I don't own this, J. K. does

Chapter 1

"Come on Hermione, why won't you admit it? Vol-"

"No Harry!"

"- demort is looking for.." at that exact moment we heard a bang and we were pulled out of the tent by our hair. I felt my hair getting ripped out of my head and I whimpered of the pain. Harry and Ron looked as white as a sheet, they must have mirrored my expression. Eyes white with shock and fright, our mouths forming perfect little o's waiting for a scream that would not and could not come.

"Let go of Hermione!" Ron yelled. Didn't he understand that that was perhaps the stupidest thing he could have said. He just announced that we are the people they have been looking for for months. But right after he said it I felt the death grip on my hair loosen.

Ron on the other hand got kicked in the face. He rolled over and groaned.

"Shut up you fucking blood traitor!" the death eater who kicked him yelled. As I took a closer look at him I saw that the man had filthy, black hair reaching his shoulders. He was very big probably 7 feet. His skin is very white and he has hunting gray eyes. He had Ron in a neck hold now and was spitting in his face.

I couldn't look anymore so I sought Harry's face. His face looked scared but not for himself but for Ron and me. He must feel hopeless and very guilty. When his eyes found mine I tried to tell him this wasn't his fault (even though technically it was).

He was hold by a man who was probably 6 feet 2 with brown hair, brown eyes and brown teeth. He had a cruel smile on his face and was obviously enjoying himself. One of his hands was on Harry's neck while the other was searching for Harry's wand.

Wait my wand. Why didn't I think of that before?

I tried to grab it unnoticed. I realised I wasn't in possession of my wand anymore which means my captor must have grabbed it while I was busy looking at the situation.

Now I started to really panic. We were going to be tortured and killed and with that the rest of the world as well. My eyes started to water but I blinked the tears away because I could not and certainly would not show weakness in front of them all. I would not give them the pleasure of seeing a girl cry. I had to think rational so I could thing of a escaping plan.

We need a distraction. Maybe I could kick my captor in the groin and grab both of our wands.

Harry must have seen what I wanted to do or what I was planning because he was shaking his head 'no'. He must be thinking it to be too dangerous.

His captor had one hand on his neck still and the other was pointing a wand at his chest. Ron's situation was much the same. Only mine was different.

One of my captors hands lay on my shoulder slightly gripping it but not too much so it would hurt. His other hand hold his wand and he was stroking it softly alongside my face almost lovingly.

This is not what a enemy is supposed to do is it? Aren't they supposed to kick me and hit me and hex me into oblivion?

"The dark Lord is going to reward us greatly. We have Potter, the blood traitor and the filthy mudblood." Ron's captor said. Harry's laughed that cruel smile again. Well at least he is enjoying himself. Mine was just silent.

I was afraid of the man holding me for several reasons: 1 I can't see him, 2 I don't know how he reacts to things so he is unpredictable and I don't like that and 3 I don't know his name. I don't know the others either but at least I know what they look like.

"Lets take them to our Lord" Harry's captor suggested.

"No Hermione will go with me. Say goodbye to your friends now." My death eater whispered in my ear. I shivered as a response.

I knew his voice from somewhere but I can't quite put my finger on it. But that wasn't my first and foremost concern for he wanted to separate us. Before I could stop myself I heard myself beg: "No please let me stay with them." The other death eaters were laughing but not mine.

He bowed his head till it was level with mine before he said: "Sorry love, I can't do that. You. Are. Mine." He growled the last part. And although it scared me shitless it was also kind of sexy. Not that I would ever admit it to anyone.

He grabbed my shoulder tighter and the last thing I saw before we apparated away was Ron and Harry screaming 'Hermione NO!'.

We (my captor and I) appeared a second later in a beautiful foyer. There was marble everywhere. There was a fireplace directly in front of me whit a painting above of a stern looking man. There was a grand staircase. On the walls hang candles everywhere which created a soft orange glow. But all in all it was BIG!

"Welcome home Hermione." Mystery man whispered in my ear. I felt his hot, peppermint smelling breath wash over my face. His arm were tight round my upper body successfully trapping me against his very masculine body. We whispered my name very sensiously and I felt a very erect stick poking my back.

I was squirming, trying to get out of his grasp but he only grabbed me tighter and groaned a bit. I had trouble breathing now. He groaned because the friction from my back to his uhm.. genitals must have felt good. I immediately stiffened.

"Please let me go." I squeaked. His response was pushing me up against a wall and his (very soft) lips were on mine. Mine eyes were open so for the first time in the entire happening I saw who it was. It wasn't hard to miss: porcelain skin and white hair that almost looked like silver. It was Draco Malfoy.

I didn't get much time to dwell on that though for he was trying to get my lips to open to grand him entrance which I refused of course. He pinched my nipple thru my clothes and I yelped. He took his chance and shoved his tongue inside my mouth. I wanted to push him away but he had both of my wrist pinned above my head with one of his hands. The other was cradling my face and softly stroking it. His body was flush up against mine and I could feel all his muscles and the structure of them.

