A/N: sorry for the short chapter, leading up to a bigger one I promise. Reviews please, as I am sure you can tell I need all the help I can get. Thanks again for reading! -much love, Florence Xoxoxxo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 3

Waking up from the cold floor she sat up quickly, a bit too quickly not having a proper meal and feeling sick to her stomach as the events of yesterday flashed in her memory. She couldn't help it; she crawled to the corner of the room and threw up. As she lay back down in the corner trying to get a hold of herself, to control the tears that once again began to fall. How had this happened she thought to herself? How had they been tipped off so fast at the ministry? Did Harry and Ron make it to safety? Had they destroyed the Horcrux? Where they out looking for her? Would they find her more importantly?

As all of the questions came to her the tears still falling she sat up and curled her legs to her chest. You will be okay Hermione Jean Granger, she said out loud as if hearing her own voice would calm her. She stood then stretching, looking around the dark room. I am the brightest witch of my age. I will find a way out of this; I will escape today, but how? How she to escape, Umbridge was a lot of things but she was clever and she was thorough. She paced in the room thinking to herself, trying hard to forget how badly she had to use the restroom. Soon she was sure Umbridge would come into the room, Hermione could try and surprise her and take her by force grab a wand and make a run for it. This plan had many holes in t she was aware. Firstly she was naked, so if she did manage to make it out she would be immediately spotted running naked. She also had no clue where Umbridge's home was located; she could be walking into something much more dangerous. Not to mention she was sure the door was locked by lots of magic, by the time she got to and started trying to charm her way out of it Umbridge would no doubt be nearly upon her. No escaping and not having a full plan wouldn't do, she would have to come up with something better.

Sitting back down as far away from the throw up she could get she thought some more. She was going to have to pacify Umbridge she was going to have to act like she was being a good little witch and gain some trust and work her way out. The idea of calling the foul woman 'Mistress' made her sick to her stomach again, but she would have to. She knew it would be difficult she knew she would have more scars from the experience than she ever did after a battle but she would make it. When she was out of there she would go find her friends. She would never tell them what she had to do to escape and then she would beg. Beg for someone to erase this horrible part of her memory. Yes, that was how she was going to make it; she was going to try her hardest to do what she had to do. She was going to have to learn to hold her tongue and well may being holding her tongue would get her in trouble again. She snorted at the dark thought as is crossed her mind. She was going to do this; she was going to be the best damn actor and she going to be free.

Now that she had made up her mind on a plan she felt more in control. She scanned over her body; she realized now how much pain she was in. She stood and turned to see her bottom, it was glowing red. She winced as she touched her swollen bum. She had a few bruises here and there and she felt her head she felt a huge knot and what felt like a lot of dried blood. She was sure she looked a mess, she wondered vaguely if she was going to be allowed to shower and clean herself up. She knew she smelt awful she had sweat so much yesterday and she felt sticky. She laid back down on the floor closed her eyes again and tried to get some more sleep while she waited for Umbridge to come. The last thoughts she had before drifting back to sleep was going to be okay, she was going to survive.