Disclaimer: All characters are created and owned by J.K. Rowling, and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Harry Potter. This is entirely a work of entertainment. No profit, whatsoever, is made from this.

The story is set in DH. The Trio has destroyed Salazar's locket and is currently in the Forest. The Malfoy Manor incident is yet to happen.

Rated M due to violence and mentions of rape.

Prologue

You're unknown, you're unfamiliar,
then why do you feel related..
When you're sleeping, in a deep sleep,
then why do you stay awake in me..

When it gets you,
my heart smiles.
What's my relation with you?
What do I search in you?

What do I want from you?

What part of me lives in you?

I don't know what part of me is in you..
But stranger, you feel like my own.

Damp. Damp and cold. She felt a hard rocky surface beside her. A wall it seemed. She couldn't see it, though. She tried opening her eyes but could not find her body capable of doing the same. All that was visible to her was darkness. Pitch darkness. She could hear voices around her. Whispers, to be precise. She tried to comprehend them but it all appeared to her as a nonsensical mess.

Where was she? What was that place? Why was she there? Her brain was clouded with a sudden rush of questions. Questions she had no answers to. She hated that. Not knowing the answer to something.

She was slowly coming back to consciousness. She could sense the feeling of control of her mind on her body. Her power was returning. So was her memories. She recalled her life. She was Hermione Granger. Last she remembered, she was in the Forest of Dean with Harry and Ron. She was angry at Ron….

…."C'mon Hermione relax, it was not such a big deal" Ron placed his hand on her shoulder, in a poor attempt to calm her.

Hermione hit his hand. Hard. Causing him to yelp in pain, "OW! Hermione, stop being so violent". He looked towards Harry who was leaning against a tree, with his arms crossed in front of his chest and pleaded, "help me here Harry. She is going to kill me". The statement earned him another hard smack by the angry witch.

"Do not include me in that mess mate. You've made your bed, now lie in it", Harry replied calmly. He had no wish to be at the wrong end of Hermione's wand. Not to mention, he was just loving seeing Ron's arse get kicked.

"Exactly. Thank You, Harry", Hermione looked at Harry then back at the infuriating redhead, "And you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, how DARE you tell Molly that you and I are getting married after the war?!," Ron gulped at her dangerously calmer voice. It was eerily similar to the calm before a storm. He looked away from her while she continued, "Now thanks to you, your whole family, no scratch that, the entire Order of Phoenix believes that I am engaged to you, when we are not even dating."

There was something in the comment that irked Ron. Maybe it was the fact that, indeed, they weren't dating. Whatever it was, it snapped something in him. He angrily glared at Hermione, "Why does it matter to you so much? Didn't you always dream of marrying me someday? The reason why you acted all bitchy in front of Lavender."

Silence. Complete silence followed the statement. Harry sensed the tension and carefully walked towards the duo. He gave Ron a have-you-totally-lost-it look, causing the latter to feel guilty about his comment. He opened the mouth to apologize but was cut off by a hard slap across his cheek.

"How dare you?", she gave him a dark look, "That's it. I do not want to talk to you anymore. Get out from my sight."

"Hermione I'm sor-", Ron tried to say sorry for his comment.

"WHAT PART OF 'GET OUT FROM MY SIGHT,' DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND", Hermione cut him off with a voice so fierce, that caused both the boys to cringe.

"Hermione please-", Harry tried.

"Don't even try it. Nothing you say is going to calm me", she cut him off. All the while, she was giving Ron a disgusted look, causing him to cower in fear.

Harry looked at his two best friends and with a sigh he said, "Stop it, you guys. Can you both just quit this petty quarrel and remember we have Volde-"

"SHIT, HARRY NO."

"-mort to worry about."

"You triggered the Taboo, Harry," Hermione yelled.

Before he could even think, Harry heard footsteps approaching them. Quickly thinking of a plan, he commanded, "Hermione you have a wand, so disapparate, I and Ron will follow you via the portkeys. Remember we meet at the Grimmauld Place."

And she vanished with a flick of her wand, a pop sound following her departure….

…Grimmauld Place. It was where she was supposed to be. But the place she was at was not the Noble house of the Black. It felt different. So where was she? She slowly opened her eyes, her body was still regaining its energy, and looked around. The place was dark and horribly kept. There was only a wooden table which could be counted as furniture. The room itself was small and dingy. It smelled of stale wood. It reminded her of the Shrieking Shack, except the latter was slightly more welcoming than wherever she was.

She realized that she was lying on the floor. Her arms and legs were tied with tight ropes. She struggled to free herself from them, but ceased her actions when she realized that all her efforts went fruitless. She sighed and shut her eyes in despair.

" Looks like the Mudblood has awakened from her beauty sleep", a voice called out or rather growled, causing Hermione to open her eyes suddenly. From her level on the floor, all she could see was three pair of shoes. Although she didn't see his face, she could recognize the animalistic voice anywhere.

