Chapter 2
Hermione's sixth year had started out with no problems. She and Ron had been chosen again as Gryffindor Prefects. She was the senior Gryffindor prefect while Ron was just a sixth year prefect. She had met back up with Ron and Harry on the train back to Hogwarts. They had gotten to Hogwarts and the Sorting Hat's song and dance about unity and togetherness had been said and sung. Hermione was looking forward to a nice long sleep in her bed in Gryffindor Tower, when Professor McGonagall had called her aside to have a talk with Dumbledore.
It was her and Malfoy who got chosen for the task ahead of them.
"You two have been chosen because of the rivalry between you two and your houses. You are also two of the smartest minds to ever grace Hogwart's halls, so we have no trouble believing that you will catch up to the rest of your houses when you get back." Dumbledore said looking at Hermione and Malfoy with a small twinkle in his eye.
"Excuse me sir, but you haven't exactly told us what we are expected to do." Hermione said with confusion.
"We have a test given out to the Senior Prefects each year. The two from different houses that are most likely to get along for a period of time are put into this special room. The rest of the school is told that you are on some sort of Foreign Exchange Program. You two were chosen this year to represent the feuding Houses of Hogwarts and to perhaps bring peace to the Houses of Hogwarts."
Malfoy openly scoffed at this and turned his head to the side, not really listening to what the Headmaster was saying.
"I don't understand sir." Hermione said, trying desperately to grasp the pieces of what Professor Dumbledore was saying.
"Maybe it is better if I show you."
Dumbledore swept swiftly out of the room with McGonagall on his heels. Malfoy shrugged and followed half heartedly and Hermione quickly jogged to keep up with his exit. Dumbledore stopped in front of a large portrait of two medieval Maidens with their men down on his knees, each handing them a flower.
"This is where you two will be living for the next two months. You will not be leaving this room except for emergencies, and you will have to learn to live with each other. These two fine ladies," He gestured to the portraits and the maidens started giggling, "will make sure that you two follow all the rules put down and don't kill each other."
"Wait, I have to live with Granger for two whole months with no contact with my friends?" Malfoy asked, horror written all over his face.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy, you do. I am confident that you two will work out your differences and learn to get along for the next two months."
With that Dumbledore opened up the portrait and they found themselves pushed into the room that would be their home for the next two months.
Two men opened the door to her cell. She quickly wiped away all tears from her eyes and glared at them with a fierce hate.
"Little Mudblood still has her claws, I see." One of them laughed to the other. "let's see how much it takes to break her."
"You will not." Lucius Malfoy shoved his way past the two Death Eaters to stare Hermione in the face. "The Dark Lord wants to see her in person, alive and intact."
The two scowled and looked at Hermione with loathing and lust.
"I assure you that the Dark Lord intends to break her himself and I am sure he will let you watch if you ask nicely." Lucius remarked working on Hermione's chains and taking them off her. The two henchmen looked at each other excitedly. Hermione's mind was filled with dread over what was going to happen to her.