Sorry bout not telling everyone about the rape scene, well it's not a rape scene really. I just didn't rea;;y want to write a scene about a 40 something year old raping an 18 year old. If you REALLy want me too write me and if I get enough I will. (shudders) But for a couple of chapters I think it'll be a bit dark. But have no fear Draco to the rescue! I think you'll like his outfit. But review me about my story, I'm starting to feel so unloved. Lemon in the future, but keep with me. Now on with the story.

Draco was bent over his trunk of clothing. He had dragon hide pants, a black dragon hide vest, and he fished out of the trunk, a pair of large dragon hide boots. Pulling on a black cloak, he grabbed his wand and a puch of healing potions. Putting his broom over his shoulder, he walked out into the hall. Harry stood next to the door in an out fit closely resembling Draco's. Except he had a tank top on and a leather jacket instead of a cloak.
"Copy cat." Draco mumbled. Taking the small glass orb from his pocket, he spoke Dumbledore's name.
"Yes?" Albus' face appeared.
"Same place as Volde's old hang out or are we on a search?" he said tersely.
"Same. Draco, just don't get yourself killed like Percy." He said softly. Draco put the orb away and walked toward the front of the school. Outside it was dark, raining heavily, and cold. As the two walked quietly down the halls, running footsteps came up behind them.
"Harry! Wait!" Draco and Draco turned to see a desperate looking Ron chasing after them in his jeans and sweater. "I'm coming too!" His broom over a shoulder and his old worn dragon hide boots thumping, Draco growled underneath his breath.
"Put this on, you're unequipped." Draco took off his cloak and flung it at Weasley. "If you do come, this is for Hermione. Remember that, no more fame searches for Potter or you." He looked to Harry. "Potter knows and you can ask him, Weasel." He turned again and kept walking.
"What died?" Ron muttered to Harry.
"Hermione got kiddnapped and your old rat might kill her." Harry left out the rape part seeing Draco just might kill Ron. Ron paled.
"He might," He gulped. "Kill her?" Harry nodded grimly. They arrived at the front doors and walked out through the mahogany dors to the downpour.
Draco mounted his broom and kicked off, leaving Harry and Ron to follow. His jaw set in a rigid line and his grey eyes narrowed, daring anyone to mess with him. And the three flew off into the night.
Hermione cried in a little ball on the floor. Naked, shivering, and beaten beyond words, all she could do for comfort is cry. Peter, or as he has renamed himself, Dark Silver, was off telling Dumbledore of her demise. She wished the bastard would kill her and save her the pain. But that wouldn't be painful, so he had to torture her.
Around her neck was a leather coller with a padlock at the clasp. For hours she had tried to undo it, but to no avail. Her hair was mussed from, Dark Silver's pulling on it, while he was raping her. On her arms and legs, bruising was forming in finger shapes.
The door to her cell opened once again and Dark Silver stood there with a leash and a whip. Hermione shivered at the thoughts of what he planned to do with those items.
"Time for another go deary. Oh and don't worry about pregnancy, I put a charm on you making sure you don't." He smiled and Hermione began crying again. "Silence!" He roared. The whip lashed out and bit into the skin of her arm, creating a deep gash. She quieted to silent tears. He stepped forward and hooked the leash onto her collar. "Come we shall do this in a better enviroment."
Tugging on the leash, she crawled behind him, until he forced her to walk. Other Death Eaters who had escaped, floated in the halls and watched her naked body be tugged behind their new leader. Hermione tried futiley to cover herself, as one touched her back. Dark Silver threw her into a room and he followed as she backed against the wall.
"Let me go." She whimpered as he stapped forward and trapped her inbetween his arms. He took out his wand and traced from her chin to her navel.
"Now, if I did that. It wouldn't be fun." He slipped off his cloak and unzipped his jeans. "But this is." He entered her roughly and Hermione cried out in pain. "Oh this is fun." He began thrusting into her hard, his silver hand had the blade out once again and he began making cuts into her chest.
Deep cuts spelling out. ' S-E-X-T-O-Y ' The blood creeped down her chest, over her nipples, and heading for her stomach. Dark Silver leaned over and licked the blood off her breasts. Hermione tried to push him off, but her strength had deminished from being starved and she was subjected to being raped once again. Her shoulders smacked against the wall from the force of his thrusts and she screamed even more.
