hey purebloodprince i think that you are totally welcome to use my Spring Ball idea. Thanks a MILLION for reviewing and i hope you come back and finish reading. i just reviewed to give you ideas, they weren't too great, but i'll come up with more. i may be a littl slow 'cause i got a 12 page paper to write (i'm a junior in highschool, and it sux, but hey prom's coming up!) but that ain't your problem so i'll review some more if i get ideas...oh wait i'm getting something, you should have hermione fight with harry or ron, no that's dumb, nevermind, ok...THANKS AGAIN!

ok this chapter was REALLY hard to come up with, so appreciate it, ok...NOW! j/k...but it did take me a couple of days to think about...REVIEW when you finish!

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Chapter 14: Freedom Fighter

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"Aw, came to join our fun, son." Said Lucius with a synthetic smile playing across his face. Harry clearly saw that Hermione's brown eyes widened with fear. Hermione stiffened as she saw him standing there as he came nearer...She could not move a single muscle and her breathing became faster every second.

"Yes father, I think I can handle the mudblood from now." He said as he eyed Hermione's body up and down. She was about to hyperventilate. She started to wish she was dead. Then Draco's hungry hands shot at her without warning. Hermione struggled against his piercing hold, but nonetheless she held a look full of defiance. She was strong. She would live through this...

"NO! LET HER GO MALFOY! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Harry roared. Turning to the rest of the Death Eaters he pleaded. "Please...I'll do whatever you ask. Just...don't hurt her..."

"Really." Said Draco amused. Then he took Hermione sharply by the arms and dragged her to where Harry stood tied. They both stood tall. He was now about 10 inches away from Harry's face, their eyes were leveled, and they stared, daring each other. Draco had his Malfoy smirk pasted on his face and Harry was seething.

"Well. I know you're going to lose, and it looks like." He brought Hermione in between them both. She was squeezed between love and hate. "I get the prize...Look at her carefully, Potter. This is the last time you see her pure..." Hermione was breathing hard, trying to think of a way to help Harry and get out of there, but she didn't understand, her mind was suddenly blank.

If it was possible her eyes got wider with fear for herself, but more for Harry. Hermione would rather be raped by Malfoy a million times before anything happened to Harry. She stared at Harry. Harry looked down upon her and he was so angry at Draco, his eyes started to sting.

"Hermione I promise he won't hurt you..." He whispered. And Hermione started to cry. Draco dragged her away from Harry.

"NO! Malfoy, let GO OF ME!" She would die for Harry a million times, but if dying wasn't necessary, she would definitely put up a fight. "NO! NO! LET GO OF ME! LET GO OF ME!" Draco got tired of her yelling and gave her a sharp blow across the face. The Death Eaters laughed and Harry was so angry death flashed through his eyes and he couldn't find his voice...

Hermione fell on top of the cold stone floor and felt dizziness sweep through her along with a blinding white light, but she quickly gathered herself and stood up, chin high. Anger, fear, and especially defiance flashed through her honey eyes.

"Very well, I see you are not going to play nicely." Mocked Draco. Hermione's small frame stood tall, and he could see it all in her eyes... "Stupefy..." he whispered seductively. Hermione instantly fell unconscious, limply into Draco's arms. He picked her up and left...

Harry stood there unable to move at all to help his love. Hermione couldn't get hurt, not again. His eyes stung worse then ever. He was breathing heavily and white-hot anger seared through his body, unlike he had ever known...He felt emotion. No! Hermione couldn't get hurt, she just couldn't. His love was heading towards death and he couldn't do a thing about it.

Then all of a sudden the binds tying him let him go free...he looked at the other Death Eaters and saw that they were dumbfounded. Why? wasn't important. He took his chance, got his wand out and stupefied a Death Eater along with Lucius. He was so angry. You could see electricity radiate through him.

One Death Eater send a curse at him. And he dodged the purple flame. "Petrificus Totalus!" He yelled and instantly the third Death Eater's legs and arms snapped to his side and he fell to the floor like a board.

"Expelliarmus!" Said a Death Eater from behind him. Harry's wand shot in the air and flew a good twenty feet away from him...Great...now what does he do?

"Have you got anymore tricks up your sleeve Potter?" He said in a deathly whisper. Harry dived to the floor where a stupefied Death Eater laid.

