Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter and Company. I do own this laptop, a dog, a Harry Potter Calendar, a multitude of safety pins, a couple scarves, a pair of handcuffs, bedrails, a whip…all very good things that could be used on any male in the Harry Potter cast, excluding anyone big and hairy, and Ron (Though maybe I would just handcuff him and leave him there to die, muah ha ha).

A/N: First of all, for all you people who don't know what chloroform is, it is a chemical that is usual put on a piece of cloth that you hold over someone's mouth and nose, they breath it in and it makes them unconscious, shutting down their brain basically. It also gives you a very bad headache when you wake up from it, it dehydrates you or something.

Also, due to problems with the plot, from now on, just pretend that they are in seventh year instead of sixth year. I am going back through and changing the things that I have to, but it might take a while. And let's pretend that I said that the Head boy and girl were a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff. That would make them Susan Bones and Terry Boot. K? I just decided that I really don't like this happening sixth year, they are too young. Ok, from now on they are in seventh year! That makes Hermione 18 and Draco 17 or 18 (I'm not sure when his birthday is, so if you know, please tell me).

On with the story, eh?

Chapter 26

Dungeons and Dragons

Hermione woke with a horrible headache. She didn't know why but her head was pounding. She reached over to her bedside table to get her glass of water, only to find that it was no longer there.

No, she thought, I'm no longer there. She sat up and found herself in a dungeon-like room. Somewhere that looked as though they used it to torture people. There were chains hanging from all of the walls, there were stocks, there was a bar to hold on to while they whipped you. It looked all too familiar.

Hermione was in a torture chamber.

And she was chained to the wall.

She could not think of a worse place to be, especially since she knew that it had been death eaters that had captured her.

Tears ran down her cheeks, she frantically tried to search her pockets for her wand. She then realized that she was wearing her pajama shorts and a tank top, she left her wand under her pillow.

Shit, she thought, I'm going to die down here.

She got up slowly and looked around some more. Out of all of the torturing apparatuses there was a very little amount of blood, so hopefully they wouldn't be too harsh on her. The one thing she worried about the most was not the well being of her own body, it was for what was growing inside her body.

She was afraid that if they tortured her that they would hurt the baby. She did not want this. She wanted more than ever to just have a normal life and not have to put up with the shit that she had to go through right now. She wanted it to be the first day of school again, on the train.

She wanted to make herself say no to Ron. She wanted to make herself not fall in love with Draco. She wanted to make herself just say no. But there was no way to go back now. There was no way that she could interfere with what had happened. There was no way to rewrite history.

No one can control the past.

She wanted more than ever to be free of all of her problems. She wanted to be free of responsibilities. She wanted to get away from her life. Too bad she was chained to a wall.

About the least free that she had ever been.

The door opened and in walked a tall blonde wizard. In a cloak of dark green. Hermione looked him in the eyes, hers never faltering.

"You will be tortured; there is nothing that you can do about it," he said.

"Like you care."

"You see, that's exactly it, I don't care. The problem is, my son does."

"Why would he care about me?" Hermione asked the man.

"I don't know, but he does care, he doesn't want to see you tortured for some reason, and here I thought that he would love to do it himself," He walked over to her and pulled her chin up so she was face to face with him, "what the fuck did you do to him, mudblood."

"I didn't do anything to him," she yelled defiantly, spitting in his face.

"Then why would he all of a sudden care about what happens to you?"

"I don't know! I don't know what goes on in the miniscule brain of his."

"Do not insult my son's intelligence, witch, if you weren't such a teacher's pet, he would excel you."

"He would not and you know it. I am smarter than he will ever be."

"Are you insulting my intelligence, Granger, when I have so graciously pleaded for them to let you live. Shall I change my mind?" Draco said as he walked in the room.

"Yes I am, you feeble minded prat, I do not need you to save me. I am fine on my own."

"You are overconfident, you are chained to a wall, you will not get away, and they will kill you."

All this time Draco had gotten closer and closer to Hermione, they were nearly face to face.

"I am not overconfident, you ass, I do not need the likes of a daddy's boy to save me."

"Then you will die."

"I am well aware of that."

Draco leaned in close to Hermione, and whispered in her ear, 'Just give me time, I'll get you out.'

Then he turned on his heel and walked away from her. He stopped in the door frame to add an afterthought, "Just don't come crying to me for help," and he left.

"Well that was your only chance to get out of this place alive. Too bad it's gone."

Hermione just smiled a cruel smile, "I don't need his help."

"Then you won't get it," Lucius said, leaving in much the same manner as Draco.

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That was hard. She could not help but think that Draco was sincere in what he said; she thought seriously that he was, until he whispered to her.

She sat down against the wall, her ankle hurt from the cuff of the chain. She still wanted to know why she was here in the first place. She knew that she was supposed to be some sort of initiation gift for Draco. But just what kind of gift were they talking here? That's what she wanted to know.

