Chapter 10- Captive

"Goodbye Miss Granger, it was most amusing to enjoy three hours with you." Malfoy said before calling out his address and leaving. I watched the green flames ebb away from inside the floo. I felt a grin on my face as he left. That was new. Since when did Malfoy make me smile? I decided not to dwell on it. What good would come of it anyway?

I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. Tap water is gross but I'm too thirsty to care. Just as I set the glass down, a noise makes me spin around.

"Malfoy?"

No answer. That's because he's gone home. I saw him leave. I shook my head, I was just being paranoid. I put the glass in the sink and make my way to my room, feeling exhausted. I needed a good solid eight hours of sleep before I had to go to work on Monday. It's so easy to forget that I have responsibilities these days.

Just as I'm about to pull my shirt over my head, I hear a quick intake of breath. I didn't imagine it this time. I know someone is here and it isn't Malfoy. I look around sharply, but I just don't see anything or anyone.

A hissing noise comes from behind me and I gasp in relief that it was just crookshanks making a fuss. I pick him up and pet him gently, trying to calm him. I don't stop and think about why he's making such a fuss, until it's too late.

A hand wraps around my waist and another around my mouth. I inhale something musty smelling, and my limps fall dead to my sides. Crookshanks hit's the ground and jumps at the attacker, which I'm pretty sure is male. I hope he doesn't her him, he's just trying to protect me. I pushed face down into my own bed and I feel him binding my hands behind me. That's means whatever he's done to me isn't permanent. I cant move, but I can scream, cant I?

"LET ME GO!" How could he not have known I would scream. I didn't hear him silence the room. Maybe he had before we arrived? It doesn't matter anyway now, the outcome is the same. No one is going to come and help. I don't even know why this man is hurting me.

He's successfully bound my wrist tightly together with rope. I don't know why he just doesn't use his wand for that.

He flips me over and ….I cant see his face. It's like he doesn't even have one. I can see the outline of his face, but not his eyes, mouth, nose…nothing. It's just a white blank face. It's terrifying.

"You are an abomination. You don't deserve the mouth you scream out of, not that anyone can hear you." His voice isn't real either. I can tell it's being faked. It's much to deep and masculine to be his. His voice is coming from his head, but he doesn't have a mouth. I don't understand. I hate it when I don't understand.

" Don't worry, Lucius wont be able to help you, not that he would. He hates you and what you are remember?"

Those words sting, because I know that they're true.

If they are, then why has he been wanting to see you?

I don't know how to answer myself. It's too hard. I don't want to think about Malfoy right now.

"We going somewhere far away and you'll never see each other again. At first I couldn't understand what he saw in you, lusting after you day after day. Then I looked more closely. A man of his pure blood status deserves everything. You he shouldn't have though, I have to save him from ruining himself. He will reward me so greatly, just like when we served Voldemort together."

It's obvious that he's obsessed with Malfoy. He followed Voldemort too, but most of Voldemort's death eaters renounced ever supporting him. Whoever this guy is, he was a stay at home supporter and no one knew about him.

"I am going t destroy all the mud that runs through your veins. Do you hear me?" he yells in my ear.

"How could I not hear you when you're yelling?" I retort and he slaps me across the face, and I gasp at the slight sting of it. It was more surprising than painful.

"Don't disrespect those above you, even a filthy Mudblood whore like you should know that rule." He snarled and I felt my eyes widen as he pulled out his wand. He pointed it at my face directly. I couldn't move. I could only blink and scream and neither of those things could help me.

"Stupefy!"

That's the last thing I hear before blackness over takes me.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Then silence. My eyes fell glued shut, and I think I might have to pry them open just to see. I remember the faceless man binding my hands together and then stunning me. What a coward. I can fell that my hands are still bound behind my back, and it's causing my shoulder to ache. I roll onto my back and bring my knees up to my chest so I can maneuver my tied hands in front of me. That eases the ache somewhat.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It stops just as suddenly as it began, but I cant find it's source. It sounds like water, but a dripping faucet would be more consistent. It would be really slow or really fast.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I feel a sense of horror when something warm hits my bare arm. I look up involuntarily and let out a scream that burns my throat. I don't know what it is, but it chained to the ceiling and dripping blood. That means it's alive and suffering, or it's dead and the blood it inevitable. But it being dead means someone killed it. It might be human, but it's so distorted from my view that I cant tell. I don't really want to know. The flooring is a cold stone, that's covered in grimy filth. I grinds against my skin as I hurriedly scoot out of range of the blood flow.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I cant still hear it!

"Help…meh…."

'No. I didn't hear that. I didn't hear a thing. I heard nothing.' I think in panic.

"Please…"

Oh god, it's alive. It's human!

