A/N: If you are offended by rape do not read. I will try to update as soon as I can. Enjoy, this is my first story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, quite obviously. :o

Captivity

As I awoke, I immediately felt something cupping my left breast, and something stroking my crotch. Shocked and confused, I knew I could not allow myself to panic; I thought it better to remain calm since I didn't have a clue what was happening. Whatever was holding my breast in place was now gently rubbing it, making me realize what it was to my horror: a rough hand. I barely opened my eyes to see who was doing this to me, and I saw none other than Victor Crabbe to my right and Gregory Goyle sitting next to them.. And I was laying on top of them, both of their laps supporting my back.

Stupid as they were, they continued to look forward, not even noticing my awakening. For the first time I looked around, moving my eyes slowly and not moving my head at all in fear they would notice. It appeared I was in the back seats of a normal Muggle car, and looking upward and to the left I could see platinum-blonde hair at the top of the driver's seat. What the hell was going on?

It was time to find out.

I attempted to move my hands to remove Crabbe and Goyle's repulsive hands off of me, but found they were bound together under my back under some type of invisible rope. Perplexed, I tried the same with my legs. I couldn't move them. I squirmed, and a sound of distress left my throat.

"Crabbe", said a familiar voice coming from the front of the car, "did the Mudblood finally wake?"

"Erm.." Crabbe looked down at my face, I expect I was wearing a very confused expression. I continued to struggle and Crabbe's hand seemed to tighten around my breast. "Yeah, she's awake".

"What the bloody hell-" I was cut off.

"I didn't fucking say you could speak, Mudblood", came Malfoy's harsh voice. "Now, if you want to know what's going on, as I'm sure a know-it-all would want, not knowing anything at all right now..." He snickered. "Well, you're in for some bitter disappointment." I could almost hear the the smile forming across his cruel face.

What was going on? I had to remember. What was the last thing that happened?

Nothing. No memory emerged.

I continued to move, desperate to get Malfoy's sidekicks' hands off of me. Malfoy sighed.

"You idiot. If you continue to squirm back there, you do realize the outcome won't be very good for you? Even if you could break the bonds, which you sure as hell couldn't, you're wandless, Mudblood, defenseless. Vulnerable." He said the last word slowly, as in to take it in himself. I didn't like the way he said it, realizing what his thoughts could be... No. That couldn't be it. That couldn't be the reason he kidnapped me.

I stopped trying to escape after about half a minute, it did seem pointless.. But what else could I do? Continue to lay there, helpless?

Crabbe's took his hand off of my breast and let it travel down my shirt. His big hand, now barely covering the cup of my breast, was now squeezing my left breast very hard, causing me to flinch. Crabbe's hand now reached under my bra and he began squeezing and groping my breast. He moved his hand continuously around it, not missing any place as he applied more and more pressure to his palm. He pinched my nipple with his index finger and thumb, causing me to wince. He squeezed at different speeds and lengthening each pinch, looking at my reaction as he smiled, closing his eyes and then looking forward again.

He didn't have a right to touch me like this. I was utterly repulsed, and I struggled yet again to get away from him.

As if to reinforce my darkest fear, I felt something harden on my back near my binded hands.