Chapter Four

Thank you for all your reviews and interest in this story so far. I know for those waiting for this story line the last chapter was so frustrating but here it is, lets be honest the chapter you've been waiting for. This is the other timeline the one where Hermione has been kidnapped. Chapter Five will be where she has not been kidnapped and so on. Please review and as always enjoy,

Love C.J.

Hermione struggled as she was held tightly. Rowle had managed to grab her from behind and had grabbed her around her chest pinning her arms to her side as he did forcing her feet off the ground. She kicked back at him, thrashed and tried even to bite him. She would have screamed but she still had no voice. After a minute or so she stopped struggling, Rowle had her pinned so hard he was forcing the air from her lungs and she was struggling to breathe.

"Drop her you idiot," the other man's voice came from beside her "if she's dead before you get her to the building you won't be alive for long. Rowle complied immediately and Hermione felt all her limbs smash into the hard concrete floor. She was sure she heard something crack but she managed to stand. She contemplated running as she looked around her widely for an exit.

"Good luck little girl," the other man grinned. "I would love to see you run." Although Hermione couldn't make a sound it was clear from the look on her face what she thought of his leering attitude. He hit her on the face. "Treat your betters with respect mudblood." He sneered grabbing her hair and forcing her head back.

"Pertwee stop," Rowle growled "I don't think they want her damaged any more than they want her dead."

"Your right Thorfinn," Pertwee said then looked at Hermione "look what you almost made me do to you," and he hit her on the face again. Rowle grabbed Hermione forcing her down a long wide corridor it was not ornate and ancient in the same way that Hermione was used to in the wizarding world. Instead it was cold and industrial if anything it reminded her of a Cold War bunker or an abandoned warehouse in the muggle world. Rowle forced open the re-enforced steel door at the end of the corridor. He pushed her through and forced himself behind her. in front of Hermione was a hall that did remind her more of the wizarding world. The floor was a dark wood rather than concrete and the raised platform ahead of her reminded her of a dais. Above the platform there were a few small balconies with ornate ironwork each balcony seemed to belong to a room that feed into the central courtyard she was now standing in.

"What do we have here?" Hermione heard a voice say from above her. She looked up but really she didn't need to. She knew that voice. "Hermione Granger," Lucius Malfoy continued leaning over his own balcony. He disappeared in a second and reappeared in front of her. "Don't think of trying that trick mudblood," he sneered "it only works if you have one of these," he raised his forearm and Hermione could see the dark mark embedded in his skin. She couldn't hide the disgust from her face. Lucius pounced forward the moment he saw it.

"That mudblood," he grabbed her face in his left hand pinning her jaw "is how I feel when I look at you." He let go of her face pushing her backwards.

"Father," said a quieter voice, quieter it might be but there was no doubt that there was power in that voice. Hermione knew that voice too and not just from the word he had just uttered.

"Draco," Lucius replied. "I have to leave a meeting with the minister she wants my opinion on catching dark wizards apparently," he laughed at the end of the sentence. "I want you to take the girl."

"Take her?" Draco asked confused.

"Come on Draco you are not a child anymore. Hurt her, hit her just don't kill her I really don't care what you do with her in a few weeks Hermione Granger's face will be the most famous in the wizard world." He leant in to Hermione. "You my dear will be a symbol of what happens to people to stand up the right order of things." He emphasised the word "right" before smirking barely an inch from Hermione's nose. She spat at him showing very clear of what she thought.

Lucius looked her up and down as he wiped spittle of his cheek still grinning. "Draco," he said firmly "break her." With a loud pop Lucius and Pertwee both disappeared.

"I am going to get some sleep Master Draco," Thorfinn said. "Wake me up when it's my turn." He looked at Hermione as though he could eat her.

"This is not a meal to be shared idiot," he sneered in an impressive copy of my father. "It is my mission and mine alone to break her you place a finger on her and you will be dead." Draco was pointing his wand to Thorfinn's beefy neck "Do I make myself clear?" He asked jabbing the wand into Rowle's neck.

"Yes," the older man said through gritted teeth.

"So Granger," he turned on Hermione who had been backing away from the pair. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Hermione glanced at his face for a second. It was so perfect, the face you usually saw on a Michelangelo statue of an archangel or a saint in the Vatican. His smirk however was pure demon. Hermione began to run. She had no idea why she was trying, she was still wearing the heels she had put on this morning. She didn't get five metres before.

"Stupefy," Draco shouted after her. The spell hit her in the middle of the shoulder blades and her body crumpled. "Ok so the hard way it is." He said to no-one in particular. Draco walked over to her body and picked it up easily. She was slight and much shorter than his six foot frame. She looked almost peaceful in this state as though she was asleep. Her hair curled over her face and her head rolled back. Draco entered the main building by a large wooden door he climbed several floors before kicking open his own bedroom door. The room that greeted him was twice the size of an average house. There was a neat desk with books piled on it. A set of muggle and wizarding clothes hung in the large ancient wardrobe but what took up the most space was Draco's large four poster bed. It was hung with green and silver hangings the colour scheme somehow made him feel comfortable reminding him of the only place he had ever felt at home.

He placed Hermione on his bed and watched her for a second before turning his back on her as he sat at his desk he opened the book on the top of the tall pile.