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Warning:AU, DH spoilers, Non-con, Character death, Pregnant, Abortion Implication.

Background:

In the final battle of Hogwarts, the Light side won the war, but Voldemort and Harry Potter both died. Two years later, a 22-year-old Hermione Granger, after losing almost all her friends (the members of the Order of the Phoenix), her family, and her love Ron, was kidnapped to Malfoy Manor and hurt in the worst way by Lucius Malfoy. (see story "Taken" by FictionalBadGuysLover)

Lucius Malfoy, a Death Eater, was declared innocent according to a new law which defined the Dark Mark was the vital witness to judge one's Death Eater identity. So he still had his property and reputation. He thought his wife Narcissa and son Draco were killed by Ron and Hermione respectively, and was determined to enact his revenge on Hermione.

The war caused Hermione to suffer terrible harm both physically and mentally after she had been struggling to live strongly. Hermione was in anguish, but Ginny (the only other surviving Order member) had been in a coma for a long time, from which she just now awoke, and Hermione wouldn't allow anything to hurt Ginny.

Dolores Umbridge, the current Minister of Magic, hated Hermione to the core and would try her best to throw Hermione into the Hell, if she got the chance. However since she had no concrete evidence of evildoings by Umbridge, Hermione decided to bury her history with the Minister.

In a visit to Hogwarts, Hermione encountered her former headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who revealed an important secret to her. What was it?

How much more revenge did Lucius want to inflict on Hermione? Why was he hurting her again and again, but on the other hand rescued her when she tried to commit suicide?

And when he found out that Hermione most likely did not commit the murders of his wife and son, what would he do?

One day, Snape, the supposed traitor in the Order of the Phoenix, was found dead. Why was his cause of death so mysterious? Why was his corpse found in his family house after he supposedly had escaped abroad? And was there any connection between his death and the deaths of Narcissa and Draco Malfoy?

What about Hermione and Lucius? When Lucius found his hatred of Hermione changing into infatuation, and Hermione found her fear of Lucius changing into attachment, what would they do?

And who would be the ultimate revealer of the secret of secrets?

Chapter One Orchid and Blood Ⅰ

Lucius went back to his bedroom. He roughly threw the blood-tainted sheet onto the floor, then picked up Narcissa's night slip and held it. Then he noticed the ruby stain: it was that girl's blood. Quickly he threw away the night slip in disgust.

He didn't know why he gave this slip to that mudblood. After all, it was Narcissa's. But in his manor all feminine clothes belonged to Narcissa. He could easily recall her glamour in those sumptious apparels. She had been a master of beauty and elegance, and her clothes were carefully chosen to accentuate her graceful, willowy body. Her clothes delicately underlined her features and brought out all her beautiful, luxurious and elegant quality. The night slip he just tossed out was the sole garment she wore on their wedding night. It was her most pristine, and he remembered the innocence and fear when she was clad with it on their first night together. Her fear of the forthcoming act of consummating their marriage.

Fear and innocence. So delicious.

Just what he needed.

Earlier in the morning in this room he had watched that mudblood wearing his wife's night slip. She looked so petite, delicate and innocent in it. As if the thick darkness could swallow her in a split second.

But she was no innocent. A girl of just 22-years of age, she and her friends had killed people. She herself had killed his only son Draco. Her hands were tainted with his son's blood. Her boyfriend Ron Weasley had killed his wife. Ron, however, was no longer alive, but since Hermione had been the brains behind most of the Golden Trio's operations, Lucius felt she had to take responsibility for his wife's death as well.

The sadness, the disgrace and the excitement he felt for the upcoming revenge kept him waiting in the darkness. When he watched the girl waking up this morning, he received his final prize of seeing Hermione breaking into one thousand pieces, tainted with humiliation. Like his wife's night slip which Hermione had worn was now tainted with the girl's virgin blood, a silent reminder of what he had taken from her last night.

