Tears ran down her unusually clammy cheeks, irritating her skin but having no choice but let the tears run it's own course, as she could not wipe them away. Malfoy scared her, he was a cold hearted person. So okay, he cared about his mother then but what about now? Had he been successful in severing all connections that 'weakened' him? And the other memory...of his face when he said The Dark Lord 'needed' her brain...what exactly did that mean?
She didn't like the darkness. At least the last time she was here she was unconscious...now she was wide awake with some rats for company. But considering other organisms in this place, they almost seemed friendly. She shifted slightly on the cold floor, digging uncomfortably into her lower back and buttocks. Her arms and legs were filled with pins and needles, but those damn shackles were relentless.
She heard footsteps above and she tensed, almost as if she was scared that the person above would hear her shallow pants of air...Then she heard another noise, it sounded more clearer and heavier. She ceased breathing for a minute and listened hard. It sounded like...footsteps! Coming down the stairs! More than one pair if she wasn't mistaken.
So Malfoy's coming to finish what he threatened, is he? And he's bringing some help as well...how quaint, however evil he may seem he still needs someone to hold his hand...
Hermione knew the other person wouldn't be holding Malfoy's hand...more like cheering him on as he beat her senseless and then have a go themselves...
She closed her eyes, peering through her eyelashes at where she presumed the door was. They'd probably kick her anyway so why should she bother looking at their smug faces, with their hoods piled around their shoulders...
Boom!The door crashed open and she quickly shut her eyes, not wanting to look into Malfoy's...The footsteps stopped and a gruff voice reached her ears...
"I'll take the first turn, you have a go after..."
"Why is it always you first? I'm going to be the first.." a loud, familiar voice yelped.
Hermione frowned. Neither of their voices sounded like Malfoy's...and what did they mean first? First to do what?
"No! I havn't enjoyed a virgin in a long time, while you do one every other week!" the first voice commanded.
"What if we both take her at the same time?" came the second voice.
"That sounds like a good idea..." the first voice said, too excitedly for her liking.
Hermione lay there, her eyes firmly shut and trying not to scream, or cry in terror. She tried to keep her legs from shaking slightly but failed miserably. Luckily it seemed they didn't notice...
"Oh look, it's shaking..."came a voice. Harsh, loud laughter rang out, echoing around the room several times that caused Hermione's lips to tremble.
Hermione opened her eyes, taking in Crabbe and Goyle lumbering towards her, looking as if they were mentally undressing her with their eyes.
Crabbe stopped moving clumsily closer to her so suddenly that Goyle bumped into him with a loud oof!
"What if Draco finds out? He'll kill us!" Crabbe looked suddenly very unsure. Hermione mentally thanked the fear Draco held over these two oafs of men.
Goyle scratched his head. "Well he wouldn't know, will he?"
"Idiot! What if he tries to fuck her and doesn't find that thing...you know, that says if your a virgin or not ..and then he knows someones fucked her.."
"Well, how does he know she was a virgin before she came here?" came Goyle's voice, looking almighty proud of himself.
"Your right..." Crabbe grunted, scratching his bottom.
Crabbe walked over and hitched up her skirt, then his huge fingers fumbled on the buttons of her blouse. Finding it impossible to get it undone he wrenched it open, buttons scattering everywhere and one actually hitting Goyle in the eye.
Goyle looked around, wondering where that mysterious thing that hit him had come from...He kept looking up at the ceiling for a good five minutes.
Crabbe leant back to view what had got Draco all in a hype and protective about, and to his standards, she wasn't much. She looked easy to break with one finger. He gazed at her black knickers, modest and plain with her matching bra. Her breasts were agreeable, around a B or C cup but Crabbe preferred women a bit like him...with some meat on them. "Please.." Hermione looked up at Crabbe and noticed Goyle was still looking at the ceiling. To her that was the least of her problems. She hated the both of them...more than Malfoy? Yes...At least he hadn't tried raping her yet, and she'd rather get a few cuts on her head and bruises on her shins than be violated...
"Oh look she's begging...that's seriously turning me on..."Crabbe rasped, starting to undo his trousere. Hermione turned her head away, allowing salty tears track down the edges of her eyes and run into her hair.
Hermione closed her mouth, whimpers forming form her throat. She took a deep breath. What can I do? What can I do? This is going to disgust me, but what if I tried SEDUCING them...god forbid...
She turned her head to face Crabbe again and keeping her eyes trained on his pig like face, she tried to say in an assuring tone..."You don't have to worry...I'm not a virgin..." she lied. It seemed to work as both Crabbe and Goyle focused on her face. She maintained eye contact, much to her revulsion but necessary for her escape... She said in a low voice, that some may have mistaken as a sultry tone...
