Dramione
Warnings: language, rape (noncon), violence
A/N: This is my first time ever writing fanfiction! All critisim welcome. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
"Tsk-tsk Granger." The cold voice drawled. "I would have expected better from the 'cleverest witch of our age'. "
"Go- to –h-hell, Malfoy." Hermione choked out.
He sighed. "Been there done that sweetheart. Working with the Dark Lord, you do things, see things, you could not even imagine. He is beautiful and evil, the epitome of everything is wrong in life."
"You two should get married." She snarled.
"Really? I thought you were supposed to save yourself for marriage, but how can I resist, with you stretched out like this for me?"
. . . . . . . . . .
It had been a normal day on the run, setting up camp, gathering the most edible plants, and sitting in brooding silences. She never imagined in her wildest dreams that this could happen.
"Hermione, we need to talk." She glanced up from the book she was reading curled up in one of the armchairs in the magic tent to see Harry and Ron standing over her with grim expressions.
"Yeah, of course." Hermione said, motioning to the chairs around her. They stayed standing. She noticed Ron glancing uneasily and Harry and Harry returning it with a stern gaze.
"Look Hermione, we really don't feel like you are doing anything to help us…" Ron began before trailing off looking awkwardly over her head. Hermione whipped her head between the boys trying to make sense of what they said.
"Not… doing… anything?" She whispered disbelievingly.
"Er, well-" Ron started before being cut off by Harry.
"We want you to leave." Harry said sharply. "All you've been doing lately is reading and sitting while Ron and I have been working our arses off to find these horcruxes! Sure you are able to charm some of the food into more palatable dinners but I'm sure I could do as good as you. In other words, you are of no further use to us."
"Charm some of the food? All I do is read and sit around? I sure hope this is a joke because I've been ready to help whenever but you refuse! I'm sure somewhere in your misogynistic mind you must realize you sound bat shit crazy. Who sets all the protective spells? Me. Who covers your arses when you and Ron go running around doing reckless acts for the sake of justice? Me. So please, do tell me what you plan to 'do with me' now you have 'no further use' me?"
"We were kinda hoping you would leave without us having to hex you." Ron said sheepishly.
"You want me to leave quietly? Fine. I will. Only because if I don't then you two idiots might get caught then the world will surely come to a bloody end. Harry, I expect you to finish off Voldemort because if you don't, no one will. Bye boys. It was nice knowing you."
At that Hermione turned on her heel and marched over to her bunk and with a wave of her wand gathered her stuff. She pivoted around with tears in her eyes and said, "I hope you're happy. I will never see you again, farewell. Don't let me down."
Hermione marched out of the tent for the last time, and without looking back strode to the edge of the protective enchantments and apparated away.
. . . . . . . . . .
It was her luck to apparate straight into a gang of Snatchers. Then she had to watch, frozen, as they leered at her.
"Damn, girl you fine."
"I might have to get me some before handing her over to the ministry."
"Hey no fair! I called dibs on the next pretty girl we caught."
"Yeah but this one has good boobs, so I get her."
This insured into a small scuffle, until one boy stood up and shouted, "Stop! We can all take a turn with her, one at a time…or not."
They all seemed to agree with this and turned to her, their eyes greedily roaming all over her.
"Wait a second, I think I recognize this bitch from school." A boy commented. "She was the whore who hung around Potter and his redheaded idiot friend."
"I think you're right. We caught Granger. Mudblood and rebel. We're rich boys! Let's get her to the ministry quick, I can almost taste all the gold we'll get."
Seeing as she was petrified she had no option and they managed to get to the ministry without any trouble at all. The ragtag team of boys lifted the curse on her and dragged her kicking and screaming into the ministry. They yanked her to the middle and forced her on her knees before the Minister of Magic.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Pius Thicknesse said almost lazily, barely glancing up from his paperwork.
The boys, breathless from tugging the fighting witch, said, "We've got Potter's slut!"
"You got… Miss Granger?" Thicknesse said unbelievingly, not sparing them a single look.
"Yes sir!"
At this he glanced up, before taking a double take and striding out from behind his desk. "You actually did… well we shall alert the Dark Lord. I'm sure he'll have some… questions… for you."
"Pius you got a- holy shit. Hermione Granger. You've seen better days. Where's your boys? They get tired of you?"
The lanky form of none other than Draco Malfoy towered over her.
"Malfoy." Disgust covered her words and she spat by his feet.
"Oh Granger. You really shouldn't have done that." Malfoy smirked down at her. "Pius? I'll take the bitch. I'm sure the Dark Lord won't care."
"As you wish."