After so many long nights of anguish since his family had died in the war, the satisfaction of feeling his revenge was finally within his grasp made him very relaxed and finally tired. He wanted just to complete his one wish of avenging his wife and son. So he fell onto his bed and drifted off to quiet sleep. He didn't even threw out the pillow, which held Hermione's orchid fragrance still lingering.

As soon as Hermione stepped out of the fireplace, her sore body slumped onto the floor. She struggled to sit up with her elbows, but gave out a small gasp: the wound in her core and those bruises hurt terribly. The wound broke again and she felt blood seeping out.

The blood drew her to reality: I have just lost my virginity to that monster Lucius Malfoy…

Why not to Ron!

"Oh, Ron" she began to sob. Her body shivered involuntarily with the memory.

"We should not do this"

"But why?"

"Harry will know. He will miss Ginny."

"I don't care! And why are you saying this?"

Ron stuttered: "Hermione, you are the best and most wonderful girl I have ever met in my life."

"I hear you. But that doesn't explain to me why you think we shouldn't do this!"

"Hermione, I…I love you."

"I know you do. And I love you, too. And that makes it right for us. We love each other and I want to make love to you!"

"But it's not right. This place is not right. This time is not right. You are the most precious person in my life. I don't just want our first time to be in a tent, rushed by the always present danger of yet another attack. You deserve much more!"

"No Ron!" Hermione cried in exasperation. "There will never be enough time as long as this bloody war is going on, and we have no idea how long it will last. I can't stand it RON! What if we end up with lost opportunities? I won't have it. This is the perfect time, and this tent here is the perfect place!"

"Hermione, my love." Ron reached out for her soft hands and held them tightly in his much larger ones. Then he looked into her chocolate brown eyes, which had always held so much wonder and excitement as long as he had known her. But now her eyes contained so much grief and despair, tears glistening in the dark orbs.

"Hermione, do you remember how we played chess in our first year when we protected the Philosopher's Stone?"

She could perceive what he would say. Silently she listened to him.

"I was a knight. The white Queen ate me, and you and Harry passed the game."

Hermione said nothing. An ominous feeling ran through to her.

"Harry… Harry is the Chosen One. He can't die, ever. He is the last one to live. And Hermione, you are always far cleverer than me, and the others. I'm afraid," Ron stopped to take in a long, deep breath, "I am afraid I will die."

"NO RON!" Hermione immediately reached to cover Ron's mouth with her hand, but Ron's stronger hand grasped hers.

"Hermione, listen to me!"She could tell that Ron's voice was quivering. "I don't fear death, but I fear, I fear if you die…

"Oh, Ron." She softly kissed Ron's palm. "So I want this."

"No Hermione,I can't!" Ron grasped her hands hard."I…I don't know how to say this Hermione! If you die I'll be heartbroken! But I'm never sensitive, Hermione you know that. I can barely live without…you" Ron's fingers entwined with hers. "But Hermione, you are more sensitive than me…always thinking…I'm afraid you can't stand it. And what if you become pregnant and I die？I can't let you carry this burden alone all by yourself. Hermione, if I die, I'll hope you forget me as soon as possible."

"Oh, Ron, how can I…" holding his hand on her heart, Hermione let her tears flow freely. Now she knew how much Ron loved her, which made her feel bittersweet.

Ron fumbled to weep away her tears: "Oh, Hermione, don't cry… If Merlin wants us to be together, nothing can stop us…"

"Yes, you are right, nothing can." She tried to stop her sobbing, her chest rose and fell because of it.

"Hermione…" Ron said hesitantly. One moment later, he pressed her hand on his heart. She could clearly feel the young man's heartbeat:

"Hermione, I vow that, once the bloody war is over, I, Ronald Billius Weasley," his voice was so serious, she never heard him speak like that before, "will marry Hermione Jean Granger as long as we are both alive!" Ron softly touched her palm with his thumb, his voice becoming softer: "And we immediately go to Australia to pick your parents up, Hermione, anywhere I will be with you."

