murder/bondage
“You’re lying, filthy mudblood, and I know it. Tell the truth - what else did you take?!”
Suddenly Bellatrix’ voice was cut short. A strangled noise escaped her throat before she collapsed on top of Hermione, still bound on the floor of the Malfoy manor.
“My heart, but that was a while ago now.”
Hermione sobbed out a sigh of relief as Pansy’s dark locks appeared from behind Bellatrix’ mess of hair and Pansy rolled her body unceremoniously aside with a heeled foot.
“I knew you’d come for me,” she looked into Pansy’s deep green eyes with love and relief.
“I’ll always come for you,” Pansy said, somewhat roguishly, and Hermione laughed despite herself; despite everything that had happened to her in the past hour, the past day, the past year.
“Harry and Ron are safe?”
“And Luna, and Mr. Ollivander, who were also in the dungeon. Draco’s gone with them all to Shell Cottage. We’ve got to go, too - Lord Noseless is on his way back, and I don’t think he’ll be very happy to see us.”
Pansy swept Hermione into her arms, and Apparated them both into a little garden overlooking a rocky beach.
Hermione breathed in the salty air and sighed in relief before remembering that she was still tied up. “Pans, could you help me with these cords, please?”
“Hmm? Oh, yea of course - although in a different context . . . we do have some time right now, and there’s no one around . . .”
“Pansy.” Hermione’s tone brokered no argument. And yet -
“Fine, fine - but I’m keeping this in mind for later.”