Disclaimer: oops, forgot last time! I'm not doing this for money, only my sick pleasure, its all JKs except this particular exploitation of the plot, which I'd rather like to call my own, blah-de-blah.

Of Mudbloods and Death Eaters

22:15 All Hallow's Eve

"Yeah". Snorted one of the hulking figures above Hermione.

"Yes what Gregory", snarled Malfoy.

"Yeah, I would like to know what we're gonna do with 'er", he replied, his perpetually confused look even more pronounced than usual, as his huge eyebrows knitted together.

"I was talking to Granger, you oaf." Malfoy glared at his cronies as if daring them to say anything else. When Goyle shuffled his feet and looked at the floor he returned his attention to the petrified Hermione, incanting "Mobilicorpus!" Then hissing, "Keep a look out", as he began down the passage, Hermione gliding behind like a macabre puppy dog.

Hermione forced herself not to whimper as her hands scraped painfully over the ground. She was so stupid, she should have conquered her fear of heights and taken up flying like Ron, Harry, Ginny and all the others kept telling her to. If she had she'd be a lot fitter, and she wouldn't have got left behind, and wouldn't be here now. What would they do to her? Everyone knew they were all Death Eaters, and to them she was less than human, a crawling, lowly beast, not worthy even to be a slave. A pearly tear ran down her cheek as she watched Malfoy's robes billowing ahead of her, and saw the way the torchlight sparkled upon his white-gold locks. She felt a drop of blood trace a path down her finger, her knuckles were raw now, it felt as if she had been pulled along for miles, her neck ached as her head lolled uncontrollably, bouncing as they descended stairway after stairway.

Finally they stopped. Judging by the damp, moss covered ceiling that was all she could see, they had brought her to the dungeons. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Malfoy flick his wand up and she fell hard to the floor, her skull smacking onto the stone. She fought to remain conscious, eyesight swimming as she examined the group in front of her.

"Right Millicent, you do it. I don't want to touch her filthy mudblood flesh."

Do what? Do what? Hermione panicked trying to focus upon the brutish girl advancing upon her.

Bulstrode crouched down next to her and ran her hand down Hermione's cheek. "Don't worry, be a good little bitch and do what Mummy says and I won't hurt you. Much." She looked at Malfoy and said, "you're going to have to take the spell off her, I can't do this with her all rigid".

Malfoy indicated his wand in Hermione's direction, and she instantly scrambled to her feet and hurled herself at him, but Millicent threw her roughly back against the damp wall. "Bad girl", Malfoy drawled, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into his trademark smirk. "Do that again", he said smoothly, levelling his wand at Hermione's heart, "and I will imperio you."

Hermione sank sobbing to the floor of the dark dungeon room, head in her hands. Bulstrode advanced upon her again. When her hands brushed against her tie, Hermione weakly tried to push her hands away, but she brutally slammed her head against the wall and continued to loosen the fabric. When the knot was undone she ripped it burning from the Gryffindor's neck and chucked it behind her. Crabbe caught it and sniffed it loudly, chortling brutishly. When Bulstrode slipped Hermione's robes from her shoulder's she began to whimper, "No, p-please n-n-no", When the buttons of her shirt were unhurriedly undone, one by one, she tried to scream, but her voice caught, useless, in her throat.

"Silenco!" Malfoy shot at her. "Just in case", he added wolfishly, his eyebrows flicking suggestively skywards.

All Hermione could do was scream silently as her shirt was slid, slowly, oh so slowly, off her, Bulstrode's rough fingers grazing her stomach.

"Look Millicent, I know you're enjoying this, but get a move on or we'll be caught", Malfoy commanded.

Obligingly she hastily pulled of Hermione's shoes and socks, and then violently ripped away her skirt, eyes flashing. Here she hesitated. Hermione looked horrified at her captives, who were all staring hungrily at her. She prayed that it was over, but it wasn't. It was far from over. Gently the vile Slytherin girl lifted her hands behind Hermione's back and undid her bra, pulling it off. Then she removed her knickers. Hermione had never felt so naked in her life, she tried desperately to cover herself as the cotton slid over her skin, but her futile efforts seemed only to further incite the evil excuses for human beings in front of her.

