Title: Only Hope

Author: Ronandmion4ever

Rated: PG-13 for language and sexual situations and maybe violence. I'm not completely sure.

Summary: With Voldermort dead, the world was supposed to be safe. But when a new deadly enemy comes into play, evil prevails. Now the fate of the world lies in the hands of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Unfortunately one is in Azkaban and the other is in the possession of one of the most evil Deatheaters. They are the only hope for the world, but will they be enough?

Pairings: Ron/Hermione

Disclaimer: Not mine! It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Authors Note: Well first I would like to say that my plot slightly resembles the plot of Servant Girl, by HermioneWeasley88. How? Because Hermione is a slave of the Malfoys. But I swear I thought of that before she even published her story! And that's the only similarities. So I thought of this on my own, and am not copying her work.

With that being said, I would like to now dedicate this story to my wonderful beta, Penn( which is my special nickname for her, so none of you shall ever be able to have her, she is all mine!haha, I'm quite possesive right now) She is the sweetest, gentlest beta ever (not to mention my first beta) but she still helps my writing tremendously.

And don't worry, I swear this fic will be updated regularly. If not you may do something to me... I don't know. Chapter 2 is already written, and is currrently being beta'd.

Ok, without further ado...

Rarely anyone came out this far in the sea. Even the sea gulls and marine life wouldn't come out this far out. Occasionally, a twitchy Ministry worker appeared at the front gate and briefly look in, but left as soon as they could, glad to be gone. And even more rarely, a boat bearing people –too many to Apparate with which with too safely Apparate – would sail up to the Godforsaken island.

On this day, a multitude of boats approached, gently gliding over the green surface of the sea. The occupants of the boats shivered, not out of cold, but out of fear of what would happen to them inside the looming fortress they were nearing. All except one.

Solitary Ron Weasley sat tall in the prow of the first ship flanked only by Dementors. Many witches and wizards were stunned by his determination and bravery. Though not the Chosen One, he had stood in the face of danger and fought valiantly.

They had all known the final confrontation was going to be a hard fight, but they had hope that they would win. And for a time, it seemed like they would. Especially once You Know Who was killed. But then, moments he was killed, the sky turned blood red and a bloodcurdling scream filled the air. The witches and wizards turned to the source of the sound and saw a fearsome sight; creatures the epitome of evil and death itself. Triumph turned to confusion and then fright. Slowly, those who were able tried to back away. And then creatures attacked, ripping and tearing and then realization struck. They had heard stories about these creatures, spoken in hushed whispers as something so horrible even You-Know-Who was scared of them. Few actually believed they were real; instead they thought it was just a story told to scare children. But that night the scary stories came true. It had been a blind race for survival. Those that were too slow died a horrible death and those who survived were forced into the arms of their enemies. Now the Light was outnumbered. Most of their people were now dead. Those still alive sat in these small boats, leaky boats with icy water sloshing around their feet.

And once again, Ron sat in the face of danger and still he could not be fazed. For, few knew it, but he had something no one else had. He had Hermione. And even though he did not know where she was, he was determined to see her again, and no Dementor could keep him from her.

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Hermione Granger opened her eyes to a stunning darkness. She sat in her bed and pulled her duvet closer around herself. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and would be able to see her four other dorm mates. With her luck, Lavender would be awake, gossiping with Parvati, and then they both would ask her for the hundredth time, if she and Ron were really dating. But the darkness wasn't going away. She stuck her hand under her pillow and groped blindly for her wand in darkness, but came up empty handed. Feeling around, she found a small candle on a table on the side of her bed, and after much sightless searching, lit it with the match she had found in the table's drawers. She held up the candle, and observed the room, and realized to her growing horror that it wasn't her room at all.

Hermione stared around the room, quite certain she had never been here before. The walls and ceiling were black. There were pictures on the walls that Hermione couldn't make out. The floor was blood red marble. Hermione slid off the bed and shivered as her feet touched the cold barren floor. She wrapped the green silk duvet around her shoulders and tentatively crept across the room, and by the flickering light of the candle, saw a door. She opened it and walked out into a corridor.

The corridor was plain gray stone, lit by candles at random intervals. Hermione walked down the corridor quickly, thankful for the light. She stopped when she cam to another door. She heard voices on the other side, and pressed her ear against the door.

"No, I just don't see why he wanted her. I mean, there were so many more available; I'm certain he could have found someone of pure blood," a female voice said.

