Hermione woke up to complete darkness, her breath coming out in hard pants. It must have been a dream. She threw the blankets away and felt the dry breeze creep up her body. Where was the onesie she put on earlier? The pounding in her head reminded her that she was neglecting something serious.

Assessing the room she noticed a light coming through a corner window; the light red, the window small. She went toward it using the small source of light to check over her body. In horror, she discovered that she was clad only in a red lace bra and lace boy shorts, clipped to stockings. Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire in thigh highs and lace. Of course, Ginny had forced me into buying a few things here and there but never anything as scandalous as this.

Where am I? She wondered aloud. Suddenly, the pounding in her head played Theo's voice in her mind, "I'm sorry, Mione." She screamed. Flashes of images sprang to mind, Theo offering her a drink, the squeeze of apparition, Theo dressing her, telling her that He is going to be so pleased with him. More importantly, Theo had seen hernaked. She screamed again, a raw, shallow sound that would have reached Fawkes himself in the mountains.

She jumped away from the red patch of light, the headache and the realization that she was in deep shit springing her long lost war instincts into action. Feeling along the wall, pain shot through her little toe as she bumped into a chair. Cautiously Hermione threw her hands along in front of her attempting to move around the obstacle without further injury.

Eventually she came upon a flimsy looking door, jiggling the knob, fruitlessly.

"Theo, please! This isn't funny. Are you mad at me? I'm sorry. Please! I'll do anything you want. Please let me out. I'm afraid. I'm sorry. I was scared it was my first time." She screamed anything she could think of to get him to open the door.

Her fist collided with the door one last time as she gave up. She had trusted Theo and he had betrayed her. He had tried to talk her into sleeping with him more than once, offering her a drink to loosen her up. Not wanting to lose one of the few friends she had left, she often pretended to pass out afterwards and he would leave her alone.

Hermione slid down the door crying hysterically. She had been so nice. She had tried to be nice to everyone, how had she gotten into this situation? Now here she was, in a red lit room, no wand, no real clothes.

Think Hermione, think. We can get out of this. We know the room has at least one window and one door. We have no wand, no clothes, but less to get caught on trying to escape. We're leaving. Now. Even after war ended, she had kept myself in excellent shape, dancing, kickboxing, pilates, yoga and lifting weights to keep herself up. She stood up resolutely and balanced her weight on one leg, kicking where she thought the lock would be the door flew open with little resistance.

Hermione had expected much more of a struggle with the door but she knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Without hesitation she ran out looking for light. She turned out to the right running towards the light when the sound of men's voices caught her attention, she stopped abruptly looking around the hallway.

It is so dark, perhaps they won't see me. I could backtrack but I think this is the way out. I backed as far as I could against the wall.

"Nope, I'm first" deep baritone reverberate against the walls.

"She's a virgin and I outrank you. Me first."

"I'll duel you for her." They continued to pass her down the hall.

They must have been talking about me. My virginity which I had saved for the right man was going to be stolen from me. I'd made it through Hogwarts, University, a bloody war and these men were so sure they had rights to what was mine. Hermione was pissed and she pushed her senses to heighten even further than before.

As the footprints and voices faded, she took a step out from the shadows looking both ways before running as fast as she could. A small light was coming from what appeared to be a doorway. She was almost there. Her heart started beating even harder in her chest, the echo hammering in her ears. She could almost taste victory in her mouth as she pushedher body faster, further.

With just a few steps to go, four hands grabbed her covering her mouth and her eyes, pinning her hands down by her sides. Lips pressed against her ears, "that isn't a way out. If you go through that door you'll be raped until you die. They do it on purpose. If you want to survive, do what they say, keep your head down, mouth closed and legs open… and do those kegels often." The harsh whisper was gone as well as the hands, she turned around just in time to see a flash of brilliant platinum hair before it disappeared. Hermione fought the shiver that went through her as she recounted the voice's words of warning. She could go through the door, and she could die now or she could stay here and die later. Hermione squared her shoulders and took a confident step towards the door but stopped short. She really just needed to stay here and think her way out of this. There's a way to escape. Plus, it would only take a few days, or weeks in their current state before Harry realized she was missing then all of Wizarding Britain would be looking for its golden girl.