I looked up again, regretting it immediately. I can see I cant help at all. Whoever and what ever it is dying up there on the high ceiling.

"What's your name?" I ask in a whisper. If I cant help him or her, maybe if I ever get out myself I can tell someone, anyone about them.

"Theo….. Nott."

I know him. I went to school with him. I was partners with him in class once. He was so smart. What was he doing here?

"Theo?" I whisper in awe. He was the nicest Slytherin I knew….that I know.

"Hermione?" his voice is fading more and more with every second. If I stood up I could hear better. The ceiling is so high to begin with.

"Yes, it's me. I cant help you." I said loudly, so he could hear, even though my words are anything but comforting.

"There's a lever…on….wall." I cant just barely make out the words, but as soon as he said them I see the lever on the wall. It's black and looks hard to pull. I cant believe he's still alive. Maybe he just looks bad because of the blood. I ignore the dripping sound even though I shudder with every drop. What is he doing here?

"What are you here for Theo?" I asked as I walked over to the lever. My shoes are gone, I remember taking them off in my flat before getting my drink. My feet scrape on the cold floor. I grip the lever and heave with all my strength. Nothing. I try again and it creaks before flying backward. A chain screeches and Theo is dropped to the ground. I rush to his side and realize that he isn't dead, or even that close to being dead. He had shallow cuts scattering his body, but they aren't fatal.

"I was seeing a muggleborn witch. This guy really hates purebloods and muggleborns being together." He coughed, spewing blood down his white t- shirt. He was going to be fine after he healed right. It looked like most of his wounds had been healed professionally.

"I got that much. How have I never heard that you were missing?" I asked, but I realize my mistake right away. He was probably in the prophet plenty of times, but I was too busy mopping and running around with Malfoy to notice.

"I don't know. Who were you seeing?"

I freeze, just remembering why I was brought here. His use of the past tense makes me think he's given up hope of ever leaving. He said who ' were' you seeing. Not who am I seeing. Even though I'm not really seeing a pureblood the past tense really hits me hard. What if I never leave?

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. It's a long story anyway. I'm not seeing a pureblood in that sense. This guy is just insane. Do you know who he is?"

"I know his first name is Kevin. He has a face too."

I shudder with remembrance of that.

"That was disgusting." he opens a bruised eye and looks at me.

"Why did he go after you and not the pureblood?" he asked cautiously. I guess that already when I realized it was Theo up there. He adores Malfoy for being such a loyal follower of Voldemort.

"Umm…not sure." I'm such a bad lair. My voice was high pitched and I had looked away from his as I said it. Of course he knew I was lying.

"Just tell me who you were spending time with." He said exasperatedly.

"Malfoy." It feels wrong to say his first name. Like I know him well and I don't. Not at all. I dont know Malfoy at all and I dont ever want to.

"I thought Draco died in the war!" he exclaimed and I feel suddenly embarrassed about the whole thing. Yesterday my problems were sex visions of an impossible future and now I was just realizing that Malfoy must be forty years old. Even older maybe. That's over twenty years in an age difference. Dear Merlin.

"Oh god. His dad?" Theo gasped out and he finally sits up, holding his stomach.

"We aren't together like that!" I argued, but Theo still looked scandalized.

"Well this guy is a creep and worships Lucius's feet so that's why he took you and not him. Let's just hope he-"

Theo spoke to soon, because at that moment the steel door swung open revealing our captor. He still didn't have a face, but I was sure he could see us perfectly.

"Ahhh you got old Theo down. It thought you might have been dead when you stopped screaming."

Wait…all he had were tiny cuts on him, why would he have been screaming?

"That torture curse is my favorite by far." He said maliciously. That's why he had been screaming. The torture curse. Harry told me it was like nothing you could imagine. I didn't want to imagine either.

"Imperio."

It wasn't me he cursed and I heard him command Theo to walk out the door and wait there. I knew Theo wouldn't and couldn't resist. I gave him the smallest of smiles that he couldn't even return.

"Now, what to do with a whore like you?"

"Crucio!"

White hot agony spread through me, cutting into me with teeth, nails, fire, saws, everything and it hurt so much I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see anything. My hands clawed at my face trying to make it go away, but it just got worse and worse, hotter and hotter-

Then sweet relief. I sucked in a breath, grateful for air.

"I knew you'd be a screamer." He said with a smirk. I looked up just in time to see him raise his wand again, but the pain didn't come. Instead I was thrown against the far wall and chains were strapped to my ankles and wrist. I didn't even notice the rope come off.

"I'll be right back. I have to take my pal Theo to his room!" He said brightly and almost skipped from the room in joy. How could so much pain bring anyone so much happiness? Was he even human?

I pulled on my restraints, but if I couldn't break through rope how could I break through metal?