Fenrir Greyback.

"Pity. All the beauty is wasted because of her filthy blood", a second voice joined in. She did not recognize the voice, but his next sentence revealed the person, "No wonder my wife Bellatrix hates her particularly."

Rudolphus Lestrange.

"I couldn't care less about the mudblood's beauty", the third was the easiest to guess. The familiar drawl was a dead giveaway.

Lucius Malfoy.

She was scared. Frightened. But the lioness in her refused to back down. She struggled to look up at the three Death Eaters and with a fearless façade she met their eyes.

"Where am I and how did you bring me here?", she asked with a voice so confident, that she even felt a bit powerful.

"Ooh! Look at that , the mudblood had found a voice and has the audacity to question us", Greyback growled, staring at Hermione, hungrily.

"Hush Greyback. She's our guest. Be Polite", Rudolphus silenced the werewolf, "My apologies, Miss Granger. Sometimes my dear friend can be a bit of an animal." Sarcasm dripped from every syllable he spoke. "And about what you asked Miss Granger, one could simply say you got caught up in an anti-apparition charm we set in the forest as soon as we set foot there. Your disapparating spell did not work, obviously, and you were thrown right back to the place from where you left. You possibly fainted due to the exertion caused by the spell and us, being the perfect gentlemen, brought you here to help you."

Hermione looked at his face in complete horror. Her disapparation failed. How could she be so stupid. Atleast she knew that Harry and Ron were safe. They had to be, for they have used portkeys. The thought of her two best friends brought tears to her eyes. Gone was the façade of the confident, fearless lioness. She was afraid. Afraid of what was going to happen to her. She braced herself for torture, for death or worse.

"Enough of this nonsense, Lestrange. Hurry up. Do whatever you want to do to her. But remember, you have to break her from the inside. Leave nothing but a cold empty shell of this mudblood. The Dark Lord wants Potter to see what we can do to his loved ones", the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy rang through her ears. The words he spoke added to the chills it gave her. While one part of her brain waited for the worst to happen, the other part was busy forming an escape plan. Hermione took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears which were threatening to fall.

Rudolphus bent down to her level and looked at the tears forming at the corner of her eyes. He snickered, "Sweet Salazar, why the tears? We won't hurt you, I swear. We just want to take your care", his sickly sweet voice made Hermione want to throw up. From her corner of the eyes, she saw Lucius disapparate from the room.

"Let me go", Hermione didn't know how that came out from her lips, but the next thing she knew, she was smacked in the face by Greyback.

"Greyback. Manners", Rudolphus began again and motioned him to leave them alone with the witch. The werewolf huffed angrily and left the room, leaving behind a tied up Hermione with a man crazy enough to marry Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Apologies Miss Granger, he is like that", he stared at Hermione's face. Needless to say, it was beautifully carved. Her lips. Her cheeks. Her eyes. But what caught his eyes was her body. There was something in her curves that made him want to have her. Her scent was intoxicating. It was not hard to guess that the mudblood had her virtues intact. He would love to steal them from her.

Hermione flinched on seeing the ravenous look in her captor's eyes. She shook her head in fear, wishing it all to be a bad dream. A nightmare.

Her hopes were crushed when a disgusting voice spoke in her ears, " Why so scared Miss Granger. You are going to have the best time of your life," he stroke her arms, making her shift back, "I am going to turn you into a woman."

Hermione looked at him with horrified eyes. Tears flowed down effortlessly from her eyes. She couldn't believe how her life had turned this way. Just hours ago, she was talking about marriage with Ron. Now who would want to be with her. Forget about the other, how would she be able to commit herself to anyone. Lucius was right, this would leave her as a broken, empty shell.

"Hush! Why are you crying?", he mocked her, while wiping away her tear, "Loosen up, I'm not going to force myself on you. Rape is best when it is consensual. Don't you agree."

She stared at him, unbelievingly. Had he gone crazy. She would never give her consent to this, "That is something you could never get from me. I would never allow you to lay even a finger on my body."

"Feisty much, I love it. But don't worry the consent problem is taken care of. I'll just be back", saying this Rudolphus stood up and left the room. Hermione found this the perfect moment to escape. She tried hard to free herself from the ropes, but even after a million tries all she got was failure.

She mentally cursed when Rudolphus walked back in the room. He had a vial filled with a blood-red colored liquid. What surprised her more was Lucius Malfoy, who entered the room a short while later.

Rudolphus looked irked on seeing the older Malfoy, "Merlin, can't you just trust me Malfoy. I would make sure she drinks this," he said, motioning to the vial.

Lucius glanced at Hermione for a single moment and then back at the Rudolphus, "No. Because, believe it or not, that small vial did cost me a fortune and I would not have a buffoon like you to waste it."

"Alright. Do as you wish", Rudolphus turned his back towards Lucius, not wanting to see the smirk forming at the latter's lips.

