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Warning! There's some parts of this chapter that suggest rape and abuse, so it's not for those whom do not wish to read a story containing these elements.

Anyways, here's chapter two...

Crystalline

Chapter Two

I was running in a vast forest. The soft grass gently caressed my feet as I ran towards my father's welcoming arms. 'Honey,' he said to me when I jumped into his embrace. 'I love you.'

Then I cry. His eyes go black and his fiery hair dies.

He leaves me, he goes so far away that I cannot reach him. They all left me again.

"Stop kicking me, Ginny," I fell of the bed. "Serves you right." Hermione grunted when I rubbed my eyes to get a clear vision of the situation.

I couldn't believe that she was sitting in the same bed I had slept in. I can only barely remember meeting her in the church, but the kiss was still fresh in my memory. It was a pleasure seeing her wrapped up in the sheets, presumably almost naked beneath. She was blushing now.

"Don't look at me like that, I feel so gaddamn nude when you do that..." Hermione said and regained the rough tone with brilliance.

I didn't say anything, I just snaked my way under the sheets and held her warm body tight to mine. Her heart was beating furiously now, it was obvious that I had to be a little desirable. We just lay there for hours and hours, she played with my hair and gave me goosebumps with her light touch, and I touched every inch of her face, I even think I kissed every little inch of her starved face. The outside world didn't mean shite to us, but we both knew it wouldn't be long until a scream or a spell would be disturbing our deep silence, because the night was creeping back into the streets. The bad guys likes doing it in the dark, or so I've heard.

True enough, a woman was screaming for her life only an hour after night fall. I quickly put on my trousers and hurried out of the motel. Hermione was right behind me after I had been running for a minute or so, she probably needed to get her jacket from the lobby, and we just kept running without a single stop to look in the dark alleys. We would find them if they wanted a fight, we didn't want to make one ourselves at the moment..

"Where the fuck are they?" I asked Hermione when we had searched the entire area where we had heard the scream.

"I don't know, but something isn't right here. Let's get outta here while we still have our lives intact." She grabbed my hand and pulled.

I looked at her, and she was looking at me. A shade of icy grey suddenly flashed through her eyes. I could recognize that vicious smirk from a mile's distance. "Lucius Malfoy."

The brown curls were still there. It hurt me to see such a beautiful woman being impersonated by an evil man like Lucius.

"What pleasure do I owe you for your company, Lucius?" I said with a sarcastic tone. My hand was returned to me, but I didn't raise my wand. I couldn't kill him anyways, he would outsmart me at once. If I wasn't so worried about Hermione, I would've tried.

He laughed with Hermione's mouth, with Hermione's voice, and worst of all, with her smiling eyes. "I know you would've brought me so many pleasures, and if your wonderful mistress joined, I would never have left the two of you alone," Lucius licked his lip and seemed to have the scene perfectly clear in his head. "But I don't expect that the two of you like torture. Granger certainly didn't like it too much, she kept calling me 'faggot' and 'bastard' everytime I let Mr Finnigan taste my whip. The Dark Lord has taken him now, and I know I was too kind to Finnigan, such a lively boy, he told me so many times," I was disgusted by his foul stories. "Oh well, your lover will be treated better than him, I will see to it. I'll introduce her to a few demons. Just those within my respected family, Miss Weasley, I can assure you. But you," Hermione's fingers touched the surface of my skin, she was so cold. "I'll have you as a personal little trophy. He promised me a trophy one day, and you will do perfect."

I fell.

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24 days imprisoned in Lucius Malfoy personal torture-chamber, and I am already too weak to move. He is the most twisted man I've ever had the dis-pleasure to meet. I cant recall how many times he's forced himself on me, how many times he has whipped me and called me 'blood-traitor' just to get a boner and beat it all out on me afterwards. He starves me, he tells me that I am too fat for his liking, but that I'll be perfect once I've gotten used to only water. I'm not even sure it is water he is giving me, because it tastes like potions, and I often have black-outs. I've never had that before, except for when Tom Riddle was possessing me.

"Hello, Weasley. I've made you a special potion, it's called the polyjuice potion. Miss Granger was so very kind to give me one of her golden locks, I will have so much fun." I hated it when he forced that shit down my throat. But I know now that he had not been Hermione the whole time when we were together, only the last minute. He had pulled out one of her hairs when he had taken her right behind my back, and the polyjuice potion had tranformed him. This explained why I didn't hear Hermione running after me the first blocks.

I had to be her, it was painful.

"Don't you like watching her body, Weasley?" Lucius asked me as he came sneaking into the chamber. He had his wand with him, I should've known he was going to get something.

Hermione's body had scars and bruises everywhere, and down her arms were puncture wounds, it was freaking me out to watch this horror. I wanted to free her so bad, but I was stuck here with Lucius Malfoy, the greatest bastard of them all. Tom Marvolo Riddle was more of a gentleman than Lucius even, and he's said to be the most vicious and cruel wizard of our age.

"Spread your legs, book-worm, I want to hear you scream." He demanded, but I couldn't move a muscle. My eyes were so messed up, the blood was burning me. "Do as I say, have a little sympathy for your God. The Devil."

I opened my mouth and tasted the warm blood that came from the cut on Hermione's cheek-bone. I felt sick. "My God is pure and," I almost gagged. "He's beautiful."