Hermione ran through the Forbidden Forest, her wand up. She was stumbling over roots, and twigs that littered the ground. She was breathing erratically and looking around desperately for her friends.
Where had they gone?
The last thing she remembered was a group of death eaters ambushing them when they had apparated back to the Hogwarts ground to try to round up more horcruxes.
A sudden spell whizzed past her head and she shrieked, continuing to pump her legs as fast as she could.
Panic was setting into her bloodstream, if they had lost interest in the other two boys, then their entire attentions were set upon her.
Great.
Suddenly, a binding spell hit her and she toppled forward, feeling the invisible ropes hold her still.
No.
No.
Sobbing, she tried to struggle free. She shut her eyes, feeling the dirt sting her irises.
Harry...
Ron...
Oh god.
A form fell over her, his cloak hanging over her body. Tears leaked out of her eyes, and her bottom lip trembled.
His eyes stared down at her, bright in the moonlight.
Reaching down, he grasped her upper arm and hauled her up. Pointing his wand at her belly, he whispered, "Finite Incantatum," releasing her from her bondage.
Hermione pulled against him, his arm like iron around her shoulders.
"Bastard. Take your bloody hands off me!"
The man hauled her forward, making sure to keep his wand pressed against her spinal cord.
Shifting her in front, he told her in a gruff, almost distinct voice to keep moving.
It took minutes, and constant stumbling, but they managed to make it back to where the other death eaters were gathering. Upon seeing them, Hermione stopped walking, not wanting to even be in their presence. It was bad enough that she had to be abducted by this idiot behind her.
He pushed her forward, after trying vainly to get her to keep moving.
"Damn woman, keep moving!"
He sounded familiar.
The group of dark men were glowering at her, making snide comments.
"Atleast we got this one." One of the men said, rubbing his scar beneath his robes.
Ass.
"The other two disappeared, Lokk here lost sight of them after a few minutes, must have apparated out of here."
Hermione's heart sank, apparated? They l-left her?
"Hear that bitch, your friends left you here to be taken. How does that make you feel?" Everyone snickered then, but Hermione couldn't help the betrayal that made its way through her chest.
They wouldn't do that.
"Good job Malfoy." They said to the man who had taken her.
No.
No.
Turning, she watched as the man, teenager really, took off his mask.
Rage surged through her and she let out a feral cry and launched herself at him. Her nails were curved like claws and made full contact with his cheeks, then her knee connected swiftly with his male appendage.
"You bastard! Coward! Ass!"
One of the men was restraining her, but that did nothing to quell her anger.
"Fuck you!" She spat at Malfoy, watching as he clutched himself, groaning.
Never in life had she used that word, or thought she would ever have to, but now seemed the appropriate time. He was nothing, nothing but scum.
Just like his father.
She was breathing heavily, and the death-eater that was clutching her pulled her into a slight headlock to keep her still. Her chest was rising and falling, her cheeks red, eyes alight with fury.
Draco Malfoy finally managed to pull himself off the forest floor. He grasped Hermione's chin and pulled her face close to his own. She glared at him, her eyes never leaving his silver ones.
"What you gonna do Malfoy." The word rolled off her tongue, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. She was baiting him, she didn't care if he lashed out at her, she didn't care if he hexed, or cursed her. Looking at him, her stomach rolled with horror at what he had let himself become.
Bastard!
"You can sink no lower than what you have." She whispered, the hatred evident all over her features.
He released her chin, glaring at her judgement.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, you stupid little mudblood!"
At that, he grabbed his wand and stuck it between her eyes.
"Maybe I should just obliviate you? Would you like that? All the memories of Hogwarts, your friends, your lessons, everything erased, gone, thrown into oblivion."
Hermione shook with pure rage, the thought of forgetting everything, and everyone brought tears to her eyes. Biting her lip, she tried to keep them at bay, not wanting this sadistic bastard to see her cry.
She glowered at him, but said nothing.
Giving her the famous Malfoy smirk he lowered his wand, and grabbed her bicep.
"I'll take care of this one Macnair."
