Captured
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Disclaimer: I don't own… -don't rub it in my face!
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Summary:
After a fight Hermione is captured by death eaters and given to… the Malfoys!
Soon she finds out that the light side lost and Voldemort won. But still there's some hope that Harry on Ron might have survived.
She has to work at the Malfoy Manor and Lucius seems to also see her as his personal sex slave.
How will Draco react to the new situation?
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A/N: Don't worry, nearly no Harry-Ron action, mostly only Draco, Hermione (Lucius, Narcissa and maybe some OCs)
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DEAD- Chapter 1
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That's it.
I'm dead!
Hermione's vision was blurred and all she could feel was coldness. A complete and icy, bone-shattering coldness. And all that her head was filled with was darkness. Numb, mind-taking darkness which suddenly mixed with a sharp pain in her head.
I must be dead!
-Light-
But why do I see something?
-Colors-
... I can definitely see something.
She tried to get up, tried to get a feeling in her body and she did. Her body trembled and she felt a hard stone floor press onto some bruises on her elbows, belly and palms. Another blinding pain shot though her.
But it was a feeling anyways.
She crawled forwards, half-blind, as she suddenly heard noises, too. People were talking. They couldn't be too far away, but they seemed to whisper.
She tried to open her eyes a little more and couldn't help but gasp as she saw two tall men all dressed in black only a few feet away from her.
They had been turning their backs to her, but when her gasp echoed through the empty room they both whirled around, wands in hand.
"She's awake" one of them said matter-of-factly.
The other one, who was very tall, took a few steps into her direction and looked at her, a smile playing around his lips.
"The mud blood has decided to wake up, I see. Took you quite a while" he snarled and she flinched at his cruel attitude.
What did he mean with 'took me quite a while'? It feels like I have been out for only like a few hours.
She must have put on a very questioning expression on her face, because the smaller one looked at her and said:
"Brightest witch of her age, I see.. To me you only look pretty confused, but that's okay- I did never intend to think that a mud blood like you could be use for anything else than dirty work and shagging."
Hermione suddenly felt like a great amount of dust was stuck in her throat and she coughed.
Shagging?
When her coughing had ended she felt two pairs of eyes linger up and down her body and she felt fear creep upon her. One of them had just opened his mouth to say something when with a –plop- another cloaked figure arrived.
"Ebbarc!" he barked. "You were told to inform me when the prisoner wakes up!"
The smaller Death Eater started babbling about something and Hermione felt her body lose energy and she slumped against the wall beside her, but instantly jerked her head up again as the third Death Eater addressed her.
"You!" he pointed a finger at her "Get up!"
Was the damn man joking? Even if she wanted to, how the hell was she supposed to get up? She felt like they had tried to starve her to death.
As she didn't move he came over to her and she flinched as he reached down and dragged her up on her arm.
"Inform the Dark Lord that I have her and bring her to her owners!" he told the other two and with one last glance he disapparated with her.
The next moment they were standing in a great marble hall that was enlightened by chandeliers that were hanging from the ceiling.
The man let go off her and she stumbled, but finally caught herself to stand more-or-less straight.
"Lucius!"
Hermione tensed.
"Sarcol!"
Lucius Malfoy was stepping down the stairs, head held high.
"I got her, the one you requested" Sarcol pointed at her.
"I see, I see…" he came nearer until he was only five feet away from Hermione. He started walking around her, looking her up and down.
"A shame that I have to leave, but it's urgent. While I'm away she can clean and serve, but when I'm back…" he trailed of when he was right in front of her sending her an evil smile that made her shudder.
"Anyways" he turned his head back to the man called Sarcol as if nothing had happened "thank you for bringing her. And tell the Dark Lord not to worry, I really know how to handle her!" and with that he slapped her on her ass and turned on his heel.
"Sevil drol krad! And bring her upstairs"
"Sevil drol krad"
With a –plop- Lucius Malfoy apparated and left the two of them alone again.
Sarcol took her arm again dragged her up the stairs without saying a word and Hermione knew nothing that she could do. She tried to struggle once, but his grip only got tighter and she winced at the pain.
When they arrived upstairs he took her to a room, throwing her in.
He turned to go. Hermione panicked and screamed:
"Wait! Where are you going? Where am I?... What- what happened?"
He turned his head and looked at her.
"Don't ask questions!" and with that he turned, leaving her alone, locking the door from the out side.
I'm dead!
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