearly given to Greyback to do with what he wished. But, no, I wasn’t raped.” The group of witches was now wide eyed as they stared at the older witch. She took another quick sip of her fire whiskey. “I supposed you want details? I’m afraid to say most of it was lost to me as I was too busy at the time to take note of much of anything.”
Slowly but surely they all became relaxed enough to speak to each other freely. And where they wouldn’t speak about their rapes, they did speak about sex.
“Can it be good?” a sixth year Hufflepuff Gretchen asked. “Sex that is?”
Hermione thought about it. “With the right man or woman, at the right time, it can be, pardon the pun, magical.”
This got giggles all the way around. It was Ginny who then asked, “What was your first time like?”
“Merlin, you would have to ask me that one,” she muttered. “My first time was nothing terrific. In fact I would have to say it was awful.”
“Who…” Ginny stopped asking and said, “It was Ron.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “The first and only time with Ron was horrid. My mum always told me to be honest in any relationship.” Hermione rolled her eyes heavenward. “She must have been thinking I would be dealing with a rational, mature young man.” She looked to Ginny. “You know? Everything your brother isn’t.”
The girls burst out into peels of giggles again.
“Thinking my mum knew what she was speaking of, I told Ron how it wasn’t good. He flipped out,” she murmured. “It didn’t work between us. It was for the best though.” Hermione smiled to herself. “But I’m in a good relationship now. He’s a good man.”
“Is he handsome?” A fifth year girl asked.
“No,” she was honest. “Not by other people’s standards, but I’ve never been one to pay mind to that sort of thing. To me, I’ve always thought more of substance.” Then she took a sip of her whiskey. “But then again, a bit of eye candy never hurt anyone.”
“You’re drunk,” chuckled one of the other girls.
Hermione blushed as she said, “Yes, I am and for good reason. I would never be able to speak like this about sex otherwise.”
“I know what you mean,” a Ravenclaw whispered. “Just the thought of talking about sex makes me sick.”
Hermione went over to the girl and murmured, “I just wanted to let you know that what happened to you wasn’t normal. They brutalized and raped. And even though some people like rougher sex, it doesn’t have to be the norm.”
“I-I don’t like men that way,” the other girl whispered.
“Okay,” Hermione said. “I’m Hermione Granger. I’m heterosexual.” She held her hand out to the other girl.
Chuckling the girl said, “My name is Rose Gardner and I’m a lesbian.”
“See! That didn’t hurt did it?”
“You know they are going to ask you if you felt this way before the rape, don’t you?” Ginny pointed out to the girl.
Blushing Rose whispered, “That’s why I was raped. They caught me and my girlfriend together.” Tears dripped down her face. “Kendal tried to kill herself. Her family took her away and they ran. I don’t even know if she’s still alive.”
Hermione hugged her shoulders. “We’ll find her. I’m not promising that everything will be okay, but we’ll find out what happened. Won’t we, girls?”
A unanimous cheer went up within the group. This brought the meeting to an end. Ginny had to help Hermione walk over to the rooms that she was sharing with Severus Snape.
“Let me tell you something,” Hermione told her friend. “You should date Neville Longbottom.”
“What? Why?” she asked totally confused.
“Because you are lovely, protective, and you won’t take any shit from anyone!”
Ginny laughed. “I can’t very well date Neville just because I won’t be scared off by his Gran!”
“I heard a rumor that he’s hung like a horse.”
Ginny stopped walking. “A horse?”
“People exaggerate all the time. It could be just a small pony.”
“Me and Neville?” Ginny whispered thoughtfully.
Hermione nodded. “You don’t have to date him. Try being friends first. I think it might shock you.”
“Why?” Ginny asked.
“Because you need to know that men aren’t either like Harry or the bastard that raped you.” She hugged her friend. “I love you, Ginny. And totally in a non-sexual way.”
The redheaded witch burst out into laughter. “Snape is going to have a stroke when he sees how drunk you are.”
“What the bloody hell do you mean she’s drunk?” The hard voice had Hermione and Ginny looking over to Snape who was standing in the shadows near the doorway to their rooms.
“Severus, I got drunk so I am the one responsible,” Hermione said as she stumbled over to him. “I need food and a hangover potion.” She slipped her arms around him. “Have I ever told you how much I love the way you smell?”
