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?

My writing style sometimes switches from point of views; don't say I didn't warn you.

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HPoV

When I finally awake I was once more placed in a cell in the basement but this time I was across from the girls I was previously with. None of them spoke to me, and they were huddled into the corner of the room. There were screams from above as vicious as I'm sure there were when I was there. I tried asking if any of them heard what they were planning for me, but again I was faced with silence. None of them spoke to me, only to each other. Only one day had passed until the man returned for me, and seeing as how there were no other girls returning as I had, I was more than sure of the fate I was stepping into when I stood. No hair pulling was necessary this time; I was willing to step into this on my own. After being branded and used as I had in my last visit I was ready to take that last step off the ledge without any prodding.

This time the same crowd wasn't in the room when I walked in, it was only Malfoy and the "announcer" from last night. The announcer had such thin hair I could see his busied reddened scalp and Malfoy's face was as bare as it was when I first saw him the night before. The host from the previous night grabbed her forearms viciously and she did not flinch as she looked straight at him. "You are going to be the new pretty little slave at the Malfoy manor little lady." He said as he gripped the roots of my hair, and forced me to look at Draco. What is with these people and hair pulling? The guy placed his wand on the vein on my neck, and I gulped audibly.

Malfoy stepped forward and held his hand out. "There's no need to do that," he said warily "I have my own way of making sure she follows orders." A shiver ran up my spine as I felt the brunette's breath rush over the nape of my neck. I felt more than saw the malevolent smile spread across his features.

"Could never be too careful, don't worry. You're a new comer, so you're not very attuned with this, boy. But you owe me, kid. And you can't get past it even if you are Lucius' son." With that I felt sharp pain shoot into my body, and I let out a yelp. It wasn't long until the searing pain was so bad that I toppled over. The floor wasn't as rough as I thought it would be, but when I opened my palm was resting on a cotton covered chiseled chest.

Malfoy's eyes glanced down and stared into my eyes with care for only a moment, then the blizzard returned, and those grey eyes grew impassive. Malfoy looked at the man and gave him a curt nod.

"Well, now she'll definitely be put to good use." Malfoy said to the man with a secretive wicked smile, making the Death Eater laugh viciously.

"Enjoy her while you can, kid. While she can still be put to good use." The man said with a sneer. Malfoy held his tongue, grabbed my forearm and dragged me harshly out of the house. Though I didn't want to be in the clutches of Draco Malfoy, I was happily keeping pace with him to escape this hell hole- trying not to think about the other girls locked down under.

Once outside the gates to the estate I was pulled to my "owner's" body, and he used Apparition to bring us to the Malfoy Manor. Looking up at the home I calmed slightly. This place didn't look like it was a place of torture, and despite the people who owned it, the place actually seemed to have the sweetest, comfortable, and most welcoming feel to it. The blonde had gently let her go, and the way he touched me reminded me immediately of holding a fine china doll. Fragile: easy to break.

Though he was walking ahead of me, he did look back once he reached the door. There was a decent amount of space between us that would give me a fair head start if I tried to run, and I was seriously contemplating that idea. I looked at him, then behind me, turning back to Malfoy when he cleared his throat.

"I wouldn't stop you if you ran, but you should know that the safest place for you at this moment is here, without a doubt."

His voice was steady and monotone but I could see the certainty in his eyes. He was telling the truth. With one final look behind me, I pranced up to him and entered the house without another word to him. Whether his house was the safest place for me or not, that didn't mean I had to be civil with the man who had raped me not even 24 hours ago.

I kept walking aimlessly, not following him at all, as I began memorizing the building I found myself in. Malfoy walked diligently to a room to place his things down, returning with a simple shirt and jeans, reminding me of the first day we met all those years ago.

Those days seemed so long ago. These were different circumstances; along with our height, maturity and age, we were now on flip sides of a coin in a deadly war that could change everything. I felt myself grow angry as he stepped up in front of me, our toes touching. This man had branded me, raped me, and bought me like an object to be owned and now he was looking at me with that look!

The look in his eyes that screamed the gut wrenching cries for the sorrows and regret of one who had been through more than they could ever admit. No! I will not let this change my mind set! He would not get the better of me. I will hate him, as much as I should, and no amount of heroism would change it, because what he had done could never be redeemed.

Just like that a slap resounded off the walls of the lengthy hall they were in. It took a moment for my eyes to see through the red rage that blinded me, and seeing Malfoy's face jolted to the side with a materializing crimson hand print stamped onto his face. But it wasn't long until it could not be seen, because the pale boy's face grew scarlet with rage, camouflaging the mark. His screams were harsh and brutal but I couldn't make sense of them with my heart pounding in her ear. After he was done yelling my heart just would not calm. We both stood there staring at each other for a long moment and finally he gruffly mumbled in a raspy voice.

"Follow me."

I watched at his blonde tresses bounced as he walked away, and was scared to pursue, but the obedience spell the man had placed on my left no free will for me to decide what I wanted to do. My legs propelled me forward, trailing after Malfoy until he came to a stomp at a large wooden door.

"This is your room, it has everything you could need and if you need anything more you can ask the house elves, or if you wish, me." I gawked openly at him. This man was excruciating! How can he act this way to his proclaimed slave? When he unfastens the door gaped once more. This room! It's gorgeous!

Why? Why is this room so gorgeous for his servant? Isn't that what he bought me for? When I turned to him he was watching me with that look again; those eyes pleading to show the insufferable agony he was in, but this time paired with a smile that was gentle and yet the most heartbreaking I had ever seen.

My heart fluttered, and ached to change that look.

I shook my head. This unbearable man!

She trudged into the room and without a second thought slammed the door right in the face of the grey eyed Malfoy, without a dreadful or remorseful feeling in her heart or mind.