Remember Me, Forever and Always

Chapter 21

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Hermione's POV:

Ron led me up to a shabby room.

It, once again, was painted a sickly green.

It had one bed with ridiculous bedposts, a nightstand, and a small bathroom.

Frankly, I was not at all anticipating my stay here.

"So. What should we do?" Ron asked, smiling at me.

It wasn't a nice smile.

I knew that Ron did not have good things planned for us.

"Sit on the bed." Ron ordered.

I sat down.

It creaked and made a sound like shifting plastic.

"Incarcerous." Ron said.

My right wrist was immediately bound to one of the ridiculous bedposts.

"So. Where shall we start?" Ron asked.

"Why you are acting like Lavender Brown and won't let me go." I said.

Ron chuckled.

"It's not that easy. I can't just let someone like you go." Ron said.

At first, I thought that it was a messed-up comment.

That was before I realized that Ron's eyes were roaming my body.

Like usual, I was uncomfortable.

I crossed my arms against my chest.

Ron smiled.

"Why exactly would you compare me to Lavender?" He asked.

"Because Lavender can't let go."

Draco's POV:

I swore under my breath.

Of course.

Ron had her.

That made Hermione in a lot more danger.

I tried to sit up, but the pain shot across my back again.

"Here. Let me help you." Harry said.

He grabbed my arms and lifted me into a sitting position.

"Thanks." I said, once I was sitting upright.

"You're welcome." Harry said.

He sat down on the couch next to me.

I looked beside me.

"Sorry." I said.

"Sorry for what?" Harry asked.

I pointed at the bloodstain next to me on the couch.

Harry waved it away.

"It's alright. But how is the blood there?" He asked.

I wondered that too.

The blood was on the cushion, not the back.

Then a pang in my arm reminded me.

"Oh." I said.

"What?" Harry asked.

I showed him my arm.

The words carved into my arm were covered by blood.

My blood.

Harry stood up.

"I'll be right back." Harry said.

He went into what I assumed was a bathroom and came out with a wet cloth.

He sat back down and began to gently wipe off the blood on my arm.

Soon, the blood was gone.

Harry looked it over.

"What does it say?" He asked.

"Traitor."

So.

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