I wake up in darkness, the room is cold. I couldn't remember anything after lunch. I struggle to think of anything wrong at my job at the Ministry. I remember going into work, working as usual, going out to lunch by myself feeling I had betrayed Harry and Ron again, and driving back is the only thing I remember before my mind descends into darkness. The tears well up but I fight them back, I do not cry, Hermione Jean Granger does not cry ever. The time seemed to halt, I felt time crawl along.
"Hello Mudblood" a voice drawls out in the darkness, no pop of apparition, no creak of a door opening, had they been there the entire time? Who was he -it could only be Malfoy.
"What do you want Malfoy?" I manage to spit out, the darkness was suffocating, was the room big or small the confusion was painful.
"Granger, you made a deal with the Dark Lord. Muggleborns wouldn't be killed, and with them complying to a set of laws they could continue their life semi-normally, in exchange for your abandonment of Harry Potter and Weasley along with their plans to defeat the Dark Lord." He says answering my question.
"Yes of course. It's not everyday you sell out your closest friends" I snap my throat feels raw as I remember every moment of making that deal.
"We'll turns out you lied, the plans you gave were lies Potter and Weasley struck the Ministry today, a move not included in any plan you gave the Dark Lord. Your entire deal is invalid." He replies, his sickening voice smooth as butter.
"What?! We spent forever planning out our attacks. I gave you everything! I betrayed the two people I love most in this world! You can't do this!" I find the strength to scream at him.
"Well Weasel and Potter must have made plans since you left Granger. Anyway the deal you made 5 months ago is off, but since the Dark Lord is so merciful Muggleborns will not be killed but sold into a Muggleborn slave trade. And I bought you, the whole law was set into action about the time you the Ministry for lunch." Malfoy's tone sounded like he was smirking, I couldn't see him but his voice sounded like when we were in school and he would smirk, why could I remember that but not remember Harry's voice? I muster the strength to stand up and am pulled down suddenly, I bring my eyes to my wrist and in the darkness I see the glint of a chain around my wrist.
"You can't do this Malfoy. Where am I? Where are you?" I spit at what I hope is his direction.
"I can do whatever I want to sweetie, I own you. And I could ignore your question but since I am so kind, I will graciously answer you. You are in Malfoy Manor or the dungeon at least." He pauses and suddenly cold hands grab my cheeks and bring my face up to what I can only assume is his face, "And I am right here love." He growls into my face. He drops my face back to the ground. The lights slowly flicker back on and the room is much larger than I thought.
"Well Mudblood dearest, I will leave you to your thoughts and the realization that your betrayal of your friends was all for naught." He laughs, leaving the cold bright room, his footsteps resounding through the room as my my mind slid into blackness. And for once I can say Hermione Jean Granger cried.