Hermione was sitting silently in her room at Hogwarts. She was head girl and shared a common room with Harry. She was sitting with her head on her knees, her legs drawn in tightly to her body.

Harry and Hermione had been going out for some time but Harry was acting differently. Harry had started to rape Hermione and he had just left her room to take a shower. Hermione had fresh bruises and cuts all over her body from what had just happened. He had been more violent this time than any time before.

Hermione slowly got up so as to not cause any more damage to her already broken body. She walked to the door and tightly locked the door with a spell that only a non-existent key could open. As she walked back to her bed she looked grimly at herself in the mirror. She looked almost as bad as she felt. But as she stared into the mirror, she realized that she deserved all of this. She deserved all this pain and hurt she felt. She deserved every bit of shame she had. She deserved this life for whatever wrong she had done.

Hermione had a bathroom connected to her room that she walked into to take a bath. The bathroom was large with red and gold marble everywhere; it made the room look like it had caught fire. There was a large shower with a red glass door, gold towels sat on shelves next to red wash clothes. There was a large sink that stretched along an entire side of the room with a mirror following it all the way to the walls. Hermione's bath and body products were neatly arranged in a cabinet that was at the left end of the sink. There was a door that led to a toilet off to the side of the room. In the center of the room there was a large, red, garden tub. Hermione filled her bath with warm water and looked into the mirror.

Hermione was white as a ghost. She didn't like to go outside if it could be helped. Her ribs were slightly visible from months of starvation. Her hair was a darker brown and lightly curled a little past her shoulders; it was cut in a Gothic fashion with two purple streaks in the front that were shorter than the rest of her hair. Hermione had turned Goth over the years. As she looked in the mirror her black make-up was smeared around her brown eyes and her painted black lips. In the red and golden room Hermione looked out of place.

The tub filled quickly and Hermione grabbed a towel and got into the steamy water; she didn't have to take her clothes off, Harry had ripped them off for her. The warm water hit her body and she sighed as it gave her some relief. She had to tell some one about this. But who? She couldn't go on living like this and she knew it. No one was there for her anymore. Everyone had either died or abandoned her. She looked at what appeared to be a crack in the marble side of the tub and taped it with her wand. The marble popped up to reveal a secret compartment with blades in it. She knew she'd be beaten if she cut her skin, but she already felt so much pain. She slowly drew the blade across her skin making a large gash on her shoulder.

Hermione wanted to die. She couldn't get around that fact. She washed her wounds and got out of the bath to dry off. She looked into the mirror and asked her reflection, "Who do I trust now?". She thought of all the possibilities, but came up with only one person... Draco. He had saved her once, she wondered if he could do it again. Draco had not made head boy because Harry was more famous from the war. Hermione ran to her room and dressed herself in a tight fitting black shirt, with a seductive purple fairy on it, and a purple skirt with her knee-high leather boots.

Hermione ran to find Draco. She found him hiding in their secret room. Draco had become like a brother to her since he saved her from Voldemort before the war ended. The room had deep purple walls with a dark green ceiling and matching green carpet. There was a maple bed with a forest green bed spread. On the opposing wall was a violet couch. Draco was lounging on the couch with a book in hand; he looked up when Hermione had opened the door. Draco smiled but the smile instantly disappeared when he saw Hermione's tear-stained face and bruised body. Without warning Hermione dropped to the ground. Draco rushed to her side, caught her and laid her on the bed. Draco knew he couldn't wake her, he'd have to wait and it could be hours before she came to.

Flashback

Voldemort had a new girl slave that would go to his favorite servant, Draco Malfoy. He after all was the highest bidder on her flesh.

Hermione was in a dungeon. It was the middle of summer holiday leading into her 6th year. She heard people talking outside the door about her. From their conversation she found out about what fate was planned for her and she felt fear grip her heart as she heard a key slide into the lock.

Draco walked into the small cell Hermione had been assigned to. She was lying, naked, on the cold floor. Draco unlocked the shackles around her neck, wrists, and ankles.

Hermione was too weak to stand and she was surprised she hadn't passed out from weakness and hunger. Draco picked her up and apearatted back to his room at the Malfoy manner. He laid her on his bed and she cowered into the headboard trying to make herself disappear.

"I'm not going to hurt you", Draco stated.

"I was sold to you as a sex slave by Voldemort. You're going to rape me and kill me.", Hermione said timidly.

"Granger, I bought you to save your ass not so you could please me."

"So you're going to let me go?"

"Yes, Granger. I was trying to save you from a worse fate than some one raping you."

"Thank you"

Draco looked at Hermione's naked body as if for the first time. He thought she was beautiful. The bruises could be healed and the dirt could be washed away. Draco thought about how she had really filled out, how she had the perfect form.

Reluctantly Draco handed Hermione a purple silk robe and Hermione accepted it gratefully.

"I will give you clothes and you can take a shower but after that you have to leave here. I have your wand and I'll give it back to you, after you leave here I suggest you take The Night Bus back to your house or the Leaky Caldron, if Voldemort destroyed your house." Draco told Hermione. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay and be the slave he wanted her to be.

"Thank You, Draco."

End Flashback

Draco looked her over and wondered who put all the bruises on her. He would kill anyone who threatened her life. Draco gently removed Hermione's boots and conjured a cool damp cloth from no where and placed it on her head. He sat down next to her and prepared himself for the wait.