Disclaimer:I will never ever own Harry Potter.

A/N:Thanks to bloomsgurl1922 - glad you like the first chapter, Super - my ever faithful reader. As soon as this convention is over I will sit and R&R yours and I won't move till I've read everyone....promise, Wendy - I agree, tis kinda scary the thought of Lucius with a heart, Kay - I didn't think the beginning was that interesting but I'm glad you liked it enough to review anyway, Jo - Let's hope that the whole story is good, Resaispoe - I know it's a weird angle but I just had to do it, it wouldn't leave me alone, Kala - I just got your review when I was writing these thank you's. Glad you think it's original, let's hope I keep it that way. Thanks to my great beta for just being my beta. I'm glad that people to seem to be liking it so far. Not looking forward to my first flame but I'm sure it will come. I've seen other stories with this pairing get completed ripped apart.....so.....feel free to rip apart but try to be gentle please. Enjoy.

Chapter Two

Hermione jumped when the painting said hello. She hadn't noticed the empty frame when she had looked around before. It was hung up above the bed. She positioned herself so that she could see it better. It was a painting of Lucius himself.

"Come to spy on me?" she spat hatefully.

"You should be grateful for my presence, mudblood." He spat back with equal hate.

"I'd rather be tortured." She spun round on the bed, turning her back him.

"Be careful what you wish for." He told her slyly. Hermione sighed and lay down. It was all starting to sink in. A Death Eater was holding her captive and Voldemort was more than likely going to kill her. She'd never see her parents again or Harry and Ron. Tears were escaping from her eyes. She roughly wiped them away and sat up. She looked across at the door leading to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would keep her calm. She could start to feel her body shake from fear.

Hermione came out of the bathroom wearing a dark green towel with her wet hair hanging loosely round her shoulders. She walked straight to the wardrobe to inspect what sort of clothes they had. She was surprised to find a variety of clothes, all for a girl and all her size. She wondered who they had belonged to as she had a look through the drawers. She finally settled on a set of pyjamas which consisted of a pair of silk shorts with a cotton vest top. She knew it would be while before it was time for bed but she wanted to be comfortable.

Hermione dropped the towel and gave out a slight scream when she heard a wolf whistle. Without turning round, she picked the towel back up.

"Go away." She growled to the floor.

"Never." The painting replied. She couldn't see it but she could hear it smile in its comment. Hermione picked up the pyjamas and some underwear which she found in the drawers and stormed back into the bathroom.

It was yet another extravagant room with a black marble, swimming pool sized bath taking up the centre of the room. A shower was in one corner surrounded by glass panels. Behind the door was a mahogany cabinet that was almost as large as the wardrobe in the bedroom. Against one side of the room was a long green marble counter that covered the length of the wall. There was a sink dipping into the middle of it with elaborate gold taps. Underneath were mahogany cupboards with gold snakes as handles.

Hermione walked back into the bedroom fully clothed and dabbing her hair with a towel. She scowled when she saw the painting was still there. Food appeared on the desk as she started to climb on to the bed. She ignored it and got under the covers. She was in no mood for food. She just wanted to be back at Hogwarts, scolding Harry and Ron for not doing their homework.

"Not going to sleep are you?" The painting asked with a sneer. Hermione ignored it, throwing the towel on the floor. She snuggled into the pillows; letting the warmth take over her. That's when the reality of it all truly hit her.

Lucius had been pacing his study when his painting returned.

"Well?" He demanded.

"She's quite a boring mudblood really."

"Get on with it." He snapped.

"Let me see," The painting drawled, "she had a shower, put some pyjamas on to that divine body of hers. Well, from what I saw it was divine, for a mudblood. She ignored the food you sent and then spent the last hour crying till she fell asleep." Lucius smiled and disapperated with a pop. He appeared in Hermione's room at the bottom of the bed. He walked round to the right side of the bed and just simply watched her sleep. It was frustrating him that he had shown kindness to her.

Her damp hair was slightly falling over her face. Ever so gently, he brushed it away. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. What had she done to him to make him feel that flutter? He didn't have feelings for anyone or anything anymore. So how did that one get through? What confused him even more was that he had seen her at least five times before they had kidnapped her and not once had she given him that flutter then.

'Yes but she's now a young lady, not a little girl anymore.' A voice chorused in his mind. His eyes widened at the voice. Where had that come from? Just as Lucius was about to stroke her cheek, his left arm started burning painfully. His master wanted him. Lucius took one last look at her and disapperated.

Hermione suddenly woke up, feeling as though someone had been in the room with her. She looked up at the painting to find an empty frame. She looked around the room but no one was there. Maybe she had just felt the painting leave. She slumped back down on the pillow. She had a feeling of utter despair. She was never going to see any of her loved ones ever again and the chances were that she would be dead by the end of the week.

Hermione wanted to cry but there were no more tears left to cry. She sat up and looked around the room again. She needed something to occupy her. Then she saw them. Three glorious books, sat on top of the wardrobe. She quickly got out of the bed and pulled the chair from the desk to the wardrobe. She stood on the chair but couldn't reach the books. She started to stand on the tips of her toes, stretching as much as her body would allow her. She gasped when she felt her balance fail her and she began to fall.

She tried to grab for anything that would stop her falling but all she got was thin air. Hermione tensed her body, waiting for the connection of her body to the floor and for the pain that would follow. Instead, what she got was a pair of strong arms wrapped round her. She opened her tightly shut eyes to see who had been her hero and found herself looking into a pair of cold, piercing grey eyes. Lucius walked over to the bed with her and dropped her on it like a ton of bricks.

