AN: Only the prologue is done in POV and that would be Hermione's. I don't know how long I actually will run this story before I discontinue it (if I do) or if I post it at all. I've already gone through several HG/SS stories for testing the waters and my ability to place them in a setting and try to keep them in character (a very hard thing for me to do). I can only hope this one turns out all right. In addition, I would like to state that I do like this pairing and I am in love with Severus Snape, and Alan Rickman (although he is 44 years my senior ((I wish he would marry my mom))). Just one last ting: In my stories, Blaise can be either a girl or a boy. In one story, this one for that matter, Blaise may be a she while in others, he may be a he. Ahem, anyway, here goes nothing.

VM13

PS Please do tell me if you think of a better title of this since I am no good at coming up with titles. Also, I know it's short but prologues are always short.

Disclaimer! !i!This applies to the whole story !i! I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters! They completely belong to JK Rowling, the master and commander! In addition, any names used for OC's in this story are entirely fictional!

Title: If The End Comes

Author: VeilMistress13 (Pen Name subject to change)

Rating: M

Genre(s): Romance/Action/Adventure/Angst/(and a itsy-bitsy amount of) Humor

Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Hermione Granger, Harry Potter/Cho Chang, Ron Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley/Draco Malfoy

Summary: There's a surprising turn of events in the Dark War and the world is plunged into darkness. Muggles and muggle-born's are used as special entertainment and servants (i.e. slaves, sex pets, etc.) for the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Hermione Granger was one of those captured by the Dark Lord. She was given to Lucius Malfoy as a present. What happens when a certain Potions professor spies her, crumpled, in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor? He buys her of course!

•Prologue•

I groaned and lifted my head from the rough stone floor. I could still taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth and my whole body ached. I felt violated. So very violated. My legs were spread wide and I was naked. I was sprawled on the stone floor, the cold of it sending chills down my aching body. I felt exposed. I never thought anyone could be so vicious. I guess I was proved wrong by Lucius Malfoy. He must have been the devil himself…no wait, that would be Voldemort.

It didn't seem like a long time ago that I had been graduating from Hogwarts. In fact, it had been before I found myself trapped in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor as a "pet" to the master of the house. The world had become a mess after Harry, Ron, and I had graduated. Voldemort had gathered more followers than ever and they had overrun the Ministry, killing the new minister in the process. Voldemort now held the top seat over all of the world, wizarding and muggle alike. Anyone who had defied him had been killed. I wished I knew if that fate had befallen Harry but I had no such luck. I had been captured a short two weeks after graduation and there I was, on my back, shackles pinning my arms and legs to the floor of the dark dungeon room.

The room smelt sickly on death and blood. I was sure the blood was my own. Lucius Malfoy had ripped into me with such brutality that I'm not only bleeding from the cuts in my skin and from the blood that had found its way from my mouth on such abusive occasions, but also from very…personal areas. He used absolutely no protection either. I might have been carrying a Malfoy child in womb for all I knew.

I was ready to doze into a light sleep after a particularly violent evening, a sleep haunted by the same dreams as always, when the door to the room opened and I had to muffle a groan. The light from the dungeon corridor was blinding and I was in no state for Lucius to have any more fun with me for the second time that hour. I squinted through the light and saw that there was not one, but two mean approaching me.

'Bloody hell, no,' I thought. I could just barely handle Lucius, not the bastard and one of his Death Eater friends. I squirmed in my shackles, knowing that I wouldn't get free and only managing to irritate the blisters on my ankles and wrists further.

"Feisty one, isn't she, Severus?" came the familiar drawl of Malfoy Senior as he made a move toward me. My eyes snapped open and I managed to look over, taking in the sight of my former Potions professor standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry to say she isn't in the best condition. I just got through with her naught but forty-five minutes ago. Quite a good fuck though. Squirms under you like an animal in a trap. The skin on her face is flawless, though. I wouldn't harm that since it's so soft, giving her a kind of innocence. So what do you say, old friend? Ready for a ride?"

I nearly choked. Snape was here for…a ride? I spent all those years standing up for him! Telling Ron and Harry that he was on our side only to be proven terribly wrong! It was his fault! It must have been! He must have been feeding information toe the Dark Lord that whole time, giving away everything that Dumbledore fought so hard to hide.

"How much is it to keep her, Lucius?" asked Snape, looking me up and down. 'You pervert!' I thought, clenching my fists in rage.

"To keep her?" questioned Lucius getting to his feet from where he'd been crouching near me. "I don't know, Severus. She is awfully fun."

"You have others, Lucius," Snape reasoned. "I'm sure it will not do much harm to give up one. More to the point, this one catches my fancy out of the rest of you…collection. How much?"

Lucius seemed to think it over, glancing between Snape and myself several times before letting out a defeated smile and giving a slightly crazed grin to his friend.

"I suppose there's no way to deter you from what you desire, Severus," drawled Lucius, looking me over a few times, the gears whirring in his head. "Ten galleons. A discount since we're such old friends. Normally I'd sell this one of at about fifteen."

I scoffed but the silencing charm that Lucius had placed on me earlier still hadn't worn off. Snape gave him a narrow-eyed look and then reached into the pocked on his ebony robes, pulling out a small satchel. She poured the contents out into Lucius's hand. I count quickly and found exactly twenty galleons were there.

"Keep the rest Lucius," Snape stated, coming toward me. "Since it is a rush delivery."

"Rush delivery?" asked Malfoy Senior.

"Yes, I'll be taking her with me right now," Snape replied, his eyes glinting in the torchlight from just outside the dungeon room. "I have some…things I need to get done that she would be useful for."

Lucius let out a cruel cackle and then handed Snape the keys to my shackles. "Whatever you say, old pal," he laughed. "I certainly hope you'll be able to get those…things done and I do hope that this little nymph will be able to help you. I, on the other hand, must take into count the rest of my collection and decide on which I plan to use tonight. Farewell, Severus." With that, Lucius apparated away with a pop.

Snape came toward him, the keys in his hand. I glared at him as he knelt down next to me. He was close and he whispered something to me that made me visibly relax. He said the words that I'd been dying to hear ever since I had come to the Malfoy Manor.

"Don't worry. You're safe."