Midnight stood at the top of the stairs. The voices had stopped. Water was being run into the sink, which was slowly filling up by the sound of splashing instead

of water hitting metal. Midnight could hear himself breathing, shallow and ragged. Spells everywshere. Stunning spells at that. He needed a wand if he was going to

break out of here. Those spells would be easy to break. A simple counter curse would disarm the entire house and get any off of him. Where would he find an

unattended wand? He had no chance to think about it. "Mum!" a shriek from one of the rooms. Midnight spun around. A red head stuck out of a nearby room. "What

is it, Ginny?" Molly's voice from downstairs this time. Midnight ducked back behind an open door. "Mum, I can't find my jumper!" Ginny shouted down. Great

Midnight thought. She'd be a perfect target. He could take her down and get her wand. But not now. Too risky. He'd wait till everyone was gone or asleep. Maybe it'd

be easier than he thought. Just take it while everyone slept. Simple and quiet. Yeah He thought Like anything ever worked his way. Ginny's footsteps got closer, then

turned a corner. "Hermione," she said. Hermione?! He thought. "Have you seen my jumper?" she continued. Hermione's voice came next from the room who's door he

was hiding behind. "I'm wearing it, Ginny." she said. "I hope you don't mind, but it matched my outfit perfectly." Midnight rolled his eyes. There was a deatheater in their

house yet all they worried about was clothes. Perhaps they didn't know he was there. A smirk made it's wayacross his face. "It's okay," Ginny said softly. "Just tell me

next time,

alright?" she asked. She then left. Hermione Granger. A cruel smile replaced his smirk. She's the that rang that damn bell and caused him to be caught. He'd deal

with her now. Midnight slipped into Hermione's room. Her back was too him. She was sorting through her clothes and putting them, folded, into her dresser. "Hermione

Granger." he said after he had shut the door softly behind him. She spun around to face him. Her color drained and her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened and shut.

Midnight crossed over to her. "We meet again." he said as he threw a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.

Midnight breathed down her neck, causing her hair to flutter slightly. He slid his arm around her waist while keeping her mouth covered with his other. She

was tense. Very tense. Exactly how he wanted her to be. "Well, well, well." Hermione wimpered. "Didn't think we'd meet again so soon, did you? Well, unless I was

on one side of a cell door, and you on the other." he smirked. This was going to be fun. She started to struggle. "Now, now." he said into her ear. "Let's not be hasty.

Let's enjoy our time together." She wimpered again and tried to wriggle free. He tightened his grip on her. "Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?" Midnight asked

softly. She seemed to consider this for a moment, the nodded slowly. He uncovered her mouth. "Please.." she begged. "Please let me go." He rubbed his cheek on

her head. "Why should I?" he asked.

"What's in it for me?" He loosened his grip on her and spun her around. Hermione looked up at him. "Wha...what do you want?" she asked. Did she really need to

ask? He was a man! Not to mention a deatheater who raped girls at his every whim. Was she really that naive? "What do you think I want?" he asked, and as a hint,

he looked her body up and down. She gasped and took a step back. "No, please, no." He stepped closer to her, close enough that his nose was touching hers.

Midnight wrapped his arms around her. Hermione's eyes were filled with fear and something he had never seen before. "Please, don't." she whispered. He smiled

innocently. "Do what?" He asked. "This?" Hermione Granger then "eeped."

He softly kissed her neck. Hermione's breathing quicked, causing Midnight to smirk. Slowly, his lips made their way to her right shoulder. "Are you enjoying

this, love?" he breathed. She only wimpered. She was no longer fighting, but instead seemed to relax to touch. He loosed his grip on her waist. Not a good idea.

Hermione spun, her long, frizzy hair smacking him in the face as she did so. He was so startled that he didn't do anything to stop her. A second later, she was looking

him directly in the eyes, a wand pointed at his chest. Had Midnight
not taken that from her? Guess not. "I t..told you to stop, didn't I?" Hermione said. Midnight didn't say anything. What was there to say? He couldn't very well deny

that. "You'll pay for it." She didn't stutter over that. 'What could she mean?' He wondered. She wasn't exactly capable of much harm. But the adults in the house

were. He shuddered to think of what would happen if that Arthur man got wind of what was being done to Granger. There was no denying it, he had to get that

wand away from the girl. He also didn't want to risk using magic to do so. To much security in this house. Hermione stared at him thoughout his internal monologue,

after awhile her expression changed. Midnight snapped back to the distraction in front of him. He decided on a surprise attack.

Hermione yelped as Midnight tackled her.