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She was laughing so hard that it hurt to breathe, but she couldn't stop herself even though Hermione really wanted to. Malfoy was telling her stop and the others were looking at her like she's just signed her own death warrant. In a way, it would had been relief.

When Malfoy had fetched her from the room, Hermione had planned on being totally subservient in front of Voldemort and Bellatrix, and even when she knelt before them the only thing in her mind was this voice that was eerily like Harry, started screaming in her head that she was traitor and she wanted to cry, but instead she started laughing.

Malfoy had dragged her out of the room as in her crazy state.

Her wrist was twisted so badly it felt broken, her lip was bleeding though Hermione wasn't laughing any was furious at her.

The gleeful thought that he might kill her enters her head but it quickly gets replaced by fear at the thought of her friends deaths."I am going to go and beg for your life," Draco spat venomously. "Only because I am not letting you get what you have clearly craved for months."

And then he was gone before she has time to defend herself – not that she has any defence to offer – but maybe-just maybe, she could plead for her friends lives.

She had to make Malfoy listen to her. It was a moment of madness for not being out of the room for months.

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"You are lucky Granger that Dark Lord has bigger things to worry about than Mudbloods. The Dark Lord now has control over magical community in Europe, you didn't know that did you?" Malfoy asked with glee in his voice.

"No." Hermione whispered, he was never going stop until the entire magical world was under his command. No one was safe and nowhere was safe from Lord Voldemort.

"Now Aunt Bellatrix suggested that I should give you to her for a few days, you know, so she could teach you to how to behave but I have a better idea. I'm going to give her the Weasley girl, Susan Bones will become the play thing of Greyback and Weasely...well, I'm going to let go because he's dead inside already," Malfoy told her calmly.

"It's not their fault." Hermione tried to reply even, even though inside she was feeling terror. "Don't punish them because of me. I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened thats all." Hermione took a deep breath, steeling herself to beg. "Please..."

Her wrist was throbbing painfully, her lip was bleeding and head feels like it was about to explode. But she paid heed to none of her injuries, feeling helpless about what to say to change Ginny and Susan's fate.

"I wish I could believe that you are sorry, but... your not. And you have embarrassed me greatly, "Malfoy sighed, and it was then Hermione knew that he was enjoying the power he had over her."And I'm going to make sure that George knows that it's your fault that his sister is going to go through so much pain that she begs for death."

"I am sorry!" Hermione cried out, knowing it was giving him satisfaction, but not caring for once. She took a deep breath and continued. "Please... just please, don't do this."

There it was the begging that he'd longed to hear, and until now she had denied him.

Hermione barely concealed her wince as he reached out and took her wrist. "I'm going to have to mend that at some point. And maybe if your good, I will think about letting your little friends live."

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In the dead of the night, the screaming kept her awake. She didn't need to know who it is, and neither does it take a genius to know who was causing it.

She hoped that it would stop soon, whether it was because she couldn't bear to listen to it much longer as she is reminded of her own torture or she just wants the person to be left alone.

Malfoy wasn't with her, he must be down there with them. Her wrist was fixed but she missed the pain. She was glad that he at least left the split lip.

Hermione still didn't know the fate of her friends. She doesn't think Malfoy really knows wanted to punish her though, not hurt wanted her obedient, not broken.