She was afraid of what they had in mind. And if he decided that he would not torture her, then what would they do, would they just kill her, or would they still torture her. She desperately wanted to know what they had planned for her. She was reluctant to admit that she was scared. She shouldn't be, she was part of the Order for Merlin's sake. How was she supposed to be a good Order member if she was afraid of being tortured?

She started at the wall across from her, thinking.

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When the portkey had pulled his navel, Draco was taken to a room that was filled to the brim with Death Eaters. He dropped his trunk and walked forward, moving along the path that they had made for him through the crowd.

His father was standing in front of an altar, the middle blazing in flames.

"Are you ready, Draco?" His father had said.

"Yes," he said softly, nervously glaring at the many death eaters surrounding him.

"I don't think everyone could hear you Draco."

"YES!" he cried out. Now that he was here, he could not refuse them, he would be murdered if he refused now, there were too many of them for him to take on single handedly.

"Good," Lucius said.

Lucius walked over to the altar and pulled out a metal brand. Draco held his breath, the day that he had been regretting his entire life. And now it had come.

Elder Malfoy grabbed Draco by the wrist and pushed the hot metal down on to his skin.

Draco cried out at the sudden pain. He could feel the searing of his skin and he could smell the burning flesh.

Lucius pulled the metal away and it left a red mark in the shape of a skull, with a snake protruding from the mouth.

Draco looked down. It hurt more than he could have imagined. It hurt more than the cruciatus curse.

He blacked out.

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"Draco, wake up," he heard his father's voice say.

"Father, am I dead?" he asked.

"No, you blacked out after we gave you the mark."

"I'm sorry father, I…"

"Don't apologize Draco, you have no way of knowing when these things are going to happen. I sprung it on you."

"Why did you need me to come so bad?" he asked, sitting up in his bed.

"We are in a predicament, Draco. The Order is building again and there are now more members than ever. It seems as though they have enlisted many new members over the last year. Though most of them are the Weasleys."

"So, we need more members as well?"

"Yes Draco. We need to wipe out Order members. This comes in handy since you know so many of them personally."

"Who do I know, besides the Weasleys?"

"Well, let's take a look at the list shall we? There is Mr. Longbottom."

"Longbottom, a part of the Order?" Draco asked nearly laughing.

"Yes, and a rather good one at that. There is also Potter, of course. There is Lupin, that damn werewolf they had teaching you in third year. Moody, the teacher you had in fourth year…"

"Actually that wasn't him."

"I know, well, the real one, let's go on shall we? Sirius Black, traitor to your mother's name, good thing he died. Granger, damn Mudblood. Tonks, she will be the hardest to find."

"Wait Her---Granger is in the Order?"

"Yes, how can she not be when Weasley and Potter are in it, she is a follower, Draco, not a leader. She will be your toy later on," he added.

"What?"

"I have taken the liberty of…acquiring her for you."

"What?" he asked again.

"Yes, she is downstairs in a dungeon cell, you can torture her all you want."

Draco shut his mouth, what should he say? That he didn't want to torture her? Because that would be suspicious. Oh well, if it was worth keeping her alive and safe.

"You know, she isn't the entirely perfect anymore. Since Weasley raped her, she isn't much friends with him anymore, in fact, she can't even stand the thought of talking to him. And Potter, he's gay. He actually has a little crush on Blaise."

"Weasley did what to her?"

"Yes, he raped her, he took her virginity, very forcefully may I add, and she now hates him."

"Why would he do something like that?"

"Because he thought that she was cheating on him."

"And how do you know all of this."

"News gets around. Everyone knows. Even ask Blaise," he said quickly making up a lie.

"Of course. And I'm expecting that Weasley was…"

"Expelled, yes. He can't do magic, his wand was broken."

"Well, Draco, this is wonderful news."

"Yes, in fact, if we were nice enough to her, we could probably get the smartest witch in the world on our side," Draco added, his voice filled with depravity. "Though if we torture her, she might not be as willing."

"I think you may be on to something here, Draco. We shall have to pay a visit to Ms. Granger then. Maybe scare her into coming to our side. Come," Lucius said as he got up and walked to the door. Draco pulled the covers off of his body, noticing that he was in his bed, in his room. They were in his house.

They walked downstairs and his father then faced a painting in his office.

"The Dark Lord's will," Lucius said. The painting opened to reveal a hole in the wall, which turned into a long stone corridor. There were torches set in brackets on the walls and there were a series of narrow staircases leading off of the passageway.

"Follow me," his father directed, and Draco clamored through the portrait hole after his father.

They walked down the passage for a long while until they came upon a random staircase. Lucius turned and started to walk down these stairs. He came upon another corridor at the end of the winding staircase. There was more stone and more torches.

