Hermione awoke to a horrible pain, she couldn't even pinpoint the actual injured parts of her body it was that bad. After a quick assessment she figured that at least one of her ribs was broken and the cut on her leg had finally clotted.

'I'm going to be definitely bruised by now' She thought with a cringe.

Hermione realized that she was lying on a cold floor; it must have been getting dark as quite rapidly the temperature was dropping. In the background she heard voices. Deciding that she didn't want to be noticed she lay on the floor pretending to be unconscious as she tried to gather enough information as to where she was and who was here.

"My lord, what are we to do with the mudblood?" A woman with a raspy voice asked.

"The girl is to be held here for the time being, my use for her is none of your business at the time" Hermione shivered, she knew that voice anywhere; Voldemort.

"Yes my lord" the woman replied and remained silent.

"Where is Draco Malfoy?" Voldemort asked with no hint of emotion in his voice.

The sound of shuffling filled the room; there must have been at least a dozen in the room.

"Y-yes my lord?" Draco finally answered. The hint of fear in his voice was so profound that Hermione wanted to laugh, but quickly bit her tongue drawing blood. In her mind, drawing a small amount of blood sounded better than a long amount of torture.

"I wanted to commend you on a good job of capturing the mudblood; you have finally proven yourself worthy to accomplish a task that is very valuable to our cause."

"Thank-you my lord" Draco replied, the fear fading from his voice with every second.

"I think it's time that you joined my inner circle." Voldemort stated matter-of-factly

"My lord! Thank you, thank you!" An older man suddenly burst out.

All of a sudden Hermione could hear the screams of the older man.

"I did not ask you to speak, Lucious" Voldemort coldly said. Hermione started to wonder how he managed to always keep a level head. Creepy bastard

"Draco, hold out your left arm"

"Yes my lord"

Hermione couldn't hear what was happening as Draco grunted in pain, so finally she peeked an eye open ever so slightly. She seemed to be in a cellar of some sorts, there were people crowded to the side of her; it seemed she was on some sort of stage. Probably trying to show off his latest catch; Hermione was slowly getting irritated, not to mention freezing cold and slightly hungry.

She saw Voldemort let go of Draco's hand and take his wand off the grotesque mark staining Draco's left inner forearm. She watched Draco quickly but quietly walked back to where his mother was standing at the back and kept his head down to avoid the stares of the other death eaters.

Hermione's stomach did a few flip flops as she saw the group of people standing off the stage. It must have been the inner circle as there were around twenty death eaters trying to stare anywhere except at Voldemort. She saw Antonin Dolohov and Bellatrix Lestrange at the very front looking as sadistic as ever. She was trying to work out the names of a few others until someone suddenly started yelling.

"My lord, she's woken!"

Hermione mentally cursed herself for opening her eyes and cringed waiting for whatever or whoever was coming.

Someone roughly pushed her over with their foot; she winced and opened her eyes. Voldemort was staring down at her with malice in his red eyes snake like eyes.

"Tell me, mudblood" Voldemort spat "What is Harry planning this time?"

Hermione glared at him; like hell she would ever tell him that they were searching for horcruxes or the fact they already had destroyed two. So she remained silent.

"Do not push me girl!" He said with a bit more force than last time. "Where is he? What is he doing?"

Hermione glared at him yet again and remained mute.

"Wrong. Answer" He said; the ferocity of his words pouring out with his magic; making it crackle around him.

"Crucio!"

Hermione's screams filled the room.

Bellatrix was laughing her head off. Some of the death eaters cringed but smiled sadistically. Draco frowned, Death Eater or not he would never get used to watching people being tortured by Voldemort. That man, (if Voldemort could even be considered a man) loved to torture to the extremes even right from the beginning.

During training Draco had felt full force of what Voldemort could offer. He would sometimes be left on the floor of the cellar in his own pool of blood slowly dying whilst Voldemort would be screaming sadistically at him to get up and fight back.

Hermione's screaming stopped and her hoarse voice ran out around the room.

"I will never tell the likes of you anything!"

"How dare you talk to the dark Lord like that!" Bellatrix suddenly screamed leaping out of the crowd and pointing her wand at Hermione's throat.

"Calm yourself Bella"

"You disgraceful slut! You deserve to-"

"BELLA!" Voldemort roared finally losing it.

Draco watched as he slapped Bellatrix so hard she was flung back onto the floor. How could Bella be so faithful to someone who obviously didn't appreciate her or any of us for that matter.

Sometimes he wished that Voldemort had never come back; maybe life would have been so much easier for him if he had just stayed in whatever bloody country he was hiding in all those years. Maybe Draco could've been at a nightclub now picking up chicks with Blaise and Theo, or even just having dinner with his family.

As sad as it is; that he found himself standing here watching Hermione Granger get tortured by the most hated and most famous wizard of this time; he knew that all this was for a good cause.

To rid the world of impurities: Mudbloods.