"NO!" They heard a distant scream...Hermione...Harry seized his chance. He got the wand from the unconscious Death Eater...

"Stupefy!" He yelled at the Death Eater, who had jerked his head to the right in surprise of the noise, as to see who had screamed...wrong move...he fell to the floor motionless.

"Accio Wand!" Shouted Harry and his wand instantly came to his stretched out hand. The other Death Eaters also seized their chance to awaken their fellow Death Eaters.

Then all of a sudden a person was coming down the steps. The two remaining Death Eaters froze and as the two more awaken Death Eaters got up they instantly went over to their Dark Lord...

"Harry Potter," he hissed. Harry froze. Wasn't he suppose to be dead?...Does this bastard ever die? "Did you think that you had gotten rid of me that fast." He mocked him. Harry swallowed the hard lump in his throat, then looked at the deathly pale face of Voldemort. He looked skeletal. His hood was on but you could clearly see that he had blood red glinting eyes full of malice and evil. His black cloak dragged onto the floor and his sleeves were long but revealed long pale fingers still.

"Master the mudblood is here too." Said Lucius as he bowed down to his Lord.

"Well Lucius, I trust that your son, Draco is with the girl."

"Yes. My Lord."

"Very good." Said Voldemort. His voice was deathly, it made the hair on Harry's neck stand up on end. "Bind him." He said looking at Harry. The Death Eaters did what he asked.

"My Lord, you should know that the boy is capable of breaking the binds." Informed Lucius. Voldemort keenly walked towards Harry, stopping a few feet in front of him.

"Potter...you have become a powerful wizard. Not a single one of my Death Eaters has ever been capable of breaking those binds." The Death Eaters all looked down in shame as Voldemort continued. "This binding curse isn't just any binding curse. This is Dark Magic, Potter. If you would have been on my side from the beginning. It would be you there with the mudblood, instead of Draco." Harry's heart slammed in his chest at what he was hearing.

"What does Hermione have to do with this?" Harry asked with greeted teeth. He was afraid of the answer...

"The mudblood is the most intelligent witch in Hogwarts, since your own mother. Possibly smarter than her even. I need the mudblood to produce my heir. Lily would have been the mother of my heir...If your father wouldn't have protected her the way he did...I would have succeeded... Your father Potter didn't let me near Lily within a mile distance...that is until their dying day." He said this all in a low whisper that once again made the hair on Harry's neck stand. He feared for his Hermione. God, why couldn't he save her? He was wasting precious time...He needed to get to her...

"As you can see I picked the mudblood to be the mother and Draco, the son of the most prestigious family in the world, to be the father. I don't think I could do better than those two. The child will be extremely witty, brave, loyal, cunning, and merciless. A true Slytherin. He would be perfect...even if the event is...forced..." He added slowly in a hissing whisper to irritate and anger Harry even more.

"I swear to you that I'll go to the dark side if you just stop Malfoy from harming her. She'll have your heir, just with me. The child would be even more powerful." Harry decided he would do anything to save her, even if it meant to be Voldemort's servant...

The Death Eaters laughed. Voldemort pondered Harry's offer. When the Death Eaters saw that their Lord was not laughing, they all looked at Harry and then back to Voldemort...Surely he wouldn't be serious and go along with Potter's offer? Right?...

"Well Harry. I hate to say that you're right. With you, the child would be even more powerful than with Draco." Voldemort began, as the rest anticipated his answer. "But I think that it is quite obvious, that you would do anything for the mudblood. So I believe that it would be right for me turn you down, as you are not trustworthy...You are a filthy Gryffindor, like your father."

He summoned a wooden table with his wand. It looked like one from Trelawney's classroom. And oddly enough their was a crystal ball on the center of the table.

"I think it's time to have a bit of fun my Death Eaters." Began Voldemort. The Death Eaters maliciously laughed. Voldemort bound Harry to a chair and placed the crystal ball in front of him. "Now you'll see what exactly is going on with Draco and your pretty mudblood..." He tapped the crystal ball...

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Hermione's limp body was in Draco's arms; he was carrying her to a king size four-poster bed. The room was big and had an elaborate decor. All in silver and dark green. There were candles lighting the room on the bedside tables and on the desk.