Severus looked over to Ginny, who was fighting not to laugh. “Thank you for bringing her back safely, Miss Weasley.”
She sobered a bit. “Hermione would do the same for me, sir. Good night.”
“Good night,” he murmured, watching as she left. A movement caught his attention then. “Mr. Longbottom?” he whispered, as he watched the young wizard following after Ginny as she went.
“He was following us,” Hermione murmured. “He is very protective of our Miss Weasley. I think the two would get on beautifully if Ginny could just get past that hero worshiping bullshit with Harry.”
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Chapter Seventeen
They started the therapy early. Parents and guardians were invited to come for only the first session. They were encouraged to make appointments privately with the counselors if they wanted to take a more immediate roll in their children’s healing. But as most involved were nervous that the young people wouldn’t open up with so many authority figures around, it was thought that parents or guardians would only accompany the kids for special occasions or sessions where their presents would be more pivotal.
Hermione didn’t go into the first meeting, but watched as the students walked out. Some were just not talking to anyone, while others were sobbing to themselves. Sighing heavily she turned to leave, when she was brought up short by seeing Goyle watching the students as well.
“You should have gone too,” Hermione told him.
He shook his head no. “Not yet.” He looked to her. “I-I wanted to thank you.”
“For?”
“Helping Draco,” he murmured. Goyle scratched his neck absently as he tried to think of what to say. “He wouldn’t have made it in Azkaban.”
“Not many would,” she told him. “I don’t want you to feel like I forced you into going to therapy, but I will get a promise out of you if I must.”
“You need it too,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “That I do. But like you, not yet.”
“Do you think we’ll ever forget?” he asked her quietly.
“We shouldn’t forget,” she told him. “Not entirely at any rate.” Hermione studied him a moment. “Horrors forgotten are horrors relived.”
“Learning our lesson, in other words?” Goyle asked, frowning as he thought it over. He then nodded. “I better get going. Draco said that he was going to tutor me.”
As she watched him leaving, a thought struck her.
“Tutoring? Why didn’t I think of that?” she asked herself as she went on her way.
***
Hermione got together with a small group of girls that evening. All had been assaulted sexually and needed to speak about what had happened to them. It had been Ginny who had suggested that Hermione go to the meeting as well.
“But I wasn’t raped,” Hermione told her.
“Were you or were you not tortured?”
“Yes, but…”
“I heard from Ron that they were about to hand you over to Greyback when they arrived to get you out of there,” Ginny said.
Hermione went still, thinking it over she asked, “Do you think it would help?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Please, ‘Mione? For me?”
Letting out a resigned sigh, she stood up. “Very well, but there better be something stronger to drink there than pumpkin juice.”
There hadn’t been anything stronger than tea, but this didn’t bother Hermione as she had brought her own fire whiskey with her. Once she was sitting down in the circle, she was taking a sip out of her flask. It was then that she took note of all ten of girls around her watching intently.
She swallowed thickly and said, “Uh…Ginny, why don’t you start?”
“I want to hear why you’re here,” a different girl said in a hard voice. “You weren’t here for what was going on. There’s no way you were raped by the Carrows or the LeStranges.”
“No, I wasn’t raped,” she told them. “I was tortured by Bellatrix LeStrange and Voldemort. I was nearly given to Greyback to do with what he wished. But, no, I wasn’t raped.” The group of witches was now wide eyed as they stared at the older witch. She took another quick sip of her fire whiskey. “I supposed you want details? I’m afraid to say most of it was lost to me as I was too busy at the time to take note of much of anything.”
Slowly but surely they all became relaxed enough to speak to each other freely. And where they wouldn’t speak about their rapes, they did speak about sex.
“Can it be good?” a sixth year Hufflepuff Gretchen asked. “Sex that is?”
Hermione thought about it. “With the right man or woman, at the right time, it can be, pardon the pun, magical.”
This got giggles all the way around. It was Ginny who then asked, “What was your first time like?”
“Merlin, you would have to ask me that one,” she muttered. “My first time was nothing terrific. In fact I would have to say it was awful.”
