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Chapter 4

Into the World of Rape, Torture and Ridicule

Draco was wandering the streets, looking for any sign of Hermione. He needed to tell her what had happened and what his master was forcing him to do.

Even if she refused to come, he had to bring her.

Just as he was thinking that maybe, just maybe, he should value her life over his, he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. She had just entered the Hog's Head, probably to get drunk.

Hesitating, he entered the Hog's Head as well. He saw her sitting at the bar again, her hood draped over her head, sipping at the drink that was put in front of her. He sat beside her and ordered a fire whiskey. She looked slightly to the left to see who had sat next to her before returning to her drink.

'Hello, Ferret,' she said sullenly.

'Hello, Granger. Listen, we need to talk.'

'About how your master has requested you to bring me to him tied and disarmed, yeah, I know,' she responded. Draco looked taken aback. 'You forgot to shut your mind, Malfoy.'

Draco stayed silent. He decided to chug his drink and then he motionned to the bartender for another.

'I'll go, Ferret, because I have nothing else to look forward to in my new, dead, horrible, miserable life.'

She finished her drink and stood up to leave.

'I realize you are tempted not to bring me, I don't understand why. Remember: you hate me. But Draco, but I want to go, because I have nothing left anymore. Maybe I can at least get some revenge by making old Voldy-Moldy go insane with annoyance. I'm good at that you know. Don't risk your already miserable life for mine. You're far better off living than dying for me,' she said quietly, in a civilized manner that made Draco look at her in shock.

What's the point in not being civilized when I'm about to die? She wondered, having an excuse for her outrageous behavior.

Draco stayed silent and paid for his and her drink. He stood up as well, taking the lead, and leaving the Hog's Head. Once they were in an area secluded enough, Draco turned around. Hermione handed over her wand, no questions asked. He muttered a spell and soon, her wrists were bound together behind her back. She put on a fake look of disgust on his face before levitating her.

'I…ummm…apologize for anything I might say that is…disrespectful to you,' he said awkwardly. She nodded dismissively and he Dis-Apperated with Hermione in tow.


'My lord, I have brought the mudblood Granger,' said Draco with a look of disgust on his face. He knelt in front of his master's throne and gently dropped Hermione at his feet.

Hermione who plainly knew that she was supposed to remain on the ground got up and looked at Voldemort in the eye with loathing and stuck her tongue out at him.

'Hello, Tom. How awful it is to see you this evening,' she said in a tone of repulsion. She saw him slightly shudder at the name Tom.

'Oh, I see you do not like when I use your name, Tom. I think I should use it more often, wouldn't you say, Tom? Tom are you okay? You seem to be twitching Tom. Tom? You're making me quite nervous, Tom, you look frightfully pale. Are you sure you're alright, Tom?'

'SILENCE!' screeched Voldemort, fury breaching his eyes. Draco had the severe urge to laugh, but he knew he had to keep that though out of his mind, and think about how much he hated her.

'Young Malfoy, kindly SHUT HER UP!' roared the Dark Lord.

'Can it, Mud-blood,' hissed Draco. Hermione looked back at him and winked but stayed silent.

'CRUCIO!' screamed Voldemort. Hermione's face was contorted in pain. She gasped, not prepared for the curse. Then, she took a deep breath and laughed.

'Try being under the Crutiatus Curse for about a half an hour and get back to me, okay, Hun?' Hermione said, still laughing, the look on his face was priceless.

Outrage filled his eyes, he was torturing her, and she was laughing. She was laughing…at him, the Dark Lord. How?

He lifted the curse, knowing he couldn't effect her with out possibly causing her to go insane he took a different approach.

'Draco.' He said with menace in his voice. 'Who has done a good job here lately, hmmm, which one of my faithfuls deserves a little treat?' He said while getting to his feet and walking over to Hermione and stroking her jaw. She shivered involuntarily.

'Or maybe I'll just keep her, hmmm.' He continued cupping her face in his hand.

For an unknown reason Draco was angry, why was he angry that someone was touching Hermione? He blocked his mind and pretended to smile venomously.

By now the laughter was off Hermione's face. She was scared. She took a breath.

'How bout we make a little…deal, Moldy-Wart. How bout, I say here as a…guest…with as much power as any Death Eater from your Inner Circle—'

'And what would I get from this…deal…mud-blood? What would be my benefits?' asked Voldemort curiously, stoking a stray strand of hair out of Hermione's face.

'Well,' said Hermione. 'What kind of "benefits" are you looking for?'

'Well there are the obvious things, and the not so obvious things.' He brought his face inches from her. She could feel his breath. She took a breath to remain calm and collect.

'Are you gonna elaborate on that, Tom?' Hermione questioned.

'Well I am obviously looking for a researcher, a maid or servant possibly for one of my Death-Eaters or even me, someone to torture for the fun of it, or, well, the not so obvious.' Tom said, he learned in to her and placed his lips forcefully on the corner of her mouth. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.

'Is some-won a widdel scawed.' He mocked her.

Hermione breathed in sharply and pulled away from him.

'Tom, Tom, Tom, do I look scared to you?' She questioned acting braver than she felt. After all, she was a Gryffindor right, so she had to act brave.

'No, but you feel scared.'

'No I don't.'

'Yes you do.'

'No I don't.'

'Yes you do.'

'Yes I do.'

'NO you don't… oh shit.'

Hermione smirked. Draco cleared his throat, in a hello-I-still-exist way.

'Yes, Young Malfoy, I realize you are still standing there. Is there something you would like to say?'

'I was just wondering if you would like me to restrain her, or perhaps torture her?' Draco asked. He was hoping that he really wouldn't have to torture her.

'Hmmm…However tempting our offer is…,' he turned back to Hermione. 'I accept your offer, mud-blood. You will stay here, live here, to be a researcher and a maid of a form. You are not to leave, you are only to use your wand with the permission of which ever Death Eater I…give you to, to keep you under a watchful eye.'

'And I assume by "give," you mean rape, torture and ridicule,' said Hermione

'That is the gist of it.'

Hermione shrugged. 'As long as I get a room by the library. Now give me wand, Moldy butt. Oh, and kindly untie me.' The Dark Lord nodded towards Draco, who untied Hermione and handed her back her wand.

'Oh, I must inform you that I will use my wand in self-defense,' added Hermione. Before Voldemort could answer snidely, there was a knock on the door.

'Enter,' Voldemort said coldly before resuming his seat at his throne.

A Death Eater immerged from the doorway. His black robes billowed behind him. It was Severus Snape.


(A/N) it took almost two weeks, but it's like 1,400 words...thank you all my reviewers which is few and Meg-lah my bestie who helped me write this :) It's very long so i expect more reviews, i've been working on it for the past 4 hours...no joke!!! R&R!!!

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