"Do you like the room, my father made an exact replica of my room, here in the Department of Mysteries, so I'd be comfortable." Draco talked to the limp Hermione as he carried her to his bed. There he pointed his wand at her chest. "Ennervate." Hermione woke at once and sat bolt upright. Draco had taken off his cloak and was now unbuttoning his black long-sleeve dress shirt. He threw his expensive belongings on the floor, and Hermione got off the bed scared as hell and ran towards the door. It wouldn't open. She tried harder. It didn't budge. Draco was casually sitting on the bed taking off his shoes. She tried yanking the door open, it was futile.

"You can't open it, only I can." He said so lightly as if he was just commenting on the weather. Hermione was breathing fast, she couldn't look at him, if she did, she would vomit. He got up and walked towards her. He moved like a ghost, or more properly, a snake slithering around its prey, silently. Hermione didn't even notice he was by her until he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him. She felt disgusted. He breathed in her hair and Hermione pursed her lips in anger, as she tried to shove his arms off of her.

"Please let go of me, please...don't ." She whispered. Tears went down her eyes..."I SAID LET GO OF ME!" She yelled. The change of sound startled Draco and he let go of her.

Hermione tried to get away from him as much as she could, you could clearly see that she was breathing fast. Draco looked at her and had his evil smirk as he eyed her more hungrily now.

"You know...I would bind you to the bed, but I prefer to chase you around, it's much more fun." He ran towards her. Hermione didn't know what to do. Her feet were planted on the ground, Draco pinned her against the wall. She squirmed under his bare chest. His blond hair elegantly fell to his face as he shoved his face in her neck and began to kiss her hungrily.

"Stop! Please stop! STOP!..." Tears rolled down her face freely, "please...Draco..." saying his name for the first time had much more meaning to him than she thought. He let go of her. She took her chance and ran to the opposite side of the room to the door, again...She was desperate for it to open...It didn't...

"Come on Granger. I want you now. I need you now." He went to her. Her back was facing him and he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet slightly and she kicked and struggled, but he threw her on the bed. "I'm tired of your stupid game." He slapped her powerfully across the face and her nose had a couple drops of blood coming down. She stayed still trying to regain herself. "That's better. Don't struggle and it doesn't hurt...much..." He began to kiss her again everywhere he could reach. His bare chest was powerfully shoving against her. And she hated it. Tears streamed down her stinging face. She became very pale, more than she already was, it was finally happening, and finally she got herself together, enough to struggle her way again. She screamed out into the ceiling as his face was buried in her neck, claiming her. He found her struggles only amused him.

He stopped kissing her and tore her black top off, looking at her with a cruel leer. Some of the buttons flew off.

"Please Draco! I only belong to Harry. I don't want to do this! Please don't...please DON'T!" Her shirt was completely open and Draco looked at her with a hungry lust in his eyes, until he had processed what she had said.

"Tell me mudblood. Did you sleep with Potter?" He asked with visible venom in his voice. Hermione quickly contemplated her answer. She thought it safer to tell the truth.

"Yes. Yes I did." Her voice started as a whisper, but became louder and more confident, but it only got her an other powerful blow on the face. This time it was so strong that her lip and nose were bleeding freely.

He got off the bed, and Hermione took her chance to do the same and buttoning the two buttons in the middle that didn't fly off because of his savageness.

Draco was seething, it was clearly visible. Hermione knew it was definitely not good for her if he was angry. He quickly took her by the arms. He squeezed her arms so hard, it felt like he would break them off.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE MINE! AND ONLY MINE!" He spat at her, looking like he wanted to beat her into an oblivion. Hermione held her look of hatred. "You know I was going to be gentle with you, but now I know the truth. I'm going to take you like the whore that you really are..."

He became a monster...He threw her on the floor and kicked her three times across the stomach. Hermione coughed so hard that droplets of blood came out from her mouth, as she coiled on the floor and clutched onto her stomach. Pain seared through her abdomen. She was too weak to move. Draco picked her up and threw her on the bed, pain unknown to Hermione washed over her entire body.

No one, but Draco had ever physically hurt her like that. No one but Draco had ever physically hurt her at all.

