Chapter 4

Hermione took in her surroundings. She was in a dirty, circular stone room. She saw herself reflected all around the room and felt a chill. She turned and saw Rabastan through a small window. He was talking but she couldn't hear him, she saw his leer and without thinking she launched herself at the window. She started smashing her silvery chains repeatedly at the glass, she saw Rabastan smirk and she spit at the glass. Rabastan glowered and just looked at the sheaf of parchment; he met her eyes and grinned obscenely. She turned around slowly and saw a mirror's surface rippling as a dark form made its way through.

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Draco studied the face in front of him. She had changed; she had lost the all knowing air she once had. It had been replaced with a feral, animalistic look, the hunted, caged look. He watched her take in her surroundings and turn until she saw Rabastan. Rabastan threw her a taunting look and she exploded. She attacked the spot on the glass where he was sitting behind. It's an unbreakable charm Granger, Draco thought sardonically. He took in her passionate yet futile attempts to get through to Rabastan. None of the other girls had been as feisty; she would fetch a high price, more fun to break.

Draco chuckled softly as Granger spit at Rabastan, she had pretty good aim too. She had managed to hit where his forehead would be. Rabastan looked vaguely crossed but grinned as he looked at the bidding list. Draco twirled the quill around in his fingers in contemplation as he watched Hermione attempt to slip her wrists through the manacles unsuccessfully.

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Hermione gasped as a horribly familiar smell met her nose. It was the stench that had plagued her nightmares when she had been taken from Hogwarts to her prison. It was the rancid, unwashed, fetid and bloody smell of Fenrir Greyback. She gazed in horror as the hulking form made its way through the smooth glass. She saw his thick claw-like nails and his wolfish grin. He smiled grotesquely and Hermione could see some old blood on the sores around his mouth and his gleaming, sharp, lethal teeth.

"Told you I'd get a nibble eventually," Greyback breathed, stepping closer to Hermione, hands outstretched. Greyback lunged for her chains but with a loud clank she whipped them back behind her, arms over her head, poised. "Don't mess with me girlie," he threatened, swiping at her. His thick nails made deep cuts on her leg but he had bent down too far and Hermione pressed her advantage.

She swung the chain and wrapped it quickly around his neck and with an adrenalin rush; she jumped onto the thrashing werewolf's back. He backed up onto the stone wall, bashing her repeatedly against the wall. She felt each blow yet only applied more pressure. Fenrir turned red from exertion then slowly, turned an ashen gray as he stumbled forwards. He fell to his knees and Hermione released him for a split second, just long enough to bring her manacles and chain smashing down on the matted, filthy head.

Fenrir crumpled, limp as a ragdoll, bleeding heavily. "Well done Mudblood, now I get twice the amount of gold," Rabastan said as he climbed through his window. He turned to address the mirrors, "it's a shame the wolf never had a chance to sample her. It's not that hard." He turned and pinned Hermione's arms to her side and crashed his lips onto hers.

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Draco watched in awe as Hermione brought her manacles down on Greyback's head. He had made a bid, a high at that but was somewhat glad he hadn't won. Draco certainly didn't want to be in Fenrir's position. He saw Rabastan make his way through his window and heard him boast. Fenrir had already paid for her but since he had been unable to claim her, Rabastan got his money and she would go to the next highest bidder. He saw Rabastan grab Hermione and kiss her in the most repulsive, violent way he'd ever seen. The effect was almost instantaneous, Hermione's eyes started blazing and her hair started to crackle. There was blue electricity pulsing through it and as Rabastan moved his hand to grope her, the electricity seemed to disappear. Draco sucked in his breath; he really wasn't in the mood to watch another rape happen. At once it exploded out of her, a shining orb of blur fire surrounded her and she stayed, suspended in the blue tinted light. Her eyes closed and she smiled faintly, as though remembering a better time.

"Whore! Filth, pay attention to your master," Rabastan screamed as he picked himself off the floor. "Think about poor Potter? Maybe your old freckle covered lover? Rabastan jeered, Hermione's eyes snapped open, the fire alive in them. "Well their off rotting in some part of Albania, along with dear Mummy and Daddy," Rabastan continued cruelly. Something seem to break inside Hermione as she fell to the ground in a heap, all magic gone. Rabastan strode over and picked up the chains, which by now were dented and bloodied. "See? Not that hard, you just need to know how to control them," he said to the mirrors. He walked back to him room, passing effortlessly through the glass, leaving the shaking heap that was Hermione behind. He sat back down and scanned his list once more.

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Hermione sensed Rabastan leave the room and could hear his voice no more. All she could hear was the pathetic clink of her shackles, the slow drip of her blood from her deep gashes from Fenrir and her shaky breath. She tried to stem the flow of images from her mind but they came anyways. Her parents blanks faces as she wiped their memories, Harry's lifeless corpse among countless others she had loved and cared for. She braced herself as she heard the rippling of the glass. Her body ached and protested to moving, yet she clenched her jaw, ready to fight for her freedom again. She looked up slightly to see immaculate shoes and dress robes; she kept looking until she saw her new master. She gasped and fell into darkness.

"Bloody hell," said Draco exasperatedly.

A/N: I don't like Greyback.....as you could probably tell. I've had nearly a thousand hits and only eight comments. Please let me know how you feel about it (:

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