Summary: The Death Eaters won the war; all Order members are dead, captured, or in hiding. Hermione is in Azkaban, until Malfoy makes her his servant, subjecting her to a horrible nightmare. Can Hermione escape? Will the Order ever reunite and overthrow the new regime?

A/N: Some general info as to lessen confusion: this takes place in an AU as of the 7th book (& minus some redeeming qualities of Malfoy that surfaced in book 6). The idea came to me before the 7th had come out, but just got to writing it now. So I have used some general plotlines from book 7 (horcruxes destroyed; battle Hogwarts-- only Harry didn't come back out of the Forest & people had to escape on their own. And now Voldy & his DEs are still in charge). Don't want to give too much away or end up repeating myself, so hopefully any questions you have will be worked out.

Disclaimer: Characters and some background plot points are not mine, but J.K.'s—you know this.

Warning: This story contains violence, some language, character-death (mentioned), sex, and non-consensual sex. Also, Draco is not a nice person in this story. (someone has to be the villain. He makes it personal.)Therefore, there is no happy Dramione ending (but maybe for Hermione). So if you are offended by rape, Evil!Draco, etc., don't read.

*btw- the person Malfoy is looking for the beginning isn't important. They're just a plot device.

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Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy couldn't help but think this task was beneath him. He might be younger than most of his fellow Death Eaters, but he was also smarter and more competent. This job was worthy of some useless lackey, not him. But he had been given orders, and he knew better than to argue.

He was given a picture and the orders to go to Azkaban and find the person in that picture. Some Mudblood woman —Azkaban was mostly full of Mudbloods these days— and she no doubt had information that they needed. It didn't really matter to him.

He was to check every cell, and compare them to the photo. But the trouble was that in Azkaban, everyone starts to look alike. That's what the place does to you. Ratty hair, tattered clothes, grubby skin, shrunken bodies... even a person's sex is sometimes indeterminable.

He had been at this for an hour or more, and the Patronus that protected him was growing weaker out of frustration. But as he jerked back the head of one sleeping female prisoner, a spark of satisfaction caused his Patronus to strengthen a fair deal.

Granger.

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In Azkaban Hermione had discovered early on that sleep was an easy escape. Although her dreams were tormented and grim, they were better than her conscious nightmares. In dreams, the pain was subdued, and thoughts flowed freely from one affliction to the other. But when awake, her usually logical mind made crazy leaps and bounds that frightened her.

And it was during one of her bleaker dreams that a forgotten feeling of tranquility surprised her. The shock of it must have called her awake, as she was vaguely aware of her cell door opening, and someone nearing her. Rough hands tugged on the back of her head and she groggily opened her eyes to meet cold eyes and a familiar smirk.

Malfoy.

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"Fancy seeing you here, Granger. I'd forgotten that you were supposed to be in this Hell-hole."

She jerked her head away, but didn't reply. She merely glared at him through narrowed eyes, with her mouth forming silent questions.

Determined to get some response from her, he continued.

"But, I can't help but be surprised that no one Cursed you. You were one of Potter's little friends… I suppose they didn't consider you much of a threat, being a Mudblood, and all."

Although he expected her to rebuke him, he noticed that the name of her dead friend had merely caused her to swallow and try to suppress a look of fear.

"You know, you've caused me an awful lot of problems through the years, Granger. Even after Potter finally snuffed it, you and your stupid Order had to make things difficult for us, but no matter..." He paused to work up a sneer. "One of the real annoyances is that between you and Potter, I haven't been able to keep a house-elf for years. Imagine me, a powerful Death Eater, unable to secure a house-elf just because some Mudblood gets them to start thinking for themselves-"

He had finally coaxed something out of her. She actually smiled slightly, in spite of herself. "Well, trust some pureblood bastard to not understand a little thing like equality," she retorted croakily.

He relinquished the hold on her hair more forcibly, dragging her head upward with each word. "Equality?" he snarled. "You think you're going to give me some speech on equality when you're the one here rotting away? Wrong, Granger. Come to think of it, I don't think this is punishment enough for you. Sitting here like some kind of saint, taking solace in being a martyr? I think not. With any luck, you're gonna get what you really deserve and I'll see to that personally."

He threw her to the floor and left before she could say anything. The comfort of his Patronus faded as he moved farther down the corridor, along with her courage.

She couldn't help but suspect that things would only get worse.

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Also, third chapter and beyond will be longer, & ANs should no longer amount to 1/4 of the chapter.

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