mind stumble out of the Imperio curse after a week

Hermione with her lingerie full of cash from fucking random men walks back to Dudley's flat. As she walked, the lights of the city seemed to blur and stretch, the cacophony of traffic and distant sirens fading into a dull hum. A strange pressure had been building behind her eyes for hours, a migraine that felt less like pain and more like... a presence. A weight.

She fumbled with the key to Dudley's home, her fingers, stained with who-knows-what, suddenly feeling clumsy and foreign. The door swung open and she stumbled inside, collapsing onto the plush sofa, the wads of cash in her lingerie making a crinkling sound against the leather. Then, the world shattered.

It wasn't a sound or a flash, but a silent, implosive crack in her mind. The presence, the weight, the fog that had coated her thoughts for the last week, it was gone. Ripped away like a bandage from a raw, bleeding wound.

And with its absence came the memories. Not the ones of Henderson or the fat man in the alley, but the ones from before. From The Burrow. From Hogwarts.

The smell of her mother's baking. The feel of her father's hand on her shoulder. The dusty scent of the library. The warmth of Ron's hand in hers. The proud, loving look in Harry's eyes after they'd won a battle. The joy, the fear, the friendship, the love.

Then she remembered Dudley. What he and Harry had done. The curse. The Imperio.

A strangled gasp tore from her throat. She looked down at her body, at the skimpy, stained lingerie, at the cash tucked into it. She felt the phantom aches, the sticky residue of strangers between her thighs, the rawness in her throat.

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