Disclaimer: The characters, places, magic belongs to JK Rowling. I just stringed some events together.

Note: This takes place in DH. When the three get captured by those snatchers. Except Draco's been bitten by Fenir 2 weeks back, and is locked upstairs.

Rated: M

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The smile on Bellatrix's face was wicked.

"I have an idea."

Hermione, collapsed on the floor, couldn't see past her tangle of curls. She didn't really want too. Her bones were aching, and blood was pooling in her mouth.

"Let's not put her back in the dungeons. Draco must be hungry."

"No!" Narcissa stood on her two feet. "What Fenir did was terrible! I don't need you encouraging the savage part of my son. Haven't you heard? There's potions now, that control this sort of thing. We could have Draco back."

Bellatrix scoffed, not impressed with Narcissa's optimistic view. The boy had been bitten 2 weeks ago. Draco had been very pale, but fine the first day. But he went to bed, and woke up a snarling beast. It took 7 deatheaters to barricade his door with spells and large objects.

"Just let him have the mudblood."

Bellatrix clapped her hands, and a house-elf appeared beside her.

"Take this filthy girl and feed her to my nephew," Bellatrix instructed.

The house-elf bowed and touched a single finger to Hermione's forehead. They both appeared in a dark room, and the house-elf hurridedly disapparated, leaving Hermione sprawled on the floor. What felt like hours later, but probably minutes, Hermione made duckling-like efforts to get to her feet.

"Harry," she gasped, "Ron." Even though she didn't think she was in the dungeons with them.

A low snarl vibrated through the room, and Hermione shrank back in fear. Where was the noise coming from? It sounded like it was omnipresent. Hermione staggered a few steps, and nearly fell over a bed.

A bed?

Her fingertips came across a silk duvet and pillowcase.

Her eyes widened, when she felt a narrow strip of wood, the answer to all her prayers. She looked side to side, but she couldn't see anything in the darkness. If this was a trap, at least she stood a chance.

The second she muttered "lumos," something heavy landed on her.

It felt disgusting, because she could feel it panting and drooling into her hair. And it was definitely pawing at her clothes. Her body was already battered and tender, and this deadweight was slowly crushing the life out of her. Hermione didn't have enough energy to cry.

In a last ditched attempted, she shouted "STUPEFY!"

The thing on top of her was not happy. It snarled again, and wrenched her to face it by both shoulders. The red jet had careened into open space, and not hit it's target. Hermione quickly relit her wand, another curse bursting from her lips. That ended with a shriek when she realised what - or rather who - was pinning her down.

Draco Malfoy, was staring down at her.

But there didn't seem to be any recognition behind those eyes. Because if there had been, he would be scrougifying every part of his body in an attempt to remove her germs.

Hermione looked past his face, because to be honest, it was scaring her and looked at his chest.

He wasn't wearing a robe. His skin was alabaster white, and 3 nasty scratches eclipsed his shoulder. Hermione tried looking down, but she couldn't see anything beyond the place their hips were pressed together.

This was an intimate position.

Hermione had never felt so vulnerable in her life.

You're my childhood nemesis. What the fuck are you doing?

As if sensing the wand was a threat, Draco grabbed hold of that wrist, and tightened his hold to painful levels. Hermione had no choice but to let the wand go. He lowered his head, hot puffs skimming her collarbone, before he buried his nose into the crick there.

Hermione froze.

The air around them seemed to freeze.

And then all hell broke loose.

Jaws clamped down into her neck, tightening, breaking blood vessels. Dear Merlin. He was attempting to kill her by draining her blood. But then...his pelvis was moving too. In a circular fashion. And a long, hard and straining cock was rubbing against the zip of her jeans.

Hermione's knees were clamped together.

Malfoy reached down, parted them, and then pulled them up high and out of the way. He took that opportunity to press his length straight into the centre of her crotch.

Hermione let out a cry of shock.

It was unconciously done. Even though her knickers and jeans were barriers, she could feel every ridge and tip of his bulbous head weeping a little. Hermione clasped her hands on Draco's upper arms. She willed him to look at her. To realise who she was and get this madness to stop. But his hungry eyes was focusing on the point he was still grinding into.

At some point he had let her neck go.

Now it was all about the sexual release.

The idea of Malfoy releasing his passion, on top of her crotch disgusted Hermione. She tried shutting her knees again. But Draco quickly reprimanded her, by jerking her knees back to her prior place, and giving a sharp slap to her clit sheilding away from him like a bud.

Hermione let out a noise of protest.

But instantly hot liquid pooled in her knickers. It was arousal. That little slap he had done - her body had really liked it.

The scent was what did him in.

One moment, he was staring at every square inch of skin like he wanted to eat it up, the next- he launched off her with a howl and started spasming on the floor. Shaken, Hermione grabbed the lit wand, and held it up to see. He was holding his head in agony. Frothing.

All rationality fled back to Hermione's mind.

"STUPEFY!" she cried, and this time she didn't miss.

Hermione didn't allow herself to think what had just happened in the past few minutes, and let the ramifications hit home. She slipped the wand into her belt, and tried the door. It didn't budge. Hermione threw a disbeliving look back. Had they locked him in? With a wand? What was the point of that?

Hermione tried a simple "Alohomora," and the door cracked open an inch.

It couldn't go any further, because it felt like the door had been barricaded. A blasting spell cleared that problem. She ran out to the landing, and she could hear a huge fight downstairs.

"HERMIONE!"

That was Ron.

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

And Harry!

They had managed to escape like her. Hermione jumped down the stairs, unfamliar with the floor plan, but following the commotion. It lead her straight to the scene, of a chandelier collapsing on Bellatrix.

"Where have you been?" Harry cried, spotting her.

Strangely he was holding the hands of Dobby.

"Come over here! Dobby, take Ron and Hermione first."

Dobby searched Harry's eyes. "I'll come back for you."

And Dobby did, at the cost of his own life.

AN: Next chapter. The war's over, and Harry take's Draco in to Grimmauld's Place. Guess who's not happy?

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