Rudolphus walked towards Hermione, who looked at him with fright, and somewhere with suspense. She knew it was weird and she did scold herself for that, but she couldn't resist the want to know what the vial contained. Blame her for wanting to grab every bit of knowledge she can. She just couldn't control herself from being quite intrigued.

Rudolphus bent down to her level and pulled her by her hairs, "Open your mouth, you mudblood, drink this," he tried shoving the blood-like liquid into her throat. Hermione kept her mouth shut with all her might causing some of the liquid to dribble down her blouse.

"Careful Lestrange, you have to pour it in her mouth, not on her clothes", Lucius sneered but mentally cursed the idiot for wasting the expensive liquid.

Rudolphus swore audibly and pulled back the almost half empty vial from Hermione's face. Angrily, he struck her face hard. Twice. Thrice. He went on till he saw blood in his palm. He looked at the witch's bloodied face and cursed loudly, earning a snicker from the Lucius. She was yet to budge, her face was bruised up but her eyes, they were shining brighter than ever. She looked like an injured lioness. A true Gryffindor.

Rudolphus tried once again. This time, he forcefully opened her mouth and poured the remaining liquid down her throat. He grinned at his success. Lucius looked bored. Hermione looked horrified, "What was that?" , she asked him.

Rudolphus looked at her with thirst evident in his eyes, " That, my mudblood, was the amos potion, commonly known as the aphrodisiac potion" , Hermione's eyes widened in horror, " it creates a strong feeling of lust which clouds all other rational thinking. It has such a strong effect that you would jump on my bones, begging me to take you. I would not have to force myself on you", he slowly opened Hermione's bounds.

"The potion was not easy to get, you know, real expensive, but that's where Malfoys come in handy. Right Lucius", he turned around to find that the Malfoy Monarch had already left the room, he turned back towards Hermione "whatever, so where was I, right, you should consider yourself lucky to be able to have some of that. The effects of the potion will start soon. But you know the best part about it, you would remember every single bit of it tomorrow" , he removed the bounds and freed her arms and legs.

"How would the-boy-who-lived feel when he would find out that his mudblood girlfriend gave her virginity to her rapist by her own consent. He would cripple. All because of his weak, innocent little mudblood", he tugged at her blouse and slowly pushed it up, when a pair of arms stopped him.

Rudolphus looked at Hermione who had a determined spark in her eyes, "Wrong", she stared at him with big, challenging eyes, "You're wrong. Harry Potter's Hermione is not weak. She would never be the reason why he would cripple."

That said, Hermione went full power on her captor, she pushed him hard, making his head hit the wooden floor. Making her move, Hermione wasted no time in snatching his wand away from his sleeves and binding him to the floor. The effects of the potion were beginning to show up, her head was spinning. She shook her head to keep her balance and kicked the stupefied man on his face. Once she was satisfied with her captor's bruised faced. She knew she could disapparate as she had seen Lucius doing so. She just didn't know where to go. She could try for any of the safe houses, but she feared that it could reveal its location.

She was contemplating on what to do when she heard someone apparate in the room. In a hurry, she shouted out the first thing that came to her and prayed to Merlin that it worked.

Just as she vanished into thin air, Lucius Malfoy entered the room with a ferocious look in his eyes.

When Lucius Malfoy came back to tell Rudolphus about a sudden meeting call from the Dark Lord, he was quite shocked to find a body-binded Rudolphus on the ground and an armed mudblood poised to disapparate. He came in the room just in time to hear where the mudblood was heading.

"Somewhere Safe", she had shouted before vanishing.

Despite his initial shock, Lucius allowed a smirk to settle on his face. The idiot girl was not aware that they could apparate to only one place from that room. And that place was far from safe for her.

She had reached the Malfoy Manor.

She had reached the Malfoy Manor.

How did that happen? It was definitely not a place anyone would consider safe. She looked around her. Her surrounding spoke money. Not the proof enough. The enormous Malfoy family photo hung on the central wall proved that she had reached a place, which was far from safe.

Her head was throbbing. She was feeling dizzy . Effects of the potion. She heard some footsteps and quickly ran into the nearest room. Slamming the door shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She rested her forehead on the door's wooden frame. Her eyes were feeling heavy. Her heart was hammering. Her whole body was sweating profusely. She felt like she was burning.

"Who ar-", Hermione suddenly realized there was another person in the room. She turned to face him so quickly, that he cut off his sentence in the middle.

"Granger"

She looked in the bewildered eyes of Draco Malfoy.

A strong emotion of lust clouded her mind. Her body refused to listen to her anymore. Her limbs betrayed her.

She could not control her legs as they walked up to a confused Malfoy heir.

She could not restrict her hands which wrapped around a scared ferret's neck.

She could not stop her lips which went down and met the ones belonging to her biggest school bully.

She could not prevent herself from kissing one shock-stricken Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Okay so this is my very first fic so please excuse me if there are errors. But do tell me what you felt about it. No flames, please. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.

Hopefully, you would be tuned in for the rest.