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The Dark Cell
Draco's POV
Granger yelled about not knowing anything. I believed her. Like The Order would tell some stupid 17 year old girl where the most powerful wizard was; yeah right. They would not tell her; they wouldn't dare trust the mudblood. I decided to release her from the grasp, and she fell to the ground in a crumpled mess. I must say I enjoyed it, not only because I saw the mudblood fall, but because I also saw up her school skirt. For a moment I thought I could trust her based on her white cotton panties, but I immediately changed my mind when she looked at me with cold, hateful eyes. Her eyes stared at me with such pure hatred, that I had no choice but to stun her unconscious. She fell back in her sleep, and I took her by the arm. Her skin was so soft and clear, unlike my arm that had the Dark Mark burnt onto it. I would give anything to have that skin.
I apparated with her to a dungeon. The dungeon was wet and dark. I remembered the night that the Dark Lord sentenced me to a week in here. I thought that I might go insane. Dementers had drained all the happiness out of the place, and it was very cold inside. I opened a cell and threw Granger inside. All the cells were extremely small and cramped. It was about four feet by six feet, and I knew that when Granger woke up she would be very fearful of where she was. She looked quite helpless in the tiny cell asleep. I wished she would wake up, but I knew that if I woke her up she would try to hex me.
There were certain procedures to make prisoners, especially mudbloods, feel inhuman. They were to have bowl instead of a glass of water. They were to be locked in the cell. They were to have a leash around their neck. And they were not to wear regular clothing. They were to wear a simple black sheet with neck and arm holes cut into it. And it was the job of the person who took the prisoner captive to dress the prisoner in it. I didn't exactly want the job of taking off the mudblood's clothing and re-dressing her, but I knew it was my job. Besides she was sleeping, so she wouldn't know it was me.
I unbuttoned her blouse exposing her little white bra. I smirked to myself. She was so innocent; I guess that would be the only color she wore. I unhooked the bra from behind her back so that her complete upper body was exposed. Her tits were quite nice, for a mudblood anyways. Her nipples were quite cute and pink. Not too big, nor were they small. I checked her bra size; it was a simple 32 nearly C cup. I looked at her tits trying to keep that image in my mind, because I wasn't sure if I would get to see them again. I finally moved onto her shoes. She was wearing little black shoes and knee high socks. I liked that. She was so innocent and pure it actually was beginning to turn me on. But, then I remembered she was a mudblood. She was barely even considered a witch. I wasn't allowed to think of her in that way. I moved onto her skirt pulling it all the way down her legs, trying my best to keep my thoughts under control. Granger was sitting before me in nothing but her cotton white panties. I finally pulled them off, so that she was entirely nude. She kept her 'bush' neatly trimmed, and her arse was a sweet pearly white color. I smirked, "By the time the Death Eaters were through with Granger, her arse would never be white again…" I admired her naked body one more time before pulling the ugly black sheet over her head. She was dressed like our old house-elf it seemed.
I gathered her old clothes and set them on fire outside her cell. I fastened the leash around her neck, just like you would do to a dog. I put a bowl of water in her cell, and then locked it. And finally I left her so that I could receive more orders from the Dark Lord on what to do with her next.
Hermione's POV
When I woke up I was in I tiny cell it seemed. I could barely move. It was so tiny I wondered if it was even meant for humans. I saw there was a bowl with water in it, but other than that, there was nothing in my cell. The cell was dark and damp. It was quite cold, but not only like snow cold, but like unhappy cold. I immediately detected the presence of Dementers. I tried to look around and see if there was anyone nearby, but I felt quite alone. I curled into the fetal position, very unsure of what was going on. Suddenly I realized that I was no longer wearing the school uniform. It was simply a black rag that had a couple holes cut in it. I wasn't even wearing underwear or anything. The cloth was so loose I felt quite naked. The thought of who dressed me in this made me feel sick. I only knew of Malfoy. He was the only suspect at the moment. And that disgusted me. I didn't want to imagine his cool long fingers undressing me. His evil grey eyes roaming my naked body… No. I thought, Malfoy is a pureblood, he wouldn't dare think of me, a mudblood, in any sort of sexual manner. At least… I hope not.
A/N: sorry so short, i'll try to update asap!