I didn't have a chance to think about it because he was back. He stepped right up to me and gently pulled my tank top up just enough to see my stomach. My breathing quickened in fear. What was he doing?

Something glistens in the light coming through one tiny window at the top of the room. Silver. A knife.

As soon as I see it, he draws a triangle on my stomach with it. I cry out with the pain of it, but it's a shallow cut. Just barely breaking the surface. It was heal.

"Stop!" I beg, but he laughs at me. The knife goes in to my ribs. He's stabbed me. I scream loud enough that he steps back. It hurts so much. He brings out his wand and the cut seals up instantly, but the pain isn't forgotten. I'm sobbing now, but I don't care I just want to go home.

The chains come undone and I fall to my knees before him. He likes that, I can tell.

"You're going to scream for me." He says, but when he healed my wound so quickly, I didn't seem like he was a big fan of screams.

"Crucio!"

The fire is back and worse than before. He is angry now, but I cant think. It just hurts like nothing I've ever felt before.

"PLEASE!" I screamed, but he doesn't stop. He's so angry and I haven't even done anything.

"Why would you give yourself to a man like him! He's above you!" He snarls in rage. "You are dirt under his shoes!"

"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!"

He doesn't listen and the fire rages on, burning me. The pain never stops and I think I'm about to go mad with it.

Then it's gone, and I bask in relief. It's gone! It hurt so much.

"You're so weak. What does he see in you? You're not even that beautiful."

That stings as petty as it is. It actually hurts my feelings.

"Fuck you." I spat and I look up at him. His face is there. His angry green eyes, nothing like Harry's, and his thin mouth. He's calling me ugly? His jaw line is so small it makes him look 16 and his forehead is much to big for his small beady eyes. His nose looks like it's been broken a few times too.

"Disgusting. I should just kill you and be done with it." He says and I feel fear skid through me uncharted. I don't want to die!

He starts to rant, sounding deranged.

"I just don't understand. Why you? You're ugly, not very smart and just so... plain. There's nothing special about you!" he yells at me.

What hurts the most is he's right. I shouldn't take him seriously, but it just sounds so true.

"You know that by now, don't you?" he says smirking.

"Does he call you Mudblood and make you get on your knees in front of him?" He asked and I almost flushed at the vulgarity of it. Almost. It mostly made me sick.

"No he calls me Miss Granger and sometimes even Hermione you evil bastard!" I screamed and his fist plowed into my face, busting my lip. I rolled on the floor gasping and holding my face as the pain throbbed all over.

"What is wrong with you!" I yelled. Why did there have to be so many crazy men out there?

"Why does he see you?" he yelled right back, just as enraged as me. I cant say. I know I cant say that I signed a contract that makes me have to see him. He lands a kick in my ribs, breaking at least one. He rips off my shirt and throws it across the room. I whimper in fear. I hate where this might be going.

" Why does he want you? Why do you see him so much?" he roars at me. He starts to unbutton my pants, maybe searching for answers but I can't let him. I cant! I don't want him to touch me!

"I signed a contract that's why!" I gasped out and crawl away from him

"Contract?" he echoed, but I feel something washing over me. I almost shout with joy when I realize that it's me breaking the agreement of the contract and it's sending me to Malfoy.

It's getting stronger, but he doesn't notice. He plows his fist into my face, again and again. I feel myself slipping away. It hurts so much.

"Stop!" I beg, but he raises his wand. Just before the word leaves his mouth, I'm gone.

I land flat on my back in Malfoy's bedroom. It's dark and I'm shaking in fear, maybe it's just a trick. What if it wasn't what I thought it was?

"Lumos!"

Light blinds me for a moment and then I scream when I see someone coming near me.

"Hermione? What on earth did you do? We agreed not too…. Oh dear god…" he says when he see's me. I must look terrible, but it's him! Not the faceless man. I liked him better without the face anyway.

"Lucius?" I whimper. It's the first time I've said his name. we both know it. I stand up with a struggle and he's just horrified with me. I sway in place. He rushed to me in just his jeans. I only realize this because I can feel him warm skin against mine.

"I was so scared." I whispered into his chest. I know that he hates me. He made me sign that contract because he wanted to mess with my life for six months. I know I shouldn't lean on him for support when he was my sworn enemy just months ago. I don't have any one else though.

"What happened?" he demanded sharply, pulling me tightly against him. I whine in protest.

"My rib..it's broken." I managed to choke out. He releases his hold, but the pain is too much.

I fall into a less painful darkness with his name on my lips.

A/N: Reviews please. I didn't get as many from the last update as I would have liked! I really want to know if I'm writing a good story and only you guys can tell me. I have planned out the story to the end and I want to remind ever one that there isn't a happy ending.