I remember them. A long time ago. Before this happened. I remember the smell of pancakes and orange juice. Crookshanks sitting by the window. Life was normal. No wars, no fear. Just childhood. Voldemort was gaining power but he was like the Boogy Man. Nothing important. Just a constant fear in the back of one's mind. I never took too much time to think about him unless I was forced to. I remember that day. The day that everything was black. The night seemed to be darker than usual. The lights could barely pierce the darkness. I knew that something had to be wrong but I shrugged it off. Why would anything happen to me. I'm no one. I heard the sounds of a crashing door and then nothing. Two weeks later I realized what happened. I saw the pictures in the newspaper. The one with the fire that was surrounding the house. The headline read: Two assumed dead, daughter found alive. Why me? Why could should I be spared? I lost everything and I had no answers. I begged people to help me. I begged Draco malfoy even. He was a known Death Eater so I thought he could make it better. I wanted the jealousy of seeing happy families anymore. I begged for my life to end.

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"Have you thought about it?" Harry quietly asked. He stood outside her cell. Hermione knew what he had been doing before he came to see her. She heard him. She heard her. The moaning. The begging him to take her away. To rescue her. Harry promised her the world. She gave herself to him. He gave her death. He wished her sweet dreams and left. "Hermione?"

Hermione looked up with tears in her eyes and tried to forget the pain. "Why?"

"Damn it, Hermione! Don't you fucking get it?! I am free now. I don't have a fucking reputation to withhold, I don't have to be fucking perfect. I don't have to hide from the 'bad' guys or feel bad about what I do!" Harry broke through the barrier and slammed her to the ground.

"Ginny?" Hermione choked out while Harry slapped her.

"Ah. A good fuck." Harry smiled. "I have to leave now but I hope you have fun."

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"Baby?" The angelic voice flowed to her ears. Hermione felt a dash of warmth envelop her. Something she hasn't felt in ten years. Love.

"Mom? It's not you. So please leave me alone." Hermione silently cried to herself. Alone.

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"Tsk Tsk. Honey? Why do you have to be so cruel?" Ron smoothly walked into the cell. Hermione felt cold again. She noticed a silent figure in the shadows behind Ron. "You need some manners, young lady." Ron sat on her bed and laid down next to her. He lazily rubbed her side with his palm.

Draco watched Ron with interest. Hermione didn't move away from him and he took note of that. He observed the way she kept her eyes closed and how her mouth moved while she prayed. He praised her courage yet she might just be scared shitless. Either way she kept her ground. Malfoy didn't know the reasoning behind Ron's infatuation with Hermione. He knew about the women Ron has laid with. But Hermione is the only one he wants.

"Draco? Can I?" Ron looked into the shadows where his master hid.

"Of course." Draco didn't know why he said yes but Ron's face lit up like it was Christmas. Draco hid deeper into the shadows. Giving the illusion that he left.

"Did you hear that, pet? I can have you. Remember seventh year when I took your virginity?" Ron asked while pulling her top robe off. She didn't fight.

"I was drunk. Don't act like it was some victory." Hermione said back. Ron gripped her arm hard. She grimaced but didn't yell out. His anger quickly vanished and he began to rub the red marks on her arm. He slowly bent down and kissed it. Then slowly blew over it.

"Well I remember. Your skin still feels the same." He pushed his growing erection into her buttocks. He moaned. She remained still. He rolled on top of her so that he could see her face. "Open your eyes." Hermione kept them closed. Ron hit her the same place that Harry did earlier. She opened them. She stared into his brown chocolate eyes. The very eyes that told her that he would never let anything hurt her. Guess the promise didn't include himself.

He took off his shirt and threw it across the room. She vaguely noticed his chest and the scar he received from playing Quidditch. He kissed her softly on the lips, trying to force entry with his tongue. She didn't respond. Hermione didn't even look at him.

Draco Malfoy was still standing in the shadows watching. It all made sense why Ron wanted her. He 'loved' her in some sick way. Draco chuckled. How bizarre.

I notice the small things when I'm scared. The bugs on the webs. Hanging. Lifeless. I feel the pebbles pushing into my back. In. Out. I feel the eyes on me. Dark and cold. Nothing unusual in a place like this. In. Out. Words whispered in a raspy voice. Then the warmth. Something I haven't completely felt in years. The feeling of blood pumping. In. Out. It spreads to my fingers and toes. Slowly moves towards my stomach. I focus on the eyes surrounded by darkness. You. Just standing there. Waiting. For what? I don't know. Help us all. For soon I will leave this place of darkness and find sanctuary in a pair of warm arms. Does that make me cowardly? Maybe so. But in times like this, what does it matter? Do I sacrifice my life for a pointless cause? Or keep myself alive for selfish reasons? I scream a name, full of passion. A magical pleasure that is brought on by words of power and lust.