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more warrior!Hermione and terrible!prose and present!tense
In legends, the lamia was female - representing practically all of the stereotypes invented for women.
In reality the lamia was neither female nor male, but gender neutral. It raped through mental means, not physical. Still stunned and dulled by the battle, Hermione thinks of these things when she should be caring for Ron. But instead of healing his open wounds or Apparating to safety or calling for help or acting logically, she stands over the serpent's body and absently wonders about consequences of her discovery.
Eventually, the poison in her veins will be bled out and her senses will return. For now she can do nothing more than stand and watch over the corpse and considers writing a dissertation on the matter.
Ages pass. The dripping of Ron's blood slows and now only the occasional splatter echoes through the empty manor. Hermione's mind registers this and slowly makes the connection that has been so hestiant to form. Like sands in a hourglass these thoughts slip through her, one by one, piling intil they spill over into her consciousness - until she can no longer remain blind.
In reality the lamia was neither female nor male, but gender neutral. It raped through mental means, not physical. Still stunned and dulled by the battle, Hermione thinks of these things when she should be caring for Ron. But instead of healing his open wounds or Apparating to safety or calling for help or acting logically, she stands over the serpent's body and absently wonders about consequences of her discovery.
Eventually, the poison in her veins will be bled out and her senses will return. For now she can do nothing more than stand and watch over the corpse and considers writing a dissertation on the matter.
Ages pass. The dripping of Ron's blood slows and now only the occasional splatter echoes through the empty manor. Hermione's mind registers this and slowly makes the connection that has been so hestiant to form. Like sands in a hourglass these thoughts slip through her, one by one, piling intil they spill over into her consciousness - until she can no longer remain blind.