The other death-eater rolled his eyes, but released her.
Draco Malfoy was marching her forward with everyone else.
Little bitch.
His groin was still throbbing, little chit.
He would never say it, but what she said to him, about being a coward really got under his skin.
Hermione was looking around desperately, trying to find some kind of way out of her current situation.
Where were they taking her? To the Dark Lord?
The thought made her shake, she didn't want to be anywhere near that animal.
They all stopped walking for a moment, raising their wands.
Malfoy dug his wand into her back, making her wince.
"What was that sound?" A random man asked, his wandlight moving in circles.
"Why the hell are we walking? Let's apparate."
"Are ye daft? We kanna apparate right now. Not with that stupid mudblood with us."
The quarreling was between multiple people now.
Draco had stepped in front of her, planting his wand on her arm.
"What's the problem?" He asked his fellow death-eaters.
"Laurant wanted to know why we're walking."
This was the perfect opportunity. They were all arguing on how to get out of the woods without being seen with her.
Hermione backed up a little bit, stopping to make sure no-one heard her, or saw her move.
She turned, and then started to run.
Shouting was heard behind her, and she knew that she had to pick up the pace.
A spell was hurtled at her again, she darted sharply to the left, a tall tree with low branches loomed around her, blocking out her form.
"Mudblood!"
Hermione kept on going, her legs starting to burn. She wished she had her wand, but it was too late for that now.
The trees that shielded her were spanning out now. There were multiple curses being hurled her way, and she was astonished that none of them hit her.
Suddenly, she was sent sprawling by a heavy body that was rolling with her down a small hill. She screamed when his bloody foot smashed her hand into the dirt.
The man grappled with her, finally grabbing her wrists and planting them against the forest floor.
Malfoy!
"Damnit Malfoy, let me go! Please! They'll kill me! Do you hate me that much?!"
Smirking, he grabbed her shirt and hoisted her off the ground.
She was struggling with him, trying to get her feet planted correctly to flip him off of her.
Draco was tired of fighting her, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her temple.
For Hermione, everything went black.
She woke up, her head reeling. Nausea rolled through her, she reached up and clutched her temple, feeling it throb.
What the hell had Malfoy done to her?
Sitting up, she looked around the rather bland room, it wasn't the dungeons, which is what she expected when she first awoke. She had expected to wake up to shackles and chains, and others being tortured across the room.
Blimey, how had she gotten here?
She stood up, walking around the room. She noticed a small window, looking outside, she saw an expanse of gardens, and vast amounts of woods. Gasping, she stepped back, she was at Malfoy Manor.
No!
Spinning around, she ran to the door on the other side of the room.
"Let me out of here you bastards!" Pounding on the wood, she screamed, loudly.
Minutes of throwing her temper tantrum, and the door flew open. She then came face to face with an irate Draco Malfoy.
Gritting her teeth, she swung her hand at him.
He caught it with little trouble, growling, he crushed her hand in his grip, making her whimper.
"You got your first one for free. Next time you strike me, you won't be so lucky Mudblood."
The threat weighed heavily in her mind, but she did not care.
"Why am I here Malfoy?"
Smirking, he waved his wand, slamming the door.
"You're the brains of the Golden Trio, without you, well, we both know the outcome. Your friends are running around right now, probably separated, seeing how neither of them are clever enough to end up at the same destination. It's laughable really."
She hated to admit it, but he was probably right.
Harry and Ron were most definitely lost, apparating in its own right was difficult, apparating when your mind is going 1000 miles a minute is sure to get you lost, or worse...
Splinched.
Sucking in air, she shakily sat upon the bed.
Taking a deep breath in to calm herself, she looked at him.
"That doesn't answer my question, you and your men, animals really, could have easily killed me in the forest. Why the hell am I here!?"
Gritting his teeth, he advanced on her, "If you'd like to die mudblood, that can most certainly be arranged, the Dark Lord is downstairs right now, and guess what, you'll be joining him shortly."
Icy fear ran through her at his words.
"Y-You're not serious."
