Dawn was approaching as Hermione could see the sky getting a bit lighter from her vantage point's window. She lifted her head from the cold stone floor. Instinctively, she put her hand on her engorged stomach, feeling hard kicks from her unborn child. She thought about her current situation and felt little hope.
She was in a small stone room. It was 2 meters long by 2 meters deep and 3 meters tall. It had a thick wooden door with no latch or handle on the inside on one wall. A small slit of a window was on the opposite wall, high up at the very top of the wall. There was no bed and a bucket served as her bathroom. She was filthy, between the blood, dirt, sweat, tears, spit, semen, urine and excrement that covered her body. She thought back to the last time she was able to bathe herself. It was the night before her birthday. She lost track of the time she had been in this room. Based on the size of her belly and the movements of her unborn baby, she estimated at least seven months maybe eight months pregnant.
She could hear movement outside her room. She stood up and moved as fast as possible to the far wall. The door opened. Draco Malfoy and his father, Lucius Malfoy walked into the small room. In order to get food and water, she had to obey these two men and anyone else that they brought in.
"Please, sir. May I please get something to eat and drink? May I please be allowed to clean up?" She paused. "I will do what you want. I will do whatever you want." She looked from one man to the other, trying to figure out which one may give in. "I will be more desirable if I'm clean for you."
Lucius frowned. "You are not desirable either way, Mudblood. Draco, you can have her tonight. Her sight and smell offends me." He then turned and left the room. Draco took a step forward.
"Mudblood, get on your knees." Hermione slowly got on her knees and hung her head, her once long bushy hair, sheared off short and uneven. He raised his wand at her and she flinched. "Scourgify." Soup bubbles filled her mouth. She coughed and gagged on it. "Finite." She dared to look up at Draco. "That's a bit better. Unfortunately, we do need to make you look presentable for tomorrow. A house-elf will clean you up properly and then you will be dressed and then you may eat and drink."
"What happens tomorrow?" Draco looked at her with a smirk.
"Wedding day. We have to make this arrangement permanent. Of course, you will marry another Death Eater who doesn't mind getting himself dirty with a Mudblood. The creature inside will have to be deposed of, of course."
As much as she didn't want to raise a child imprisoned and against her will, it was her baby. "You are going to kill my … baby?" She cried.
He slapped her. "Enough. Do you want to eat or not? If you do, you will come with me now and we will try to make you look presentable." She wiped blood from her chin. She rose and followed him. What choice did she have? She had been beaten, starved, raped, tortured and humiliated by several Death Eaters.
"Who are you forcing me to marry?" Draco smiled.
"And ruin the surprise? I will give you a hint. You know him. And you will think your time spent at Malfoy Manor to be summer camp compared to where you will be going next."