Draco kneeled on the bed and harshly took the sheets to the side as he placed them over up to his hips and roughly got on top of Hermione, who was still holding onto her stomach. He ripped her shirt off completely, the buttons that were left had no chance...He kissed her everywhere like a hungry wolf and ran his hands roughly all over her body, leaving bruises along the way. Her stomach had quickly developed a purple blotch in the middle and it went towards one of her sides. He kissed and bit her shoulders as he made his way south to her chest. Hermione had no intentions of living after this, it was hell, worse even...she didn't want this. He would completely strip her from her dignity and her pride.

He may have an angelic face but he was the devil himself. He hastily removed off his pants and tore Hermione's off with ease. He was so strong it seemed that clothing where off no obstacle, when to Hermione they were the only thing saving her from her fate. She was helpless, she was completely naked now...

Without any further warning he savagely thrust himself in her...He nastily and dirtily tore her apart in half. Hermione screamed in agony, though she was so weak it wasn't very loud. God, she wanted to die on that spot.

Could she ever look at Harry again? No, she couldn't. She wasn't good enough for him anymore. He wouldn't go near her now. He probably would be disgusted by her. She was a dirty whore, Draco made sure of that. Her eyes were so blurred out by the tears in her eyes, she couldn't see anything at all.

It was pain beyond anything she had ever experienced. She was in extreme agony, like knives stabbed every inch of her torn body, every nerve. He pressured himself on her stomach as his thrusts became more violently hard and fast. He moaned a couple of times in pleasure, when Hermione shut her eyes as tight as she could, trying to block his voice and all the pain out from her soul...it was pointless. She could still feel it everywhere...in the air and inside her. He completely surrounded her. His finger prints were all over her hips. His bare chest pushed on top of her breasts and bruised stomach, swiftly pounding her.

Hermione's fists were made into tiny white balls as she tried with all her strength to pound on his chest, but it was all completely useless. He didn't feel anything. How could he? He was big, tall, muscular, and completely in control compared to her. He drained her energy senseless.

He looked at her pained face, as he thrust in so violently, merciless, and he wanted to look into her almond eyes. "Look at me." He whispered huskily as a slight moan escaped his lips. That's the last thing Hermione wanted at that moment. He noticed because she shut her eyes even tighter and turned her head further to the side. He brought one hand up to her cheek and forced her to look at him. He was completely in a trance when he got lost in her beautiful brown eyes. Hermione wanted to vomit as his stone cold grey eyes examined her face. "You're beautiful, Hermione." He whispered again to her. These words held no meaning to Hermione, she turned her head away and tears that flowed freely down her face, flowed like a cascade now hitting the forest green pillow where her head rested. And she closed her eyes tight again. With one last violent thrust he came and collapsed on her and then moved to the side. He was gasping for air a little and Hermione clutched to the dark sheets with all the strength she could muster. Draco stood up and put on his pants. She was very weak, physically and mentally. She couldn't get him out of her brain. She didn't know what to do. She felt like she would die in any moment...

The slightest movement, like the flutter of her eyelashes hurt her. Throughout it all, she could only think of the pain and Harry...

She thought of Harry and a fresh batch of tears made its way down her face as she gathered her legs and held onto them close to her chest, crying harder and faster than ever, now that it was over, she couldn't figure out anything. There were too many things going on in her head for a time like this. She wanted nothing, but to have Harry holding her, but at the same time she wouldn't be able to stand his clean hand on her dirty skin.

"Well mudblood, I was surprised to know that you really weren't a virgin, at first I thought you were lying...God, you're disgusting... I hope that had the effect I wanted." If by this he meant killing her from pain, then he definitely got what he wanted. "Because if you didn't produce the Dark Lord's heir...then we'll just have to try again..." What was he talking about, Hermione couldn't decipher. Voldemort was dead, right? But the thought of having to go through it again was enough to make you drop dead. Hermione cried harder as she held onto her sheets even tighter... "actually that wouldn't be too bad, maybe we should try again just to make sure..." He was lying right? He couldn't possibly be serious. Hermione's eyes went wide in fear as he moved closer to her... "but we can do this again when I come back. I need to go see the Dark Lord." He left after he put on his expensive black silk shirt.

Hermione cried and cried thinking of her love for Harry, and he forgetting about her after tonight. Malfoy came back about 10 minutes later... "Well, mudblood where were we..." He said unbuttoning a couple buttons from his shirt and getting on the bed.

"No..." Her voice sounded raspy and dry from the coughing, yelling, and pain...as he was about to place his hand on her arm to pull her down again, the door bolted wide open...

