Chapter 2

"If you're writing about evil you genuinely have a responsibility to show what that means."- J.K Rowling

"Stupefy" The cold voice had said. She had seen his face in the brief instant that he peered round the door, before stunning her. She had recognised him. He was Lucius Malfoy; she had met him before, and knew without a doubt that he was a death eater. Fortunately the stunning spell carried her quickly in to the blessed abyss of unconsciousness quickly, and she did not have time to really register just how dire her situation was.

Now however the gravity of it all came crashing down upon her, as she recalled the events of the previous...what? She had no idea how long she'd been gone. At least now she had an idea of not so much where she was, but at least what she was in. It had been most frightening to wake up dazed and confused, and to suddenly realise that the floor under you was vibrating. With a few surreptitious glances Hermione had realised that she was travelling in a carriage, and even more frightening was the realisation that she was not alone.

Hermione had been woken by the sound of crass male voices. Only after a few moments did she realise this, luckily she realised before the men (who she assumed were all death eaters) realised. Even in times like this Hermione somehow managed to keep control of her senses, and she knew it made sense to feign sleep. She did so, and listened to the conversation around her, thinking any information she gleamed could be useful to the order when she got back. She refused to think that there was a chance she wouldn't get back, nor did she allow herself to think about her parents, that would only distract her, and lower her chances of survival and sanity even less. As she listened, she realised that they weren't talking about anything related to Voldermort, Malfoy was boasting (as usual) only he was boasting about his son, Draco.

"...ah, yes exceptionally bright lad, takes after me! Just taken his O.W.L's, wont be surprised if he's top of the country , yes, he's joint top of Hogwart's, with this little Mudblood, but after we've finished with her I dare say he'll have no competition!"

The death eaters laughed, and Hermione let out a small gasp. Not only was what Malfoy had implied shocking, but it was also lies! She had finished well above Draco in every single subject they shared! Thankfully they did not hear her over their laughter, and Lucius continued;

"yes, and of course he's brilliant on the quidditch pitch, he's beaten that little bastard Potter more times than I can remember, and some idiots still think he's good! Humph!" Lucius snorted, so did Hermione. This time, the death eaters heard

"Sleeping beauty's awake!" sneered the slimy voice of Lucius Malfoy,

"Oh, great work with the stunning spell Lucius, it lasted all of three hours" said another voice, that Hermione half recognised.

"It's more fun this way anyhow" replied a third calmer voice, that Hermione was almost certain she had never heard before.

Hermione tried futilely to feign sleep; the Death eaters were not that easily fooled.

"Girl" the unfamiliar voice demanded, "Are you Hermione Granger?" Hermione nodded slowly.

"Thank God you got the right girl this time McNair!" Said Lucius,

"Shut up you idiot, stop telling her who we are! And besides, I don't remember you complaining when it was your turn with the last one!" Hermione's mind was reeling; she had now identified the second, slightly familiar voice as that of McNair, the man who had been sent to kill Buckbeak. And from the way they were talking, she could only imagine what they were planning on doing to her. She was petrified.

"Shut up you two!" Exclaimed the third voice, "We have more err......pressing matters to attend to" stressing the word "pressing" in a tone that Hermione certainly didn't like, as his gaze travelled over her, lingering for way too long on her chest. Panic swept over her, she was alone in a carriage with three deatheaters who only had one thing on their mind, and she was totally defenceless! Or wait-:

'My wand' she thought, she tried to move her hand discreetly to her dressing gown pocket, she failed to notice that the third Death eater was watching her intensely,

"Looking for this?" he mocked in a falsely sweet tone, as he twirled her wand between his fingers. 'Shit!' she thought. Her emotions must've shown on her face, as the Death eater began to chuckle maliciously, and said "cheer up, you never know, you may even enjoy this!" The other two began to laugh as well. Malfoy suddenly leaned forward and undid the belt of her dressing gown, he moved closer still, and made as if to slide the dressing gown off her shoulders;

"Fuck off Malfoy!" she yelled, trying to wriggle away from him. She failed. In the briefest of seconds, he had her throat in a vice like grip with one hand; the other was quickly dragging her up by her hair, until she was standing on her own magically-bound feet.

"My my Granger, you'll have to learn to keep a civil tongue in your head" He pressed closer still.

"Fuck off!" Hermione repeated with a lot more courage then she actually possessed. Malfoy slapped her face.

"The first thing I teach you will be manners Granger!" he snarled. He quickly removed the open dressing gown, leaving her standing in front of him in an old, tatty, nighty. It said "Rebel Ted" on it above a large picture of a teddy and served to reinforce just how childlike she was. This didn't matter to the Deatheaters, they had their orders to break her, and they would always obey their orders, by whatever means necessary.

He removed her nighty, leaving her standing before three men in just her white cotton knickers; she had never been so humiliated and embarrassed. The binds on her hands prevented her from protecting her modesty. Yet somehow she still managed to hold Lucius' gaze and hold her head defiantly high.

"Rather attractive, it's amazing what you can hide behind a book. I'm nearly impressed Granger" Malfoy jeered. The others laughed and murmured their agreement. "So Granger, are you a virgin?" He asked, as if he was enquiring about the weather. Hermione was too stunned and terrified to answer. "I asked you a question Mudblood!" He yelled and slapped her again across her face. She nodded and whispered a barely audible "Yes". "Oh good, I enjoy virgins so much more, and I suspect that the fact that it's me who takes yours' will cause you more pain then the act itself, which I promise Granger will be agony" He laughed. Hermione paled visibly, this caused Lucius to laugh even more. "Lazoarriba" (to "bind above" in Spanish). He cried, pointing his wand at her wrists. Suddenly that bonds which had held her hands in place vanished. She only felt a slight sense of relief, because before she could even blink, her hands were bound even more tightly above her head. Some how they were attached to the carriage wall behind her. Hermione was forced to stand on tiptoes to feel even the slightest relief from the tight bonds. That pain was soon to be replaced by another. Lucius Malfoy slowly removed his robe and began to unbutton the black trousers he wore beneath it. He then removed Hermione's knickers with a flick of his wand. Pain was all Hermione felt, as roughly and brutally Lucius Malfoy took her innocence.