Draco was amazed, he had never known that all of this had existed under his own house, how many dungeons were there down here? He wondered. They had taken three forks to the right and had come upon another staircase.

It was all getting way too confusing for Draco, and he realized that even if someone were to escape from their cell, it would be way too perplexing once they left to ever make it out before they were caught.

There were also many magical things they had to get trough. Lucius was saying spells left and right and going through more portraits and behind tapestries. It was more confusing than getting to the Slytherin Dungeons.

Finally they came upon another portrait, it was of Draco's Grandfather.

"Password?" It said.

"There is no password," Lucius said in a strong, confident voice.

"You may pass."

The portrait swung open to reveal one last hallway. There were a total of six rooms off of this one. There were three on each side. They came upon the last one on the left.

"Stay out here. Only come in if I signal you. If I say something about, let's say, insulting your intelligence or something, I know she will say it, come in. Ok."

"Sure," Draco said, just happy that he would be able to see his love, even though she was probably in quite a horrible predicament at the time. She was in a dungeon deep underground, with so many spells and hidden passageways to confuse even the smartest of wizards.

He then heard his father and Hermione fighting.

"You will be tortured, there is nothing that you can do about it," he heard his father say.

"Like you care," he heard Hermione, still fighting.

"You see, that's exactly it, I don't care. The problem is, my son does."

"Why would he care about me?" Hermione asked him. You should know that, love. Draco thought.

"I don't know, but he does care, he doesn't want to see you tortured for some reason, and here I thought that he would love to do it himself," A pause, "what the fuck did you do to him, mudblood."

"I didn't do anything to him," she yelled defiantly.

"Then why would he all of a sudden care about what happens to you?"

"I don't know! I don't know what goes on in the miniscule brain of his."

"Do not insult my son's intelligence, witch, if you weren't such a teacher's pet, he would excel you," Lucius said, signaling Draco.

"He would not and you know it. I am smarter than he will ever be."

"Are you insulting my intelligence, Granger, when I have so graciously pleaded for them to let you live. Shall I change my mind?" Draco said as he walked in the room.

"Yes I am, you feeble minded prat, I do not need you to save me. I am fine on my own." Draco hoped that she was just saying that because of his father being there. He saw a faint glimmer in her eyes.

"You are overconfident, you are chained to a wall, you will not get away, and they will kill you."

He walked nearly face to face with her, he needed to know.

"I am not arrogant, you ass, I do not need the likes of a daddy's boy to save me."

"Then you will die."

"I am well aware of that."

Draco leaned in close to Hermione, and whispered in her ear, 'Just give me time, I'll get you out.'

He turned to walk from the room, he added: "Just don't come crying to me for help," hoping that she would get the message to do the complete opposite. He left and leaned against the wall outside the door. Listening to the end of the conversation.

"Well that was your only chance to get out of this place alive. Too bad it's gone."

"I don't need his help."

"Then you won't get it," Lucius said, leaving in much the same manner as Draco.

He walked back out into the hall and slammed the door shut. Locking it with a simple spell.

They started walking back away from the dungeon cell.

"Well, I think that went well," Lucius stated.

"Yes, very. Do you think she will be so frightened that she will switch sides though?"

"No, we will have to torture her some. But maybe with enough conviction then she will become one of us. We could always use a better witch on our side."

"Yes, we could," Draco said softly. Trying to figure out how the fuck he was going to get Hermione out of here alive.

A/N: Hope you all liked the chapter, the next one is better, I think. The next chapter I sort of go fuck happy, I say fuck in all its many forms and splendor about 27 times. I think its funny, but it just so happened to be the only chapter that my mom picked up and decided to read, ("Brittany, you shouldn't let your 12 year old cousins read stuff like that. Hell, you shouldn't be writing stuff like that." "Mom, I'm 17 years old!" "I don't care, you should write things nicer, I can never show this to kids in my class if you have so much swearing in it. You should re-write it to make it school appropriate." "Mom! Its rated R. Which means it's NOT school appropriate!") Sry! Ran away with that there, but that was basically the extent of that conversation, you'll know more of what I mean when you actually read it.

And don't you just love the title of this chapter. I spend a lot of time on the titles of my chapters and this one I was like, hmm, I need something to do with dungeons, because Hermione is in a dungeon. Then I was like wouldn't it be cool if I could call it Dungeons and Dragons, then I was like yea! Draco's name means Dragon. Thus Dungeons and Dragons. Muahaha

Also, things get better and nicer after this, I just wrote chapter 38 which I can't wait to post because it has the best ending ever! One more thing, and I'm sorry that this is such a long author's note, but if you haven't been there before, go to it is the funniest things ever. "Alas, a cornucopia of love." (You'll know what I mean when you watch it.)

Wow, this was a long author's note. (and another random one at that!)

Hugs and Kisses

Brittany