"I know darling, but it was his choice," replied a man in a familiar cold drawl. Hermione gasped, as she recognized the voice, and took a step back. The floor creaked beneath her. She froze and her breath, slightly scolding herself for making noise. When the talking resumed, she let out an inaudible sigh of relief and pressed her ear against the door once more. "I think our son feels quite an attachment to her."

There was a long pause in talking. Then finally, the woman answered, "You're right. It does seem he looks at her affectionately.Do you think that's why he wanted her? Because he fancied her? Do you think that is why he wanted her as a servant rather than use her for torture - so she could become his mistress?"

"I hope not. What would happen if anyone found out our own son had -?" The man stopped abruptly as though what he were about to say was unthinkable. Hermione decided to move on, and stepped back, forgetting the creaking floor.

"Did you hear something?" asked the man. Hermione tried to turn and run, but the door was opened. She saw both the man and the woman, their blonde hair shining in the glimmering light from the room behind them.

"Seems you were eavesdropping on us," the woman said.

Hermione reached inside her robe for her wand, forgetting that she hadn't been able to find it in her bed. Frantically, she felt in every pocket desperately to protect herself. The woman obviously found this amusing and she laughed, her high-pitched cackles rebounding off the walls. The man chuckled as well. "Oh look dear. She's trying to find for her wand. Poor daft thinks we'd actually let her keep it."

The man chuckled as well. "I always knew she was daft. She was on Potter's side, wasn't she?" the man asked, sneering at her.

Hermione turned away, letting the duvet and lit candle drop to the ground. She ran blindly down the corridor and straight into the arms off Draco Malfoy.

The next time she awoke, Hermione was back in her bed at Hogwarts. She smiled as she saw the other four empty four poster beds, and felt lucky to have the dorm to herself. Relieved, she made her way to the familiar window seat. Her encounter with the Malfoy's had only been a dream. She had been getting nightmares like that for the past year, since Dumbledore's death. She sat at the window seat and pulled her legs up to her chest. She looked out at the window and down onto the Hogwarts grounds. It was lovely spring day and Hermione began to daydream of the lovely time she and Ron could spend together outside.

Only …she couldn't. Something told her she was forgetting something important. Suddenly the previous night's events played in her head like a movie. The death of Voldermort, her fight with Bellatrix, but most importantly the last time she had seen Ron. As if in slow motion she pictured herself running to him, shouting out a warning as a curse headed directly at him, but she was too late. The curse hit Ron from behind. Slowly, he crumpled forward, and hit the ground with a hollow thump. Hermione flung herself at the ground next to him and cradled his head in her lap, unable to tell which curse had been used. She hoped to God that the curse had just stunned him. And then, everything went dark.

Frightened anew, Hermione reached for her wand and then noticed she didn't have it with her. She sped across the room, leapt onto her red and gold clad bed, and pulled the pillow back. Her wand was not there. Confused, Hermione shook the pillow again. She always kept her wand nearby, especially now at the height of the war. She placed her hand into the pocket of her robe, thinking she might have missed it the first time she looked.

"Looking for this?" Draco Malfoy asked, twirling her wand around in his pale fingers. Hermione was at a loss for words. Draco, in her dorm? How could he- how did he? How-

"I bet you liked what I did with the room. Before, I think you found it quite a bit too Slytherin." He pulled out his own wand and with a flick of his wrist, turned the room back into the dreadful room with the black walls and red floor.

"Give me wand!" she yelled, advancing on him. She never even got close to him. Snakelike cords flew from Draco's wand and wrapped tightly around her legs, waist, and arms.

"Now listen Mudblood. You should feel extremely lucky. Have you any idea how few or your people are alive? Just you and the hundred or so we shipped to Azkaban this morning. I had you defenseless at my hands and I could have done whatever I wished with you. Did I throw to the Dementors? No. Did I torture you until you were insane or kill you? No! Did I let them take you, as they did with so many others? No! And why not Mudblood? Because, I have something special I want from you." He unbound her then, and Hermione fell forward as the restraints dropped away.

"Starting tomorrow, you will be our slave. Anything my mother, father, or I want you must do. Every order we give you must follow or else. And before you ask, or else what, let me just assure you that you don't want to know." he snarled smugly. He walked out of the room and slammed the door, leaving Hermione alone in darkness.

A/N: Read and Review Please! Oh yes, though it's a day late, Merry Christmas!