Title: Empty
Summary: He took her very soul from her. She remains empty, awaiting his return.
A/N: So I was bored and started writing. This is what I had in mind. Wrote the whole thing in 20 minutes. Let me know what you all think! R&R please!
-McDiggin'It
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Empty. It has become a feeling to her. No pleasure, no pain, nothing. Just emptiness. She doesn't know the exact moment she began falling for Barty Crouch Jr, but she knows now that there was no getting up from that fall. She had fallen hard, and there was no one to help her up. He's clinging to her, never letting her go. The only problem is, she doesn't want him to.
She feels empty without him. It's been 2 years today. Two long, torturous years without him, and she thinks she's completely lost her mind by now. Harry and Ron have been trying their best to help her cope with her loss, but nothing ever lasts. She had tried dating, Ginny even setting her up with some really high maintenance wizards from the Ministry, but it usually ended badly after Hermione would flat out tell them that she's in love with someone already.
Her friends had suggested she set up an appointment at St. Mungo's, but Hermione already knows that St. Mungo's can't help her. They can't very well produce a Barty Crouch Jr from their wands and potions can they?
She spends her days in a sort of trance. Waiting, staring at the door of her apartment. She knows he won't pop out of thin air and walk through her door, but she can't help it. It's become a daily routine. After work, she'd sit in the den with a cup of tea in between pale, shaky hands, a constant frown on her lips, and eyes firmly attached to the front door.
Two years and no news from him. Two years since he backed her up against the bookshelf in her apartment and kissed her till her legs gave out. Two years since he had claimed her heart, soul, and body against that very bookshelf. Two years since he disappeared off the face of the earth with no evidence that he had even been with her the night before. If it weren't for the teeth marks on her shoulder, she would've convinced herself that she had dreamed up the whole thing. Plus she had bruises on her back from where he had roughly pushed her against the bookshelf and ravished her as if he were a starved animal. She loved that he had that kind of hunger for her. She craved it. Craved to be the only one he'd do all those unspeakable things to. Craved to be the only one he would look at as if she were the first girl he's ever seen in his life.
He took everything with him when he disappeared. Including Hermione's heart and soul. All that is left is an empty vessel, waiting for its owner to return and fill it. Until the day he returns, Hermione Granger will remain empty.
Never complete, never happy. Just... Empty.
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Author's Note: So this is my weak attempt at angst. I know it sucks. I've kind of lost my inspiration and it's like I have to learn how to write again. Anyway, I'm not sure if I should continue this fic and make it a mini series, or just leave it at this. Let me know what you all think! Thank you all for reading and please review!
-McDiggin'It