She turned and began to walk back the way she came, slowly counting her steps. She opened the door to the dark, empty room tears welling up in her eyes. As she reached for the bed covers, her eyes detected a small disturbance in the sheets.

"I was wondering when you would come back, or if you would at all. I was hoping I wouldn't have to go back down and pull rank on whoever caught you. Come here."

"Um, no." I heard him sigh loudly.

"Listen, if I have to get up nice me is gone."

She debated with herself for a moment, he was high enough up that he had the ability to pull rank, maybe she could convince him to keep her alive long enough to escape. She sighed in defeat as she walked over to the side of the bed. The closer she got, the more drawn in she became. It was almost as though she had been caught in the gravitational force of some unknown star.

"Sit," he said, she did as she was bid. The bed shifted as he crawled next to her. As he spoke Hermione felt his breath on her neck.

"If you're a good girl, I'll be good to you." The voice sounds familiar and she struggle trying to place it.

"If you were good, I wouldn't be here." She snapped back.

His ministrations on her neck paused momentarily, "I didn't bring you here."

"right, you're just going to rape me." She spat, trying to rile him up.

"You'll enjoy it, ma farouche."

"I'm not your fiery one."

"You speak French." It's a statement and not a question.

"A bit. Are we in France?" She just had to keep him talking.

"Stop talking." With this, his hands slid up her shoulders, there his hands slide the bra straps down.

"How did I get into these clothes?"

"I thought I told you to stop talking."

"I'm nervous, I need to talk."

He sighs, "the girls dress the new girls." He slides his hands down her shoulder to her arms and up her back to unclip her bra. Before it could fall, Hermione brought her hands up to cover herself, catching it. Her breath hitched and tears begin to fall silently.

"Hey," he said, "it could be worse some of the guys in here just want to hurt Gryffindor's golden girl. Let me help you."

"Please just let me go." She pleaded quiettly.

"I can't do that, He would kill me. I'm sorry but I promise I'll make it good for you. Just please don't cry." That phrase resounded in her soul and just like that she made the connection…she knew who this was.

"Draco?"

"shhh" comes his response as he moves around to wipe her tears. Slowly he moves his hands up gripping her chin and moving his face to hers, pressing their lips together. This isn't their first kiss. Eighth year and their time together at University had led to a few kisses. After Ron had broken up with her, breaking her heart. After the Weasleys had decided it was best if they not see her for a while, after Ginny and Harry got busy with their new family. After she'd been alone. Their courtship had ended with Draco being captured by a Death eater cell two years ago.

In a last ditch effort to buy herself more time she blurted, "aren't I more valuable here as a virgin? I've seen shows where virgins are kidnapped and taken overseas to be sold." He gripped her tighter the softness leaving his eyes.

"He hates virgins. They really are a pain to break in. You need to be broken in. Until that time comes, you are mine. By the end of that, your tight little cunt will curve to my cock."

Hermione felt a pulse travel through her body straight to a foreign place in her gut. He picked her up and shoved her back on the bed roughly.

"I'm going to teach you everything you need to know." He said biting her neck. She cried out, "I thought you said you'd make it feel good. You're hurting me."

He pulled back and stared at her, onyx eyes turning back to slate grey as he sighed. He kissed her softly again, trailing kisses to the valley between her breasts. "For some reason, I may need you to remind me. Usually, I'm pretty good at this."

"Usually, you mean you've done this to other girls? How many were there?" She asked a slight twinge pulling at her insides. She was jealous, she'd always been jealous of the other lives he had lived while hers remained the same thing over and over. No matter what she did she was always Gryffindor's golden girl.

"Don't ask questions to which you do not want an honest answer, Hermione." He said trailing his kisses down her body.