"You really should be more careful, Miss Granger." Lucius looked down at her like filth. Hermione scrabbled to the head of the bed and backed herself up against the wall. All defiance against him had gone now that the reality of who he was had sunk in. She was terrified. Was he going to kill her now? "The Dark Lord would like to see you now." Hermione began to physically shake. She had never seen Voldemort before and from what she had heard off Harry, she was glad she never had. She closed her eyes tightly and began silently praying to herself that it would be quick. She heard six pops come from the bottom of the bed. She opened her eyes to find five masked people stood at the end of her bed, all looking at her. She looked to Lucius and found, who she could only assume to be, Voldemort stood next to him. He was worse than she had imagined him to be.

"Come now, child." Voldemort smiled cruelly at her while he held one pale, spider-like hand towards her. "Give me your hand." Hermione didn't want to but knew that if she didn't then she would be in serious trouble. She shakily placed her small hand in his. His hand felt strong and cold yet was thin enough to feel as though it would break with one good handshake. She moved forward to climb off the bed.

"Lucius, where are your manners? Help the young lady, will you?" Lucius sneered at Hermione as he grabbed her arm and yanked her off the bed. Between the grip Voldemort had on her and the pull of Lucius, she struggled to maintain her balance yet again and fell straight to her knees. She heard vicious laughter as she whimpered at the pain shooting from her knees to her hips.

Voldemort tugged at her hand, signalling that he wanted her up now. Biting down hard on her lip, she forced herself to ignore the pain so that she could stand up. She felt something trickling down her legs. She sneaked a look as Voldemort led her into the middle of the circle that the Death Eaters had formed at the bottom of the bed. She found deep gashes in her knees, from the rough floor, and blood flowing freely from them. Every step was like being stabbed a thousand times. But it wasn't her knees she felt the pain; it was in the centre of each thigh.

Voldemort let go of her hand and circled her like a lion would its prey. Without him holding her hand, Hermione felt her knees begin to shake dangerously at having nothing to help her stand.

"This, my faithful servants, is the key to Potter's downfall." Voldemort smiled dangerously at her. Hermione stood straight with her chin in the air at the mention of Harry. She remembered that no matter how scared he got, he wouldn't show it to his enemies. "She will bring the boy to us." Hermione's front faulted slightly. She would never bring Harry to his death.

"Master" said a deep, shaky voice. The owner of it stepped forward. He was tall and well built. So buff in fact, that you just wouldn't believe he could be scared of anything.

"What is it, Knott?" Voldemort whirled around to face him.

"How will she bring Potter to us?" He quickly stepped back into the circle.

"All in good time." Voldemort smiled. "She must, however, stay in one piece for the plan to work." He was about to leave the circle when he stopped. "And alive." He added as an afterthought. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as a few Death Eaters grumbled in annoyance.

"CRUCIO!" Voldemort shouted. A few Death Eaters ducked in fright but their attention was soon on the girl on the floor screaming. They laughed as she writhed about in agony. Voldemort lifted the curse after a few seconds and walked back over to her. Hermione lay unconscious as he bent down to her. "Just because I said to keep you in tact and alive doesn't mean we won't hurt you." They all snickered as he stood back up without taking his eyes off her. "Lucius, I trust you will guard her well."

"Anything to please you." Lucius bowed his head down.

"Good. The rest of you, come. We have work to do." They all disapperated instantly to who knows where.

Lucius stood watching Hermione for a few moments. He was going to leave her there but something inside of him wouldn't allow him to. Reluctantly he walked over and scooped her up effortlessly. He was surprised to hear her whimper as he lifted her up. He laid her on the bed and looked at her knees. They were a mess and Lucius felt a twinge of guilt for pulling her off the bed the way he did. Where was this guilt coming from? It was infuriating.

"Miss Gr-"He stopped suddenly. It didn't sound right being so formal to her now. "Hermione." He shook her gently as she whimpered again.

"Harry, they're hurting me." She sobbed. Lucius heart skipped a beat. His hand went to his chest as he looked down at himself in disgust but he wasn't sure if the disgust was at feeling guilty for her hurting or for being the one who had caused her pain. He sat down on the bed and gently shook her again. "Harry, don't leave me. I need you more than ever." In a blink of an eye, she sat bolt right up and hugged Lucius. She gripped him with all her might and it took him a couple of minutes to regain his composure.

"Miss Granger, will you control yourself please." It was meant to be said with hate but compassion had snuck into his voice. He should be revolted at a mudblood touching him but he really wasn't. Hermione let go of him like she had been burnt. She scurried away from him to the other side of the bed, ignoring the dull ache all over her body and the searing pain from and around her knees.

"P-please d-d-don't hurt m-m-me." She stuttered, half from fear and half from crying. His heart skipped a beat again. His hand clutched at his chest trying to stop it happening. He surveyed her with his cold eyes, finally letting his eyes settle on her knees.

"You're bleeding, Miss Granger." Lucius told her calmly. She looked down quickly to find blood falling onto the bed and looked back up at him.

"No thanks to you." She said with more sadness than hate. The pain was becoming too much to bear. How many times in twenty four hours would she have to be crippled in pain? She let out a frustrated sigh. Lucius raised an eyebrow but she ignored it and got off the bed before she made more of a mess on it. Her legs gave way instantly. Lucius quickly raced round the bed to help.

'Get a grip man. Why are you falling over yourself to help her? She's a filthy mudblood polluting your house." Lucius heard a tiny voice in the back of his mind. Hermione could see the inner fight in his eyes. She was so entranced by his eyes that she never noticed him moving towards her again. Snapping out of it, she pushed herself backwards. She didn't need his help; she'd do this on her own. He carried on moving forward causing her to back up fully against the wall. He growled angrily at her.

Hermione closed her eyes and resigned herself to more pain but jumped as she felt him gently scoop her up. She opened her eyes to look at him but he refused to meet her gaze. For the first time ever, she saw not Lucius Malfoy, but a handsome man.