" If you unshackle me I can show that I'm just not brilliant at studying, but am well practised at paying attention to certain parts of a body..." she kept a fixed smile on her face, and for effect blinked twice, or others may call it, fluttering your eyelashes. This really pained her...
Gawfing met her ears. Of course not being bright, Crabbe leant over and took off her shackles. She scrambled up and threw off her shirt and skirt, not wanting to wear anything they'd touched. She noticed Crabbe's wand discarded on the floor and she inched over to it as Crabbe's and Goyle's eyes lingered on her discarded clothing.
"Imperio!" she cried, pointing at Crabbe and then at Goyle. Immediately blank looks came over their faces.
I want you, Crabbe to massage Goyle's balls, and you Goyle to moan-'God, that feels so good'. Also I want you both to sit by the wall as I conjure up shackles...
She pulled her hood even further down her face as she stepped into the grand hallway. Hermione looked ahead and felt freedom inches away from her fingertips..Or in this case, metres..She started walking fast, head bent and praying that alarm would not be raised.
Hermione stropped abruptly as she saw Malfoy come through the main doors. He stood there for a moment, his grey eyes completely focused on her and Hermione nearly stopped breathing for a moment. She stayed trapped under his gaze but then he looked beyond her, towards the steps to the cellar, a crease forming on his forehead as he started towards her.
Hermione couldn't move. She remained frozen besides her hand tightening around her wand as he came closer and closer...Any minute now he was going to turn on her...yank her hood off and drag her by the hair to her cell...
But he was going to pass her...passing...passed. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued on her path...
Malfoy looked at the back of the figure hurrying away. Small quick steps, quite short...well the shortest deatheater anyway aside Wormtail.
He turned to face the steps and noticed footprints in the dust. Of course there were his tracks and Grangers too, but he noticed fresher ones. Two sets of pairs, quite wide and broad. He peered into the darkness, wondering who had dared to walk down there...
He pulled out his wand from his back pocket and walked down the steps calmly, his lighted wand casting the shape of the door, on it's hinges thrown back against the wall..
The grip on his wand tightened visibly, almost snapping it into two as he stepped into the room, casting his eyes to see if there were any unwelcome visitors. His eyebrows rose considerably higher as he took in Crabbe and Goyle, shackled against the wall, dressed in only their undergarments, a very unpleasant view if he might add.
His expression grew frostier and suddenly, in his fury, he kicked the wall, hard and Crabbe and Goyle jumped, looking petrified.
"That bitch!" he all but yelled and growled. He turned on his heel and walked to the entrance of the room.
"Dra...Draco...cou...could you le...let us out...per...per...please" came Goyle's voice.
He stopped, a muscle jumping in his jaw, trying to control his anger and not swivel around and kill those two imbeciles on the spot. However, he did turn around.
"Where is she?" he asked, his voice low and a hint of anger just discernible.
"We...we don't know..."
"Dammit! What are you doing here! Where can she go?"
Something flickered in his memory. A deatheater in the hallway. Quite small, and pausing when he had saw him. Then he had thought it was because out of respect, but maybe, just maybe, it was out of fright. The way the hood had turned as he walked past and the unmistakable way the person's hand had closed around it's wand. How could he have been so stupid? That deatheater had not been a deatheater at all! It had been the mudblood!
"I'll deal with you two later, " he growled and leapt up the stairs, three at a time. He skidded onto the hallway, ignoring the disapproving looks the portraits were giving him. He ran out onto the driveway and his shoes grew dirtier as he pounded up to the front gates. Draco looked at the snake engraved on it and said loudly and clearly-
"Did you see a person in robes a few minutes ago? She didn't go through the gate, but maybe by air?" he asked urgently.
The snake's mouth opened. "Indeed I did," it hissed, "Heading north."
Draco bowed his head, pushing his frustration to one side and thinking hard. "North, north, north...Why would she go north? There's nothing important up there...except- except Hogwarts! Dammit! Fuck! She's going there! But why didn't she apparate? Why take a form of transport she hates?" he questioned aloud as if that'd help him pluck the answers out from nowhere.
He looked around and then determindly rose his wand. "Accio broom!"
A chase was in order...
A/N:- hiya! eMM...i'm listening to Celine Dion while I'm typing this, so excuse me if I'm swaying along as I type this..So yep, here's the next chapter...if you have a question, pop me a line, and if you find any mistakes you can do that as well...I posted this today or else I wouldn't have the time till next weekend, so yeah...
Next chapter? Err, Well I guess Draco catches up with her but no worries! He doesn't drag her back to imprisonment...more along blackmailing...but until then, bye! )