Hermione looked into Ron's bright blue eyes, where she saw so much sincere，solemnity and love, which made her felt so warm and restful.

"Yes, Ron, I will." she said quietly. "And Ron, hold my hand please." His big hands covered her smaller one and squeezed it. They lay together in darkness.

"Oh, Ron. If only we hadn't missed that night. If only we had known what was about to come…"

This was the first time since the war ended that Hermione was not that upset that Ron was dead, because the news of what Lucius Malfoy had done to her last night would have broken him. No, she thought, if Ron was alive she would never leave his side, not giving anyone chances to catch her alone.

Two years ago, when the Avada from Voldemort shot first Ron, second Harry, she believed she was the third one to fall under the green light. She had never foreseen that fate would spare her life for nearly two years, and then throw her into such a hell.

She decided then and there to live strongly for Ron, to honor him, and to honor the life that was taken from him. But now, deep down inside her she felt that somehow she had disappointed Ron. She had allowed Lucius Malfoy, Lord Voldemort's right hand man, and their sworn enemy to break her, instead of fighting and protecting herself.

Oh, had her friends Ron, Harry, Neville, and Luna, or some of the other members of the Order of the Phoenix like Dumbledore, Mcgonagall, Lupin, Tonks, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Bill, or even her dear parents still been alive, she would have stayed with them. Then last night would never have found her wandering outside, and she would have never encountered Lucius Malfoy. And everything would be fine.

But as so many things in life, that dearest wish of hers was just a dream.

Now her home was so deadly quiet. It did not matter to cry out loudly. But she didn't cry. Nor did she have tears.

A quiet, sharp pain ate her heart slowly. She knew she was no longer the Hermione she used to be.

Clenching her teeth in pain, she struggled to stand up and limped into her bedroom. She opened a drawer, took out some salve and began to cure herself. Covering her finger with salve, she entered the finger into her channel. The finger brushed against the wound and brought back the sharp pain where Malfoy's large manhood had torn her too tight passage. Hermione hissed through her teeth, trying her best to not let tears fall down.

Then she changed into the longest, thickest pajamas to counteract the coolness from the cold spring morning which seeped inside the room, and slipped under her thick cotton covers. The heavy cotton pressed against her body, letting her feel restful and so warm. This felt so different from those cold silk coverlets in Malfoy's bed. She curled into a fetal position, letting the bedcovers hold herself as if she was in the womb.

She didn't close her eyes. Just lying there, eyes open, feeling the light from the windows becoming lighter and lighter. The sun rose in the East. Noon came and went. The afternoon light gradually dimmed. Then another night began to fall.

Author's note: thank you for reading my fanfiction! I'm so sorry for my bad English!

I have read many wonderful fanfictions about LM/HG pairing. When reading them I find a tendency: when Malfoys are delicious and charming, the Weasleys are always plain, poor, even mean, especially Molly, Ron and Ginny. The contrast between Malfoys and Weasleys are sharper than that between Harry, Dumbledore and Voldemort. I come up with a funny idea: Lucius can always take Hermione away from Ron and (by the way) conquer all women in and out of the computer screen. (I am one of those women.)What if he can't? What if Hermione still love Ron deeply after Lucius has given her his heart?

That is my original intention. But while writing the story, I find it isn't as easy as I thought. There are always someone who can easily make others fall for him, such as Lucius in most LM/HG fanfictions. So handsome, intelligent, rich, romantic, dark and much more. But he is a bad guy and always. I intend to describe him like this: wick but touching. My plot must be convincing. that isn't an easy job and I need more help. I hope you tell me what you think when reading it. Please! Please! Please!

While writing it I can't help to describe other interesting characters in Harry Potter: Dumbledore, Voldemort, Snape, the Black sisters, and so on. I do my best to keep my characters in character and dig up their personality according to the canon. I may write more stories based on this fanfiction to describe them.

All the above is just my own opinion and I don't want to offend anyone!

And thank you again!