He's going to rape me, I thought.

He stopped and put his forehead against mine, breathing hard and looked in my eyes.

"Hermione.." he groaned. It was like he was asking me something and I didn't know what. He pecked my lips one more time and then stepped back. So he isn't going to rape me… now. As soon as he freed my hands and stood back I slapped him hard on the face. That must have been the wrong thing to do because his eyes turned coal black.

"What the hell am I do.." I couldn't finish my sentence because his lips were on my again. He was kissing me hard and punishing. Again he had my hands trapped and his other hand was everywhere. I tried to knee him but he had my legs trapped as well, they were held back by his. His right hand was just under my breast when he stopped. His breathing was laboured and when he looked into my eyes I saw there colour was back to there normal greyish/ bleu colour.

"Don't slap me again because I don't like that." He said with a stern voice. And apparently he was done talking because he threw me over his shoulder and began walking on the grand staircase.

"Malfoy let me go this instance. This isn't funny you prick." I yelled while kicking him and hitting his back. "Put me down."

"This is no joke." Was his only reply other then that he ignored me and my wishes. It was like he didn't even feel me kicking and hitting. Like he was made of steel and could not feel any pain.

We walked thru corridor after corridor –all just as beautiful- before we stopped in front of large black doors. He opened it and stepped inside. He turned around and locked the door with his wand.

He stood me on my feet and trapped me between the door and himself so he could kiss me again. He kissed my eyelids, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, lips and neck. To outsider we must look like lovers but on the inside I was hysterical.

"Malfoy please you're scaring me." I pleaded with a quivering voice but he did not stop. He picked me up again bridal-style and walked us to the other side of the room. He gently lay me on the bed and crawled on top of me. Trapping my arms and legs under his.

My whole body was shaking now and tears leaked from my eyes. He licked them all up and groaned again. "You taste good." He told my shaking form.

"Draco please don't do this." I just used his first name as a last resource and he seemed to like it because he purred like animals do. It came deep out of his chest. After a couple of minutes of him kissing and touching me on inappropriate places he got off the bed. My shaking worsened when I saw him pulling off his shirt. I tried to get off to and run away as far as I could but I realised my hands were bound to the headrest. I was pulling hard on them nut there was no use. They were made of robe but felt like steel.

Malfoy stood at the foot of the bed looking at me crying, screaming and going crazy. Never in my life have I been more scared.

After he pulled off his shirt I closed my eyes because I am a coward and did not want to see more. I started to think of better places and moments to ignore what was happening. I was thinking of Harry Ron and my days at Hogwarts. Those were happy days.

But then I felt the bed dip and snapped out of my trip to memory lane. A naked body pried my legs open so he could lay in between. I tried to fight him but he's so much stronger than me.

"Too many clothes." I heard him mutter. Just like that all my clothes were gone and I lay naked and vulnerable underneath him. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Maybe he thinks I am ugly and won't go through with it.

No such luck. He was kissing me again. First my lips and then my neck fallowed by the valley of my breast. He took one nipple in his mouth and played with the other. This is not good but I had to stifle a moan. He defiantly knew what he was doing but I don't want this. Oh god please let him stop.

The hand that wasn't on my breast was trailing lower over my stomach down to the inside of my legs and then one finger went in me. I screamed I had never been touched there before not even by myself.

"You are still a virgin." He moaned sounding pleased. He gave me another kiss on my forehead. His hands left my body and he settled himself just before my entrance.

I knew what would happen and my tears came faster and I was hiccupping.

"This might hurt a little." He said. And when I looked at his eyes I saw they were totally black, all the white was gone. They looked like demon eyes.

And he pushed in me hard, successfully breaking through my virgin barrier. It hurt like I was being ripped in half.

I locked my legs around his waist to keep him from moving because movement would kill me right about now.

He sighed and groaned. A rumble that cam deep from his chest. "You are so tight. I might die from pleasure." Ooh please do.

"Please it hurts." I cried. He didn't listen thought. My legs were no match for him. I wasn't able to keep him in please he was too strong.

He stared pumping hard and fast. I felt blood dribble down my thighs. He did not have mercy because he didn't stop not even thru my screams of agony.

All the while he was groaning and screaming my name.

He grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, that was going to bruise. He pumped harder and faster and the pain was building. Whoever said sex was pleasurable was mistaken.

After three more pumps his release came and he screamed: "Hermione, I love you."

He collapsed on top of me and fell asleep. His .. thing was still in me but I didn't have the power to move us so I fell asleep as well. My dreams consisted of him raping me over and over again. I kept hearing: "Hermione I love you." In my dreams.

I woke up with a scream and realised I was alone and that I was very thankful for that.