I do not take credit for any of the Harry Potter books. All rights go to the original author; I am merely a fan fiction writer that writes stories for her own entertainment.

Warning: This fanfic will have rape, abuse, verbal bashing, and much more. Anyone under the age of 18, or you are just not mature, please do not read. This will not be any normal love story. This story WILL fall into complete and utter chaos.

A sharp pain, that was all she felt when she started to feel herself come back to life. Making a soft groan of protest. Her hand slowly felt at her head to find any gashes or wounds that needed any immediate healing. Nothing. "Well that's a bloody relief. Now were am I is my last question."

Hermione opened her eyes to find out were she was. But all that could be seen was darkness. It seemed as if there was no light, not even the moon. The only explanation she had was she had to be underground. That was the only logical thing to think, but on the other hand… she herself goes to a school of wizards. In her world, there was no logic.

Sitting up, in a desperate act to find her bearings she felt nausea take over her body. The stench of blood and decay filled her almost knocking her back onto her back. But instead of listening to what her body so desperately wanted, she shook her head and let herself get use to the vulgar smell.

After resting she found her way to her feet. It took her a while to stand, trying as hard she could not to fall, she balanced herself on her right leg, the only one that was not hurting at the moment, then took a step forward. After finding this task not as hard as getting up she began to walk blindly forward.

It was obvious she was weak; in that assumption she knew for a fact wherever she was, they were not feeding her in any kind of way. Putting a hand on her rips she let her hands go over her flat belly, "Well, I can't feel my ribs, so I'm not in any danger of dying, yet."

Pacing herself she leaned against what she guesses was a wall f some sort, and took in a deep breath, a gag came in after the smell came in again and she had to cough. Leaning her head against the wall, she ran her fingers through tangled mess and did her best to recall the night she had become captured.

She had no real recollection of what had happened. All she knew was that the last memory she had was right after she had left Ron with Harry at a restaurant back in the muggle world. Other then that she remembers running from something, no someone, it was defiantly a male as well. Shaking her head to clear it, she moved forward again.

She still had to fight herself from collapsing at random places. It was as if her whole body was programmed differently. "I don't understand, why am I here?" At an instant she thought she heard a soft whimper.

Searching for a place were the whimper could have come from she decided it was best not to move so far around the room. In this darkness there was no telling what was in this room with her. One wrong step and she could die.

It took her a second to hear the whimper again. Listening closely she decided it was from someone in the far right corner of the area they were trapped in. Her curiosity begged her to move to the body, but her logic told her other wise.

After searching herself she knew that her wand had been taken, most likely broken in half somewhere. It was a lost cause to go and search the body. If her wand was gone then the other person's was gone to.

She felt a sensation go over her body. It was warm and fuzzy. Her mind searched for an explanation, she found none. A sudden sense of tiredness took over her body. The sensation trickled through her body telling her that she needed rest.

"Fine, I'll sleep." Finding her way back, to what she assumed was her earlier place on the floor, she laid down and did her best not to think of the stench and the horror that seemed so close, if she did then she knew her calm posture would leave her. It took her a whole of 5 minutes to find herself falling into a deep sleep.

"How long as she been asleep?" Darco looked at the bloody mangled girl. He wanted to throw up at the sight of his enemy lying there is such a state.

Her hair was tangled and splattered with blood stains, her school skirt was ripped and barely even there, her lip was busted, and there were rough bruising everywhere as if someone had beat her.

"We put a sleeping charm on her two nights ago, she has not woken up since." Draco looked behind him at one of the Death eaters and nodded.

"That must be why she is so pale." Looking from the man in front of him he switched his thoughts over to the Weasley girl in the corner. She was sitting up and rocking back in forth. Her state was in worse condition then Hermione.

Standing up he went over to her and grabbed her hair roughly. Hearing a cry of pain from her he brought her close to him and gagged at the stench he guessed was from her own feces. Taking a quick breath he leaned in and breathed into her ear. "I'm going to get you and Granger out of here. But you have to keep being scared."

Weasley growled lightly and looked at the Death Eater that stood closer to the chamber door. "Why is it I don't believe you ferret?"

He tightened his grip on her hair so she would cry again. "Because, I'm the only one that is willing to help. No one else is going to save you Weasley. Now stop talking and just do as I tell you."

Taking a big gulp she nodded. Smirking he got up and turned to face the man behind him. "I will take them both. I'm sure the dark lord wouldn't mind if I took them both for my collection."

The man raised his eyebrow and nodded. "I'll tell Voldemort you plan on taking them both." Looking over at Ginny he smiled. "I was hoping I could take her as my own pet, but now that I know you want her I would be more then glad to try her out for you."

Draco took three swift steps towards Wormtale and growled. "She and Granger are mine now. And I don't share my property."

Wormtale slinked back and bowed his head. "Yes Mr. Malfoy. But don't forget, there not yours until the master decides it so."

Draco nodded and pushed Wormtale out. "Then take me to him so I can consult our Lord. The sooner I get them, the sooner I can take them home."

He followed Wormtale out of the room and locked it behind him. He looked at the door and whispered. "I'll get you two out of here. If you want me to or not, I'm your last choice." Turning he walked away, hoping that the Dark Lord would just agree.

Well tell me what you think since this is just a rough draft. It should get better as I continue the story.