“Who…” Ginny stopped asking and said, “It was Ron.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “The first and only time with Ron was horrid. My mum always told me to be honest in any relationship.” Hermione rolled her eyes heavenward. “She must have been thinking I would be dealing with a rational, mature young man.” She looked to Ginny. “You know? Everything your brother isn’t.”
The girls burst out into peels of giggles again.
“Thinking my mum knew what she was speaking of, I told Ron how it wasn’t good. He flipped out,” she murmured. “It didn’t work between us. It was for the best though.” Hermione smiled to herself. “But I’m in a good relationship now. He’s a good man.”
“Is he handsome?” A fifth year girl asked.
“No,” she was honest. “Not by other people’s standards, but I’ve never been one to pay mind to that sort of thing. To me, I’ve always thought more of substance.” Then she took a sip of her whiskey. “But then again, a bit of eye candy never hurt anyone.”
“You’re drunk,” chuckled one of the other girls.
Hermione blushed as she said, “Yes, I am and for good reason. I would never be able to speak like this about sex otherwise.”
“I know what you mean,” a Ravenclaw whispered. “Just the thought of talking about sex makes me sick.”
Hermione went over to the girl and murmured, “I just wanted to let you know that what happened to you wasn’t normal. They brutalized and raped. And even though some people like rougher sex, it doesn’t have to be the norm.”
“I-I don’t like men that way,” the other girl whispered.
“Okay,” Hermione said. “I’m Hermione Granger. I’m heterosexual.” She held her hand out to the other girl.
Chuckling the girl said, “My name is Rose Gardner and I’m a lesbian.”
“See! That didn’t hurt did it?”
“You know they are going to ask you if you felt this way before the rape, don’t you?” Ginny pointed out to the girl.
Blushing Rose whispered, “That’s why I was raped. They caught me and my girlfriend together.” Tears dripped down her face. “Kendal tried to kill herself. Her family took her away and they ran. I don’t even know if she’s still alive.”
Hermione hugged her shoulders. “We’ll find her. I’m not promising that everything will be okay, but we’ll find out what happened. Won’t we, girls?”
A unanimous cheer went up within the group. This brought the meeting to an end. Ginny had to help Hermione walk over to the rooms that she was sharing with Severus Snape.
“Let me tell you something,” Hermione told her friend. “You should date Neville Longbottom.”
“What? Why?” she asked totally confused.
“Because you are lovely, protective, and you won’t take any shit from anyone!”
Ginny laughed. “I can’t very well date Neville just because I won’t be scared off by his Gran!”
“I heard a rumor that he’s hung like a horse.”
Ginny stopped walking. “A horse?”
“People exaggerate all the time. It could be just a small pony.”
“Me and Neville?” Ginny whispered thoughtfully.
Hermione nodded. “You don’t have to date him. Try being friends first. I think it might shock you.”
“Why?” Ginny asked.
“Because you need to know that men aren’t either like Harry or the bastard that raped you.” She hugged her friend. “I love you, Ginny. And totally in a non-sexual way.”
The redheaded witch burst out into laughter. “Snape is going to have a stroke when he sees how drunk you are.”
“What the bloody hell do you mean she’s drunk?” The hard voice had Hermione and Ginny looking over to Snape who was standing in the shadows near the doorway to their rooms.
“Severus, I got drunk so I am the one responsible,” Hermione said as she stumbled over to him. “I need food and a hangover potion.” She slipped her arms around him. “Have I ever told you how much I love the way you smell?”
Severus looked over to Ginny, who was fighting not to laugh. “Thank you for bringing her back safely, Miss Weasley.”
She sobered a bit. “Hermione would do the same for me, sir. Good night.”
“Good night,” he murmured, watching as she left. A movement caught his attention then. “Mr. Longbottom?” he whispered, as he watched the young wizard following after Ginny as she went.
“He was following us,” Hermione murmured. “He is very protective of our Miss Weasley. I think the two would get on beautifully if Ginny could just get past that hero worshiping bullshit with Harry.”
***
Hello one and all! It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The last answer was "You are My Kind" by Santana with Seal. Shortbread cookies go out to Foofie! If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "She can kill with a smile/she can wound with her eyes/she can ruin your faith with her casual reviews" There it is! Sorry, no hints today. Everyone have a wonderful day!