DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter so do not sue. The only thing I own is the plot

SUMMERY: taken captive by Death Eaters Hermione is now surviving by a thread. But after only a few hours who other than Draco Malfoy "buys" her as his new slave. Could there be more behind this than Hermione suspects or is Draco exactly like the rest of Voldermort's army?

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In this dark room I can hear the constant whimpers and cries of other girls locked in this cell with me. There were horrific tales of what occurs upstairs beyond these jail bars, but no female has ever returned once they stepped past the iron. I've been here for three days and we have had little to eat and even less water. By now my clothes are pasted to my skin by my own perspiration and surely there is a thick layer of filth not only on the fabric of my clothes but on me as well. My hair is in unruly knots and matted with long dried and chipping blood from the first day I was captured.

Unlike the rest of the girls here I am a prisoner of war, locked away after being captured on the battle field, which was the last place I saw Harry and Ron. And I found myself incapable of worrying for them as I heard the giant wooden door to this prison open from the top of the stairs. The rest of these girls were shivering and huddled together, already known to each other from their small towns that were raided a few days before my capture. The heavy footsteps seemed to cease right in front of me, however, I was more than terrified to look up at our visitor. My often rebellious attitude had drained from my body the longer I stayed in this cell, but I was more than sure I wasn't willing to discover if any of the rumors were true about the events that occur just above us.

It didn't seem like I had much of a choice though, because our visitor had opened the door and had called out, for me specifically, to step forward. I looked down and away, trying to see if I can pretend I was someone else, anyone else. But that didn't work because- with an angry gruff- he stepped forward and grabbed a fist full of the roots of my hair and yanked me to my feet. He dragged me just like that out of the cell and I bit my lip so there would be no satisfaction of my pain within this cruel creature. I was dragged up the stairs tripping at times but the man kept pulling so I had to be quick with my footing so there would not be any more pain.

The room I was brought to seemed like a giant dining room and it was filled with boisterous Death Eaters having a grand time with their merry making. I noted that there was no shed blood to be seen and all the blood drained from my own face, because the blood that would be shed for their entertainment would more than likely be mine. The muscled man that had dragged me from my jail shoved me roughly to the point that I slammed against the edge of the table, with only my weak attempt at catching myself with my hands to prevent further injuries. The room became hush around me and I could feel the eyes bearing into me. There was nothing I could possibly do other than keep my head down. There were some who snickered and I can hear the jeering between a few while I stayed there trying to bring myself into another place in my own mind in a futile attempt. Then I heard someone stride toward me, and I tried with all my might not to flinch with it resounding step.

Once more I was yanked by the roots of my hair and I bit my lip as I was forced to look at the crowd I had in front of me. Though I took relief at the fact that Voldermort was not within this swarm, the fact that there were only Death Eaters in the room didn't calm my nerves. The cackles had now risen to cheers as the man behind me raised his glass. "Today we will once more entertain with another arrival of proper initiation of a young Death Eater." Everyone in the crowd raised their cups and the sinister cheer rose. The man turned me away, my back facing the crowd and looked at a blond haired grey eyed boy that I had seen many times before.

It was only now that I could not stop the salt water from rising in my eyes; Draco Malfoy was now here in front of me with his wand drawn but facing down. I thought I saw some hint of something in his eyes when he first looked at my face and recognized me, but it was gone too soon for me to even decide if I had imagined it. His face was cold and impassive as he stared at me. Seven years of going to school with Malfoy and this was the first time I had ever thought of him as a serious threat to anyone. Those grey eyes bore into me with harsh intensity and I suddenly felt more vulnerable and weak than I would ever admit to. The man behind me let go of my hair and stomped away to his seat at the table as Malfoy took a step closer, and I took a step back. This created an uproar of laughter in the room and as I looked behind me I could see all the evil faces.

Malfoy, however, was slowly making his advances, and I knew better than to try and flee- after all that's what landed me in this position in the first place. He stepped closer and behind me as I heard the screams of demands of what the blonde staring at me should do to me.

"Break her bones!"

"Curse her!"

"Torture her!"

"Brand her!"

"Rape her!"

These people were as evil as the things they suggested if not more. But what about the man in front of me with those grey dagger eyes piercing into my skin. When he finally stood a breath away I was as speechless as I was petrified. Malfoy pushed my shoulders down onto the rotten wood of the table and gripped my wrist, peeling it from its defensive position near my ribs, outstretched to the vertical edge of the platform. He leaned down and licked my ear, I winced. The others were cackling amongst themselves and while they were distracted Malfoy whispered in my ear, so low I had to strain myself to hear him.

"Scream… you have to entertain them. It's the only way."

And with a knife he began carving into my skin. But I refused to scream as he told me to; I would not give them the satisfaction. As the title mudblood became more apparent on my skin, just like the blood pouring out past my paling body, the tears in my eyes spilled over.

"Maker her scream or I will!" someone yelled into the noise. I could feel Malfoy stiffen at this and he rested his head onto my shoulders with a futile sigh. And just as a man was about to tug the jeans I wore off my body, the blonde shoved him away and backhandedly slapped him brutally away.

"You will not touch my prey!" Malfoy yelled at the fallen man, his face was red with rage and fists shaking with the need to control it.

"Then you do it!" the man pushed and Malfoy's shoulders slumped ever so slightly. He turned, watching me bleed, cry, and quiver as I was outstretched for all to see upon the table. He once more rested his head against my shoulders and as he peeled the filthy jeans off my legs and whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry…"

Despite how brutally it was to rape her, and the cries of the crowd, Malfoy did not open his eyes once more. While everything occurred I could hear someone brutally screaming in pain, resounding louder than the uproar of cheers, and it was not until my throat was hoarse that I realized the one screaming was me.