Turning around, he crossed the room to the doorknob.
Stopping, he looked over his shoulder at her, "You'll follow me right now, and if I were you, I wouldn't run, or even try to run, the Dark Lord will not be forgiving."
Hermione was yanked into the parlor. She cried out as her knees connected with the stone floor. The fireplace was burning slightly, and she could feel the dark magic consume the room. Closing her eyes, she suddenly felt a hand clutch her forearm, yanking her upward.
Draco Malfoy was marching her forward, ignoring the desperate yanks for him to let her arm go.
"P-Please." She whimpered, hoping he might hear her.
In a chair across the parlor was Satan himself.
Malfoy flung her down in front of him, taking his stance behind her sprawled out form.
"Very good Draco. You have done what I've asked of you." The red-eyed animal mustered what looked like to be a smile.
"My pleasure my lord." Malfoy said, bowing to one knee.
Hermione wanted to vomit, he looked absolutely pathetic.
Turning her head, she shuddered at the man before her. His nostrils flared at her, and he suddenly stood, motioning for his snake to follow.
"Miss Granger, welcome to the Manor. I take it you're finding your stay...enjoyable."
She flinched at the sarcasm.
Silence.
"I'd rather skip the formalities, if you please Miss Granger."
Silence.
Suddenly, an agonizing pain shot up her body, she cried out, a fire settling into every pore of her being.
The sadistic monster was holding his wand parallel to her, watching her limbs dance every which way. She screamed, shaking violently. He then, waved it, halting the spell.
"I'm sure you're wondering why we've brought you here Miss Granger." He then started to circle her squirming form, Hermione was crying desperately on the floor, her body aching everywhere.
"Well, I'll be happy to tell you. You see, you are here because I need you in order to carry out what my next plans are. And, of course you'll have no choice in the matter. Unless you pine for death, and the death of your friends, and most importantly...-"
He waved his wand at her again, and she felt the spell wash over her once more.
"Your pathetic excuse of a family." He finished, he was pointing the tip of his wand at her now, gritting his teeth, strengthening the torture.
Hermione knew her heart would give out any second if the curse wasn't lifted.
A second later, the pain started to ebb again.
Sobbing uncontrollably, she chanced a look up in the face of Draco Malfoy, whose face was pale as snow.
Bastard!
"Now. I'll continue."
Voldemort then dropped to his knees beside her. He grabbed her chin, making her look into his red pupils.
"You'll carry out this wish. Do you understand that?"
Hermione only whimpered in response, not being capable to say any words.
He then stood up, turning his attention to Draco Malfoy.
"Draco." He said, walking over to his follower.
"This...situation will not make you happy, but fear not, you will probably enjoy it, to some extent. Do with her what you like."
Draco looked at the Dark Lord, confused.
"We are going to use this filthy little mud-blood to get that boy here. He will come for her."
Silence.
Voldemort then started to circle around him.
"You see...only a marriage will bind her here."
Hermione felt bile rise in her throat.
Marriage? She was only 18 years old!
And to Malfoy? She wanted to object, but she knew that Voldemort would hold true to his world, and kill everything she cared about.
Silence.
Draco Malfoy felt his hands tighten into fists. He didn't want to marry this filthy little mudblood...
"I understand you're disappointed Draco, you could have any pureblood female you wanted, but, I need you to see this through."
Draco gulped, he knew if he questioned him, or tried to argue, he'd suffer terribly, and so would his mother.
Gulping, he nodded his head, feeling his nails break the skin of his palm.
"Excellent! Tomorrow then. We will do the binding in this room."
Silence.
Hermione was sobbing on the floor, praying that this was some kind of nightmare she'd wake up from.
Her chest heaved, the air not rushing to her lungs in time, little pinpricks of black started to dance across her vision, and before she knew it, she was floating into oblivion again.
I hope you enjoyed it.
I'm still writing my other stories, I just enjoy starting stories when they're floating freshly in my brain. I hope I don't succumb to writers block, for the first few chapters, I know what I want to happen.
Anyway. Enough rambling.
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