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There are no possible words to describe Harry's anger. It was completely boiling inside, the temperature of the sun couldn't compare in the least. He was so angry, his beautiful Hermione was being ripped apart as he stared into the crystal ball...Draco threw her on the floor, kicked her across her body, he picked her up and yelled on her face. The sound...you could hear it as if it was happening right by you. It was like being on fire as you witnessed it, but could do nothing for the poor girl.

"...YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE MINE! AND ONLY MINE!" He heard Draco's angry voice right before he kicked her. Harry felt white hot anger everywhere. He was suffocating in his own rage.

Draco was placing the green sheets over his back, but then they fell to his hips as he pulled his pants (and Hermione's) down. Her screams were completely ringing in his eyes. They were ringing in his very brain, agonizing his heart as he saw what seemed like Draco shoving himself hard in her and violently committing himself to her.

Tears stung his eyes...

He was so angry...seething...inflamed with agony...he was enraged...he was always irascible, but this was nothing to how he felt now, there were turbulent thunder sounds in his head. His ireful brain could think of nothing but carrying out his wrath on Malfoy...

Just then, the bastard came walking in, as if nothing had ever happened.

"My Lord, well I have to say that, she was great, for a mudblood." He said lightly. A smirk played across his face. "She wasn't pure," his smirk left and instead his eyes seethed at Harry. There were no words to describe Harry's wrath...

"Good Draco. I'm sure that you can think of something that would make our dear mudblood pay for her stupidity. I planned for her to be a virgin when being with you...but now you must go along and make sure that she has produced my heir...with your help of course. Now be off Draco, and enjoy yourself. " God his words killed Harry from inside. He was slowly and painfully stabbing into Harry's heart.

"Yes my Lord. I will do what you ask." With one bow the evil bastard left.

Harry could think of nothing else than to hit Draco with the killing curse, right after he got a good dosage of the Cruciatus. It was pain beyond anything ever known, by anyone, ever. Pain beyond anything Voldemort ever inflicted. Pain in the worst place, his heart. It was unbearable in every single way...The next thing was the most unexpected...

He was free...the binds broke right before Voldemort's eyes...

Voldemort was by him. He was astonished that he, Harry Potter, could brake the binds of the darkest wizard ever know...

Harry yanked the wand out of Voldemort so fast it was like a quick flash before anyone saw anything. The moment the wand touch his fingers, Harry felt a sensation run through his body, he felt numb, cold and hot at the same time, and yet it felt almost the same as when he first touched his own wand. But there was a sense in the wand, unlike his own, it was indescribable. Harry was fuming...visibly...

"STUPEFY!!" He roared, bringing out his anger against the four Death Eaters. The red lightning that came out of the wand was so powerful that he stunned them all right before their Lord.

"CRUCIO!!" Harry Potter bellowed pointing Voldemort's own wand against him. Voldemort was a strong wizard, even for someone who looked so brittle and weak, he didn't fall to the ground yelling in agony, no, he stood staring at Harry right in the eye, fire met fire. Harry was furious of what Voldemort caused Hermione. So much that Harry's pain radiated through the curse increasing its effect and Voldemort fell onto his knees. He could not stand the pain, agony, pain beyond pain, and...feeling. Strong feelings of anger and heartbreak. It tore Voldemort apart, but Harry never yielded. Not even God knew the pain he felt in his heart at witnessing what he did.

Everything was coming out, his enraged anger was taking place. All the people Voldemort ever hurt, well he was going to pay. Now!..The murder of his parents. His brave father and his beautiful intelligent mother, the murder of Cedric, the murder of Sirius, and now Hermione. All the times he was ever in danger and came close to dying was because of Voldemort, all the times he endangered his friends and loved ones, was because of him...His world seemed to crumple right in front of him. And it all had to do with the man kneeling right before him.

Harry was sweating, his hair line was clammy with cold sweat and he couldn't do anything to calm him down.

He was irrational...yet maybe he was being the most rational he had ever been in his life...

"Avada Kedrava!" Harry Potter whispered. He swore he could finally see emotion in Voldemort's eyes even for a tiny second right before the green lightning hit him squarely in the chest. He died...

He was on the ground motionless...

Then someone came down the steps. The sudden movement startled Harry and he turned his head upward to see who it was. What he saw astonished him...

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