Screams and Whispers

Author Note: I do not have a beta for this story. If you are interested please contact me, but otherwise I\'m REALLy sorry for the mistakes that slip past both me and my word processor.

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No, this couldn’t be happening! Not after all the hard work that she put into getting herself out of that life. How could one simply look into the nothing have changed all that.



She wasn’t meant for that world! She wasn’t born into it, she didn’t know anything about it or even that it existed until she got a letter on her eleventh birthday stating that she was to attend a magical school for witches and wizards. By god her parents thought it was a hoax, a joke … how wrong they were. This was no joke and nothing about it ever was. From the age of eleven she was put in more danger than she cared to admit. From her very first Halloween she was faced with the perils of being under attack by a troll. Only being rescued by the two boys who would become her closest friends throughout her time in Hogwarts. Nothing it seemed could have separated them from any mission they had to do.



With her knowledge of spells and potions and understanding of the way people worked, Ron’s ability to get himself and others out of trouble and Harry’s destiny … it was no wonder that each year had seemed like the tri wizard tournament. By the time that had come around the trio was well used to having to think on their feet and do anything possible to help their friend.



First year was that damned Philosophers Stone. The beginning of it all. She had stayed behind to help Ronald recover after the chess pieces battered him to bits. She had helped him get to the hospital wing while at the same time having to reassure an eleven year old boy that he would be alright when he faced the most feared wizard of all time since Merlin himself!



Second year was just a joke. The basilisk had brought the understanding of Harry’s ability to speak Parstletongue. Helping him defeat one of the Horcruxes without even knowing what he was doing. Hermione had gotten herself petrified in the process of finding out what the beast was. A mistake of course, but one which ultimately helped her friend defeat the massive snake.



Third year … Now that was an adventure. Not only did she make one of her closest Adult friends at the time. Professor R.J. Lupin, but she had been using a time-turner all year to do all the studies she wished. Going to two classes at once. Literally being in two places at once. That was the year she had punched Draco Malfoy in the nose, breaking it and it was also the year where everything seemed to have gone wrong. Buckbeat, Sirius, Pettigrew …. To this day Hermione could not think of the traitorous rat without shuddering. He was the worst of them all. Not only had he betrayed his best friend resulting in his death and that of his wife … but he had left three students to deal with a Werewolf who had forgotten to drink his Wolfsbane! That was the year she had faced the Dementors, watched as Harry become more like his father and watched him crumble at that very thought.



It had been a dark year indeed.



Fourth year was the Tri-Wizard Tournament year. Exposing Harry to the dangers that no student should ever have to face. His name being dropped into the cup by a madman death eater who … for an entire year had been teaching students the dark arts and showing them just how terrifying they were. It had also however been the year of Viktor Krum. He had never really liked her; simply wanting the glory of getting it with the Chosen Ones floozy. That was after all, his reasoning behind never learning her name. And for trying to rape her in the hopes of a magazine story. That had crushed her. Truly hurt her.



Yet it gave her the strength over the next years where she became a stronger, more hedonistic girl. Taking what she wanted and putting her magical knowledge to use for once. Creating those coins for the DA against Umbridge … fighting against the ministry and managing to hold her friend while the pain coursed through her, hold him while he mourned the loss of his Godfather to that damned veil.



Despite being cursed by some mysterious spell and suffering long term damage to her heart (murmurs now and again) she had done so much research on the veil that over the next couple years, along with finding those Horcruxes and helping destroy them in the only way she could … through researching them. She had come across an idea. It was radical and it was dangerous. But it could mean that Harry would have a family once more. Of sorts.



However, it seemed before she could ever have gotten a chance to do such a think she watched as her wand was broken under the foot of the manic black haired Bellatrix. Poor Ron … he had heard her screams along with the others. But she had hoped that he could at least be safe. He was a better fighter than she was, he could still use a wand. At least she wouldn’t have gone mad for nothing.



But now … now it was different. She was no longer the brave and brightest witch of her age. She had reverted to a life she believed to be safe. Away from the magical world and all their killing curses, away from the terrible creatures and manic wizards wishing to control the world. And away from ever having to see the emptiness in Harry’s eyes.



Until she looked at that stupid emptiness where she knew Grimmauld Place stood. Hidden under the illusion of invisibility.



Before she had even thought about what she would do after hearing her name she was running. Her feet pounding against the ground in the same direction as she had done all those months ago. Not looking around as she felt the side of her foot twinge uncomfortably. Nor when she heard the voice calling her again. She knew who it was and it frightened her. The red hair on his head by now would be shining in the bright daylight that was the early morning. Today was his brothers birthday; probably the reasoning behind his return. After all, he was known to take sometimes yearly retreats to Romania with work. Never coming back unless for birthdays to simply hand over a gift if he could spare the time. But she hadn’t actually seen him since before the battle. She had heard him in her delirium. Understood that he was there with her. Whispering things to her that would calm her down and giving her that annoyingly cute nickname.



Stupidly, at the mention of it, she turned around to see him still going after her. His long sturdy legs carrying him faster than she. Catching her not long after as her momentary lapse in judgement had slowed her down. Not moment later they had turned a sharp corner and her upper arm was held firmly in a strong grip. Not hurting her, but keeping her well under his hold. “You didn’t think you could outrun me did you little dragon?” He said, almost in a laugh. But she could tell by his expression that he was most definitely not laughing. He looked her over, a contemplative look on his wonderfully beautiful face. Keeping her at arms length so he could get a good look at her. “You look like shit.” He commented roughly, not insulting her in any way. Simply stating that her current state was far from what he had seen last. “Why’d you run?”



“You stopped me.”



“Don’t play dumb Hermione.” He growled, giving her a look that could only be a reflection of the dragon s he tamed in Romania. “Lupin said you ain’t been seen f’r months! That they can’t trace yer magic. So what the hell have ye b’n doin’?”



“Just get away from me Charlie.” She said pathetically, pulling at her arm and only getting a tighter grip on it. Causing her to gasp in a short bout of pain. Nothing terrible, she had felt real pain. Still he held firm. His body locked in place as he held the struggling girl. “Charlie let me go!” She said louder, a spark of the fiery witch hinting in a flash of gold in her eyes. It only made the second eldest Weasley smirk. At Twenty six he was older and stronger than her physically. Working with the most dangerous creatures in the wizarding world. There was no way she would get out of his grip without his letting her go. “I’ll scream.”



“I seem to remember that was part of a promise I made you almost a year ago. What was it exactly?” He said with a slow forming grin on his smug face. Watching her close up and her face turn a Weasley shade of red that made him laugh. He leaned closer to her, his mouth just a hair away from her ear as he whispered in a low growl. “I promised to make you scream. Whine, moan and cry out my name as I pounded into you. Ain’t that right Hermione? That was what I promised you if we came out this war alive. That I’d take you away from the celebration and make love to you so that no matter where you go, who you’re with … you always think of me between those pretty legs of yours. Making you cum. You still want that don’t you?” There was no question about it. Charlie had indeed said those words to her while he worked some kinks out of her shoulders before the battle. Before she had taken off with his brother and Harry. Before Harry spoke the taboo … “Cause right now witch I want you so bad. Do you know how fucking sexy you look with red hair? That flash in your eye when you’re pissed off? How much I just wanna sit between your legs and taste your sweet cunt, how I wanna fuck you so many ways that you’d be wet just think of the naughty things I did…”



With her still held in his grip, the Weasley smirked at the look on the witched face, watching her eyes glaze over in lust. Without asking her permission or telling her what he was doing the two were gone in a small pop! Leaving an empty road and the strong musky scent of arousal in the air.