"Uh, GOD! You're so tight! You're the best fuck I've had since one of Master's old whores." He bit her nipple and Hermione cried out. Blood was smeared all over his face and he licked his blood coated lips. Gripping her thighs he was thrusting madly and was about to succumb. He groaned and came in her. He pulled out and she fell to the ground sobbing. He wiped his face and kicked her. "Get up!" He yanked her leash, choking her. "Bitch, I want to fuck more." Go to the bed." She was sobbing and didn't hear him. He took out his whip and whipped her back several times drawing blood. She stumbled over and fell face down onto the large black bed.
"No, no, no, no." She sobbed. She felt her back side being tugged up and pushed further onto the bed.
"Oh yes." She hoarsely screamed when she felt him ram into her rear entrance. Clutching the sheets, she cried as her body moved with the thrusts. Her breasts shook from the force. His hands came to them and grabbed them roughly. Yanking her upper body up and fondling her breasts, licked her shoulders. She turned away as her body jerked up from the wild hummping of her rapist. His hand left her breast and creeped down to finger her. Her head shook from the horrible feeling consuming her. She didn't want this but her body was going against her and was cumming against her will.
"NO!" She screamed and came against his hand. He smeared her blood and cum mixed fluid on her stomach and chest. His fingers came up and made her suck on them. She refused until they shoved in cutting her lip.
Throwing her body back down, his blade finger went on her back and began tracing out the words. ' D-A-R-K-S-I-L-V-E-R-'-S ' The blood seeped from the cuts onto the black comforter. He groaned and came into her rectum. Pulling out he left her in the room and swept out dressing on the way. She sobbed on the bed, clutching the covers.
"Draco, where are you?" She sobbed.
Draco whipped around the pillars of the castle, spells zipping past his head. Every so often he would send one back and a Death Eater would fall off his broom send a few with him. Entering through a window in the tallest tower, he threw his broom down and ran into the hall.
"Hermione!" He yelled. He headed for the stairs and began to descend them.
"OH so the young Mr. Malfoy has finally come. How delightful." Draco whipped around to see Peter smirking at him. In his real hand he held his wand and on his silver hand shone blood. His eye drifted to the blood and widened thinking of Hermione. "If your wondering aboyut your little lady friend, I have her in the room, just over there." He pointed to the room over Draco's shoulder. "But I don't think you're going to be able to get her by the time I'm through." He smiled. Draco's grey eyed flared.
"First you curse her, then you take her away, then you rape her, don't even think I'll let you kill her." H ground out.
"Oh, but she wishes she was dead." He put out his silver hand. "She was a good little fuck and nice tits too. Big, round,"
"SHUT UP!" Draco screamed. He whipped out his wand, but then put it away smiling. He grabbed a small bottle from under his cloak and threw it infront of him. It let a toxic gas out and he ran for the room. It provided a good smoke screen and he entered the room only to have to choke back rising bile in his throat.
There lay a broken, bruised, and still crying Hermione. Curled up in a ball on the large bed.
"Hermione?" He whispered. She kept crying. "Accio Firebolt!" He roared. Seconds later the broom was in his hand and was moving toward the bed. He looked at Hermione and cursed. "What have they done to you honey?" He reached out to touch her, and the second he touched her, she flinched and cried.
"Don't touch me!" She whimpered.
"Hermione, it's me. Draco. I've come to take you to Hogwarts." He said softly. "Peter is due any second, come on!" He went ot touch her again and she still shrank back.
"How do I know it's you? You might be Dark Silver and have drank Polyjuice potion." She burst out.
"Because, I took you to the Holloween Ball. I took you back to your room when you came to watch me play Quidditch in the rain." He said softly looking into her puffy eyes. She had looked up and was crying.
"I wanna go home." Was all she said. Draco took from his pouch a cloak and wrapped her in it. Mounting his broom he settled Hermione on it and jumped out the window.
Peter had just gotten into the room to see them leave.
"I'll get you yet Malfoy. And that Potter kid too!" (now the evil witch from the Wizard of OZ jumps in and whacks him over the head "That's my line you dope!")

Wow! I can't belive I wrote that, eeewwwww, I hate rape. But it was part of the story. Like Hate? Whatever, just tell me with ideas and what not. Oh I feel stupid because today I just found where I can read my reviews (hides behind chair) think of how stupid I feel? Well I love all the reviews. I didn't think so many people would like my story. But I'll try and belt out some more today because I'm on a roll. PLUS I love Draco and Hermi! If you couldn't tell.