The screams above her made her cringe. The screams of rape, pain, and selling of woman made her naseous, but she had to listen. She had to know what was going on, so when it was her turn, well...Atleast she'd know it.

"Listen Lavender," Her voice was low, "You gotta hold on, alright? Harry and Ron are coming. I swear they are. They were at the office only a couple hours ago when I left." The space behind her was dark, but still, she could sense Lavender's shadow.

"Are you...Are you s-sure about that, Hermione?"

"Yes," She lied. She could see Lavender's nod, and it made her feel even worse. She didn't leave two hours ago, they've been here for two days. Lavender was going in and out of sleep because of the coming-full moon so rapidly that lying to Lavender seemed like her best chance to calm her down. Typically, werewolves changed during the Full Moon, but stress can cause it to awaken earlier. She, out of everything, didn't need to be locked up with a werewolf.

"Thank you, Hermione." Hermione's fingers clenched at the metal bars.

"For what?" She croaked.

"Taking care of me, after everything." Oh, how ignorance was bliss. Hermione hasn't been taking care of her at all, but merely feeding her the same lie over and over again. Soon though, it would be their turn. Their turn to stand in front of tens of death eaters that got away, and be sold as a s-x slave. She didn't know why in the world that the ex-death eaters were doing this. Their Lord has been gone for two years, and yet they still have found a way to not go to jail. What did they want now? Most of these wizards being sold were also being named as mudbloods, but Lavender wasn't a mudblood. For gods sakes, they should atleast let her go. She shook her head at herself. She was just going on a mission because she heard something weird going on in this warehouse, there was absolutely no reason for her to bring Lavender along. She wished it was just her here, instead of both of them. Or better yet, she wished that Ron and Harry would finally realize that she isn't in Bulgaria like she told them that she was going to straight after this mission, but yet somewhere much, much worse.

But mid-way through of the rant she had been giving herself continuously since she got here, she heard a clinking of boots coming toward her. Louder, and louder it went, and as she heard it felt like it was a painful curse hitting her. She closed her eyes, murmuring a prayer beneath her lips. She was a logical girl, not the type to truely believe in any figure that she couldn't prove, but if there was one this would be the time to believe it.

"ZABINI!" The name itself made her jump away from the rusty bars, closer into the darkness with Lavender. Did she hear that in her head? Deprived of water, food, and warmth she couldn't tell. After a long silence, she inched near the bars again cautiously.

"What?" A voice replied. So it was true - Zabini was here. She never talked to him, but she was never a fan of him. She couldn't believe it though - She didn't even know he was a death eater. He had always been categorized in that bunch because he was a Slytherin, but she didn't like discriminating.

"This...This is costly, you've got to see that," The voice was so rusty and cracked that there was no way she could be able to hear who it was, "Go home, Blaise." These words gave Blaise a laugh. His laughter rang through the dying cells, making her shiver.

"Nobody knows about this place, mate. Whose going to knock it down? I don't see anybody doing it."

"Sooner or later, they will," The cracked-boy argued.

"No," Zabini's voice turned chilled, "The Ministry doesn't care about these filthy mudbloods unless they're dead. Do you see them dead?" She coulds nearly feel the tension.

"Fine," He scuffed, "Sell them. See if it doesn't haunt you." The boy swirved on his heel. His soft, yet firm, feet faded and it wasn't until he was gone that Zabini walked all the way over to them. Hermione ran to the back and shivered next to Lavender. Maybe if they just pretended that nobody was there by sitting in the dark...But then the lock opened and Zabini stepped in.

"Lavender?" His voice rang in some sort've amused scuff, "Lavender Brown?" He saw him reach out. Her hand clamped with Lavenders.

"LAVENDER!" He striked toward them. He was about to grab her, until Hermione realized that she couldn't let him take her. She didn't know how she would deal with it - She couldn't do it. Suddenly she stood up.

"What?" She said it as raspy as she could, just like how Lavender sounded. Without even an answer, Zabini buckled a handcuff around her.

"It's your turn."