You took my wings away
Dreams are just your lust constrained.
Hermione woke up the next day, with the shame she had expected. She just couldn’t figure out why she had done what she did. It felt so… out of her. It was out of place for her, almost like she had been possessed by something, or someone. For a second she wondered feebly if she had been imperiused, but couldn’t think of any time when she would have been cursed, and she couldn’t imagine that someone would go through the trouble to cast such a curse on her, and then only make her masturbate in public. It was a bad thing to make a person do, but Hermione knew that it was almost friendly compared to the things controlled people usually had to do. It was just weird.
Hermione lay in bed and thought about this for a long time, since it was Sunday and there would be no classes today anyway. She heard the other girls in her room go up and preparing themselves, under lot of giggles and remarks about each other, but Hermione couldn’t be bothered by that. They were too silly for her. They just couldn’t understand…
Around lunch she got up, her muscles and thoughts alike screaming at her to go back down, but the better off her had decided that this was enough. She had to get a grip of herself. So, she got up, took a shower and got dressed. When she got to the mirror she stopped, startled. What she saw looking back just… Wasn’t her, it couldn’t be. It was a shell of a monster, only slightly resembling Hermione. She was hollow – It was the only way to describe it. All in all she was still Hermione, she still had her nose, her mouth, her teeth’s and her hair looked the same as it had always done. It was just… Her eyes. They were different. They missed something, something that had been a big part of her until now and she couldn’t see exactly what it was.
She didn’t remember.
She stared at her mirrorself, dumbfounded for a while, before the questions all came at once. How did this happen? When? Why? Who would do something like this? Who COULD do something like this? Was it noticeable? Would people see? Would her friends see it? What would they think, about this, about her? What did it mean? Would people see it?
Would Luna see?
Wait…
Why Luna?
Visualised.
I am Slaughter.
I am Lust.
Going round – and a round – and a round – and a round – and a round.
Like a map, overthoughts.
Creating paths to go.
Over cloud.
Under sea.
I am slaughter.
I am lust.
Walking only one step before the other.