"Evanesco", whispered Malfoy, vanishing the pathetic pile of clothes lying crumpled upon the ground. He pulled a vial of pale blue liquid from his robes, and raised it to eyelevel. He swirled it, studying it intently. "You know what this is, Granger? It's a love potion. The first person you see after you've taken it will be the one you go head over heels for, understand? So as I'm about to force this down your throat, you'd better close your eyes, unless you want it to be one of us." He crossed the room in a flash and grabbed Hermione's chin, forcing her head back. She struggled furiously and he pinched her nose. She tried desperately to keep her lips firmly together but soon she had to gasp for air and he threw the potion down her throat as she screwed her eyes shut, choking and spluttering.

"Done."

Hermione felt someone grab her hair and she was pulled roughly to her feet. She heard Malfoy lift the silencing spell and she said coolly, calmly, "Death Eater bast-", a hand gave her a savage backhand crack and she forced herself to keep her eyes tightly shut. "Didn't think you wanted to finish that, Hermione", came Bulstrode's voice, so close to her lips that her breath tickled her skin, "Ciao, my love", she hissed, and Hermione gasped as a pair of fingers viciously pinched her right nipple so hard she knew it would be black come tomorrow. She stifled fresh tears as she felt the rush of robes moving past her, and heard soft footsteps leaving the room. The door slammed.

Hermione cautiously began to open her eyes. "Keep them shut", came Malfoy's voice swiftly, "I'm still here". She felt him advance toward her and stumbled backwards into the slimy masonry of the dungeon wall, heart racing. She didn't know how close he was…

"Right here Granger."

She gasped as his hand tangled itself in her hair and yanked her head sideways. He was close, so close, yet not touching her; there must have been a millimetre of air between their bodies. The cold, hard wood of his wand, so like its owner, lightly caressed the tender skin just below her right ear. He dragged the point slowly down her jugular, then jabbed it hard into her pulse point. "I can feel your life against my wand tip". His voice came as a tempest of air against her ear. "Beating as fast as a butterfly's wing; so delicate, so fragile, so innocent. Part of my soul wants to take it and feel it flap helplessly against me, to crush it, control it, kill it. But I won't. This is all just because you're a Gryffindor butterfly, and I'm a Slytherin serpent, UNDERSTAND ME? Snakes devour butterflies. Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix; they despise one another! That's why I'm doing this. I hate Gryffindors!" He pushed his wand into her throat so hard she choked. "I AM NOT A DEATH EATER!"

And he was gone. In a rush of air Draco had silently exited the room. Hermione heard the bolt slide home like a Basilisk across a dusty floor.

She slid to the floor, tears pouring down her cheeks, hands clasped around her neck. Not a Death Eater? It wasn't possible, just look at his father! But it wasn't fair to judge him by his parents, Hagrid was half giant and as docile as a teddy bear. "But who other than a Death Eater would do this to me?" She thought desperately, "I must just keep my eyes closed, Ron and Harry will find me eventually. They have the map. Then I can explain to them, and they can find an antidote." But something else was happening to her, her vision was clouding and her eyelids growing heavy. "Malfoy! Oh God, he must have spiked the potion with sleeping draught. I MUST remember to keep my eyes shut when I wake up, I must, I must, I-I-I MUST, I mu-mu-must…"

And Hermione Granger collapsed upon the dungeon floor.

AN.

This fic was originally going to be a Halloween one-shot, but then I developed a plot that just led us through a few pranks, then I got loads of ideas so now I've got a really detailed story-line planned out and its going to be a full-length fic!

I've started putting the time when each chapter is meant to start at the beginning of each one, just to put it all into context. It's gonna be one long, action packed night!

BTW, this was done and ready to be posted on Sunday, but I couldn't log in coz of Fanfic updating their system. So I didn't break my promise!

Please review! Love Khamsin.