A/N:

So I was starting to write Broken Wings chapter six when this popped into my head and would not leave so I decided to write it first. I know ANOTHER unfinished story to add to the books :). I could not help it. Enjoy this story is a little different then the others I have written so far. Oh and its M.

Aslin

Ps. I want to thank Marbleandtoast for being my beta. She tries to make sure that I get my stories done:/ but I have been working 50 hours a week. I hope that broken wings will be done this weekend :) Enjoy!

Entrapped

Chapter one

Minerva looked around at the place, that she had been imprisoned in for the past 24 hours. The cell was dark with the only light coming from the torch on the wall outside of the cell door. There was rain water dripping down the walls into puddles on the cobblestone floor.

Minerva bit her lip, as she watched the Death Eaters enter the cell, and circled around her former student, Hermione Granger. They all watched as Bellatrix took her time with torturing and beating of the muggleborn witch.

As she looked down at her terrified student, she had realized that they had seen better days. They all had. Her usually pale skin was marred by the bruises, and the word mudblood had been carved into her arm. Her usual busy locks were even more tangled, and bits of debris were strewn about in them.

Her usual bright brown eyes alight with happiness and a thirst for knowledge were dull save for the tears that gathered in them. She had long since stopped fighting back, and had simply given up. It was understandable, since they had been caught by Death Eaters. They had been through so much in the past few hours; let alone the last year, and it was only going to get worse.

The sick bastards.

Bellatrix thrust a potion bottle roughly to Minerva's lips. "Swallow it, Professor. It will make things all better," she said with hatred in her voice as she add more pressure with the vial, "and it would be oh so more interesting, too."

Minerva tried to keep the liquid from going into her mouth for fear of what they might be trying to give her. She knew it could be anything. Minerva kept her eyes on Hermione, knowing that it was better to keep her focus on something else, then to keep it on what Bellatrix is trying to push into her system. Bellatrix pushed it even harder still, then stopped when saw that the older witch's gaze was still on Hermione.

"Death Eaters, look! The poor professor has a crush on the mudblood!" Bellatrix cackled with glee. When her laughing started, so did the others. "Drink it or I'll kill the girl now."

When tear-filled brown eyes met the sad but fearful green eyes, a tear slid down Hermione's face. She knew that Minerva was going to drink the potion to keep her alive, even if it is just for a little while longer.

"Fine," Minerva's broken voice came out in a whisper. She let her jaw slack so that the vial could be pushed passed her lips, and her mouth filled with a bitter, thick liquid. She forced herself to swallow it. Then her clothes were vanquished from her body. Minerva pretended not to care who was looking at her. Her main concern was the young lady, whose eyes have not left her own.

"Get on with it!"

She grunted as she was shoved towards the catatonic nineteen year old, and merely gritted her teeth. Already Hermione had been stripped bare and fondled, yet they left the actual rape to her, Minerva. With shaky hands, she knelt before the young witch, and let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry," With that said, she reached out and touched a perky breast and kissed her.

She hoped she could make this as pleasurable for her as she could in this sticky situation. She was already ready to go having been given a stimulate, yet deep down she knew, as a woman, nothing would make this better. Rape was rape, no matter how you looked at it.

She broke the kiss and buried her head in the crook of Hermione's neck whispering apologies as she massaged her breasts. In the background, she could hear their laughter and jeers. Merlin help them if she ever got her wand back…

With shaky hands, she let one hand move south and rested it on her navel, not yet ready to touch her most intimate parts. Hermione blinked as she turned her head just a little bit, her lips by forced lover's ear. "It's okay, Professor."

The words were light and sounded defeated, yet they made her understand. She knew she had to do this. If they didn't, they would both be killed. She also knew how much it was affecting the young witch, and she wanted to make it better…even though it was her, who would be suffering the most.

The young girl was truly a marvel.

"Get on with it or we'll do it!"

Minerva winced as a sharp kick was delivered to her leg, but she did as ordered.

From the corner of her eyes, Minerva could see Bellatrix's wand in her hand was pointed lazily at them. Minerva shifted her body so that she could block Hermione as much as she could from the deranged lunatic that she once taught as a student.

As she was moving, a warming sensation started to spread across her body. It started in her stomach and worked its way throughout the body, the warmest place being her womanhood. She felt a stinging sensation.

The sound of cackling brought her from her thoughts. She looked at the woman, who she held responsible for this atrocity, Bellatrix. "The potion that I gave you is not just any potion. It's one where women can have a child together. The Dark Lord wants it. Even with tainted blood, it is because how smart the mudblood is, and you, Professor, have the bloodlines that come with power and knowledge. Together, you would make an heir for our Lord," Bellatrix said with a gleam in her eyes.

Minerva looks at Bellatrix, for what seem like hours, when in reality it was barely seconds. She then slowly turned her eyes to Hermione's mocha ones. She saw the fear that she was being forced to have a child, and give it up as well. Not just that, the other mother would be her Transfiguration professor.

As the news settled into both of their brains, Hermione whispered into Minerva's ear, "I don't care if I am about to have your child. Just don't let them take it from me."

"Poor little mudblood! You are going to lose it all. Your love, your baby, and then your life!" cackled Bellatrix.

Hermione could no longer keep the tears at bay.

One slowly made its way down her check.

AN: so what do you think? Keep it going? Or not? Let me know what your thoughts are on the story and what you think might happen next :)