It had all been a blur. She lay in a room now, her hands on her tummy and tears silently streaming down her face. Harry had hugged her and told her that she was safe now, but all she could cry out was Draco's name. She wouldn't say anything else, and finally, they had to tug Harry of Hermione and she was placed in a room to calm down.
She was so worried. She didn't know what would happen to Draco. She felt horrible, fishing she could have taken him with her when she dove for that portkey. Could she have? Perhaps she could have somehow grabbed his hand. She shook her head.
No, Hermione. This isn't your fault. This isn't your fault. That didn't stop her from crying herself to sleep. Something she hadn't done in months.
"I'm going to ask again." He was tied and beaten, his skin black and blue and his shoulders trembling as he shook. His blonde hair was matter with blood and his eyes dropped as he fought back. "Where have you sent my pet?"
Draco looked up at his former master and glared, wincing as it stretched the cut across his eyebrow. Voldemort had calmed, and he twirled the wand between long thin fingers, watching the young man with narrowed slits.
"Somewhere, she will be, safe." The poor boy panted.
"Do not test me more then you already have." Voldemort hissed angrily, circling him. "You sent away what was mine boy. Mine. You know I don't appreciate it when people do away with my possessions."
"She doesn't belong to you." Draco hissed and Voldemort let a cruel smile slip onto his thin lips.
"Who's is she? Yours?" He mocked. A wave of sadness hit Draco hard, and he only just managed to force the words: "No. She doesn't belong to anybody."
A mad cackle echoed off the wall as the dark lord laughed. Slowly it died down and became a soft chuckle.
"Draco, Draco, Draco." And then suddenly the cruciatus curse was upon him again, but he refused to scream. He wouldn't do. He wouldn't give in. He would stay strong. For her. It was lifted and he was pulled up off the floor as fingers wrapped around his chin, forcing him to look up into ruby red eyes. "You don't seem to get it. What I want, becomes mine eventually. Where. Is. She?" Draco sneered at him and he was thrown to the ground, his head hitting marble and bouncing painfully. "You give me no choice," And suddenly, pain erupted throughout Draco's entire body, worst than any curse played upon him.
He screamed, and he felt as if he were drowning. Then suddenly, in front of him, stood… Draco. He collapsed as he glared up at the man who now took his form, he shakily looked down at his own hands, which to his relief still very much resembled his own.
"You bastard." Draco spat at the him that was not really him. "You plan on luring her out."
"Oh yes." The smirk on his own face was cruel. "And I'll get Potter with it. Killing two birds with one stone really." He motioned to two death eaters who were standing at the door with their mouths hanging open in shock. "Don't just stand there you idiots. Throw him into his cell to rot and call the rest to the hall. We have a black haired rat to catch and a pretty curly brown lioness to tame."
A/N: OMG I'm SOOOOOO SORRY. Its been like a year, but so much has been happening in my personal life and it was just not a good time period at all, but I'm back! This was just a quick filler and for me to ask you something.
Okay, so, important question, how should this work? Should Hermione become Voldemort's pet for a while and get some Hermione X Voldemort going on? I'm really unsure but if you guys want it you'll get it! Don't worry though, it wouldn't be how the story ends I promise. ;)