Just like the one lying on the stage in front of him; blood slowly oozing out of the corner of her mouth, her arms and face covered in bruises, her eyes surrounded by black circles as they stayed closed, succumbing to the world of unconsciousness.

She deserved it.

Her kind just couldn't keep their filthy noses out of our perfect world. Yes; she deserved it to the highest.

Yet as Draco thought this yet again he felt that slight pang as he looked once more as her tiny frail body lying on the stage in front of him.

So perfect, yet so disgusting.

"Draco"

Draco cringed inwardly and looked up.

"Because you have, proven worthy, as such; I have decided you may keep the mudblood confined in your room for the time being." Voldemort said with a smirk, "She can keep you… occupied"

Draco felt heat rising to his cheeks as the other men in the room jeered and whistled and made all sorts of noises, some of them looked jealous; others bored and some making rude gestures and giving him the thumbs up.

For a bunch of people who are supposed to think the Mudblood race is absolutely filthy; their absolute encouragement to bed a Mudblood was making him angry and rather disgusted.

Although, he knew Voldemort would be rather pissed if he declined an offer, as it seemed the sick bastard thought of it as a kind of 'welcome to the family' present.

Putting any emotions aside, Draco looked up straight into those piercing red eyes.

"It would be a pleasure, My Lord"

Voldemort gave him a nod and walked out of the room; his robes billowing out behind him as he exited.

The room started to empty out as the men and women all went off on their own business.

Probably to go do some sadistic killing just for the sake of it, Draco thought to himself.

He slowly walked up to the unconscious girl, buying time as the last of the death eaters left the room.

"Have fun with her" Dolohov winked suggestively as he walked out of the room. Draco mentally gagged at how feral that man could be sometimes.

Finally he reached the edge of the stage and knelt down so he could be at eye level.

Before he had time to register that it was his voice he heard two words echo off the walls in the underground lair.

"I'm sorry"

Hermione slowly regained consciousness with one thought in mind. PAIN!

Her body was absolutely aching; she was a bit confused. Why was she in pain again? And where the hell was she?

She looked around, albeit rather hard as it was pitch black. She wondered how long she had been asleep for.

She blindly got up and stumbled around the room in search for a light switch as she couldn't find her wand, irritatingly enough.

After a few steps she bashed into a piece of furniture, fell over and heard a huge crash as the object fell in the opposite direction. Letting loose a string of swears she got up off the floor and was about to head in the other direction when the lights turned on.

She stopped dead, like a thief caught red handed. She automatically held her breath; Hermione would never have been caught in such an awkward spot!

"What the fuck is going on!?"

Oh, she knew that voice anywhere; the voice that for six years jeered and tormented her in the school hallways; that in year two uttered the word that would ruin her image for the years to come.

She swore under her breath.

Hermione was never one for swearing but it seemed like this moment could use all the cursing she could muster. She slowly turned around and faced the person that must have left her in this room, bruised and highly annoyed.

"God dammit Granger! Answer me"

"W-w-well I, uhm, you see" Hermione stuttered.

Come on! Focus

She took a deep breath and started again.

"I could ask you the same question"

"This is my fucking room, and I have to wake up to you running a rampage through my fucking bedroom! For Merlin's sake it's two in the fucking morning!"

Hermione glared at him, he had no right to yell at her when it was his fault she didn't have her wand.

"Well I wouldn't have been 'running a rampage' if I wasn't here in the first place!"

"Don't yell at me you filthy mudblood! It's your fault you're here! You and your inferior race!"

"I AM NOT INFERIOR!"

"YES, YOU ARE!"

Hermione and Draco were almost nose to nose, red faced and breathing heavily from their yelling fit. Finally Hermione looked away and turned around in search of a door, a window, anything to let her escape from this infuriating young teen standing before her.

She tried the door; it was magically locked; so were the French doors leading out onto a private balcony. She screamed frustratingly and kicked the door in anger; causing the glass to break and cut her foot.

Hermione collapsed to the floor, trying to remove the glass. A few tears leaked and left trails down her cheeks. Why did this happen to her? Her holiday had been so good until now. And now she was stuck in this horrible place, a prisoner in a house full of people that hated her.

She nursed her foot and rocked back and forth on the floor, not caring about anything at this point in time.

Someone kneeled down next to her.

"Let me fix that"

She looked up and saw Draco with a frown on his face, she couldn't figure out what he was feeling but she didn't care; all she saw was red.

"Get away from me!" She screamed getting up and running blindly through the room, damaging her foot further and leaving a trail of glass and blood on the beautiful dark green carpet.

She found herself opening a door in the side of the room that she hadn't noticed before. It was an ensuite. She really didn't want Draco to follow her or even talk to her at this moment so she slid down to the floor, leant against the door and burst into tears.

Unbeknownst to her, Draco was leaning against the other side of the door with his head in his hands; wondering why he had an inkling of regret and self loathing when it came to keeping the sobbing girl on the other side of the door prisoner.