It was your typical scene of Hermione's afternoon. She was in her favorite place in the world- the library. All that knowledge, captured in the pages and pages of the books around her. She wanted to soak it all up, every inch of it. She sat there, and she tried. Like every other evening, she tried- to retain every word; to remember every fact; to lock it all away within the depths of her mind- no one could, but she tried.
Yes, it was like every other evening. She knew soon Harry and Ron would be peering over her shoulder at the paper she was writing, asking her to do their homework for them, or to copy off of her. What she didn't know was that the real Madam Prince was currently locked in a broom cupboard and wandless, and that it was none other that Lucius Malfoy peering at her from over the top of his glasses. And she suspected nothing as he got up and walked over to her chair in the restricted section.
She merely continued to read her book, trying not to look guilty as he pierced her with his icy stare, identical to Madam Prince's. That's weird, thought Hermione for a moment, not looking away from her paper. I could have sworn Madam Prince was just checking me out... Hm. Too bad she didn't look up and see that was only too true; as Lucius stood there shamelessly looking her up and down out of the corner of his eye. He walked casually behind her chair until he was out of her sight, and cast a silencing charm on her -she didn't even realize- after all, she wasn't exactly babbling away.
Next thing Hermione knew, she was in a full-body-bind hex, being carried to one of the tiny fireplaces located at the back of the library like a piece of furniture. She tried to yell; "Madam Prince! What are you doing? Madam Prince! HELP!" It was then she realized that, one, she coudn't even make a small noise thanks to that silencing charm, and, second, she couldn't open her mouth anyways. "Feeling scared, are we?" Lucius said, making no effort to sound like the librarian he had beaten and locked away.
Hermione's jaw would have dropped from shock if she had have been able to move it. Damn it! She thought. She hated being helpless. Especially at the hands of scum like Lucius Malfoy. No, she wasn't scared, Just furious! How could she not have noticed? Oh, she was such an idiot! She was so obcessed with schoolwork she hadn't even noticed her own librarian acting strangely? The sad thing was, she was in her seventh year- a first year probably could've worked it out to get out of the library as fast as they could go. Maybe if she hadn't been driven to complete the rest of her homework within the next hour, she might have noticed something.
She figured the death stare upon entry was their greeting, these days- it didn't really bother her anymore. She hadn't even noticed the emptiness in the room when she walked in. Boy, it ticked her off whenever she was ignorant. She felt a sharp pain on her head suddenly, and saw that Lucius wasn't exactly watching her head for her as he passed one of the last bookshelves, and one of them had got her hard in the forehead. How are you going to get out of this, Hermione? She thought. You won't... said a tiny, annoying voice in the back of her bushy-haired head. Oh, shut up, she thought.
There must be something I could do... thought Hermione. And yet she came up with nothing. Her thoughts became rather foggy after a while- Darn bookshelf. She stopped thinking shortly after that, and just kind of... let herself go, in a way. A burst of green exploded in her vision- floo powder. The fire was so pretty... She was completely unconcious of the movement Lucius was making, now; it felt rather as though she were floating softly in a dream world, and not being carried away to an unknown place by a man she dispised. And those were the last thoughts she had as her right temple crashed against the side of the library fireplace.