Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, that bastard Ron, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Lucius Malfoy. Am I missing anyone for the moment? Yeah, I don't own any of them. I do own Mimsy, Phroupoeyz, wollumbolls, Eros, Ares, Hephaestus…oh, and the plot. NO STEALING!

Important Author's Note: I am so sorry about what happens in this chapter, I really didn't want to do this…again. But it seemed like the right thing to do, or maybe the wrong thing to do, but in the right context.

You'll see what I mean…

Enjoy!

Chapter 31

The Week from Hell and the Return of the King

"Miss Granger, miss?" Hermione heard a small voice say.

"Yes?" she asked softly.

"I was told to take you to the shower," the small house elf said.

"Oh, that would be wonderful, I need one so bad," Hermione answered to the creature.

Mimsy snapped her fingers and the cuff around Hermione's ankle loosened. She slipped her foot out of it and rubbed the spot, it hurt and was slightly chaffed.

Hermione then had the mind to make a run for it, to get out of here and try to escape, but then she remembered what Draco had said, that it was so confusing down here that he even got lost to getting to Ron's cell. No, there was no way she could escape.

So she got off of her bed and followed Mimsy. She was led down many corridors and passageways, through many portraits and tapestries. She hoped that Mimsy knew how to get back, because she didn't.

Finally they came upon a staircase went up it. There was another stone corridor and they walked into a door on the right.

The bathroom that they came upon was made completely of stone. There were a couple of shower heads and it was pretty much the dirtiest bathroom Hermione had ever seen. It was gross.

"Do I really have to shower in here, Mimsy?" Hermione asked.

"No, there is another room, just through there. Since Mr. Draco has asked for you to be completely taken care of, you use that one."

"Thank you," Hermione said with a smile to the creature.

Hermione walked through the door and came upon a huge tile bathroom with a pool sized tub in the middle. It looked much like the prefect's bathroom at school. There were a couple of showers off the edge and a couple of sinks. This would be Hermione's bathroom from now on.

"Do you have soap?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, it's in the shower for you already."

"Thank you," Hermione said as she walked over to the showers and opened up the door to the second one. There was raspberry shampoo and conditioner in there. There was also a razor, a loofah, and some apple smelling body wash.

He had really gone all out. She was going to miss him so much for the week that he was gone. She just hoped that he wasn't going to get hurt wherever he went. She wanted to know where he had gone.

"Oh well," she said aloud not realizing it.

"Is everything alright Miss?" Mimsy asked

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry; I was just talking to myself. Everything is wonderful Mimsy. I'll be out in a couple of minutes." With that Hermione walked into the shower and closed the door behind her.

She felt so dirty now that she thought about it. She didn't even know how long it had been since she had been here and she was sick. She had thrown up and everything. She really wasn't very sanitary at all.

She then thought that it was a good thing that they had been interrupted. Otherwise Draco would smell her and try to stop anyway. She just thought that it was a better excuse of having his father come in and interrupt them then him going: "Merlin, Mina, you smell like ass."

That would have been horrible.

Hermione stripped and stepped under the shower. She was felt her body relax as soon as the water touched her skin. Showers were her only comfort, besides Draco. And what a coincidence that that was where she and Draco had first made their bet, the first place that they kissed was in a bathroom.

Hermione grabbed the shampoo and lathered it into her hair, noticing how gross it actually felt. Who-knows-how-long in a dungeon will do that to you? She scrubbed the shampoo into her scalp, trying to get away the dirt and grime that she had accumulated.

She picked up the loofah and squeezed some of the apple body wash onto it. She ran it under the shower and then started lathering that up. When it was to her soapiness level, she spread it over her body, scrubbing herself with the coarseness of the loofah.

When she was finished scouring her body, she rinsed herself off and then rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. She felt so much better and cleaner now.

She then seized the conditioner and compressed the bottle, making the gooiness come out onto her hand. She then rubbed it in her hair. Making sure she got each individual hair. She decided that she was going to try to take a shower every day, this felt so good, and she wanted to look nice for Draco whenever he got back.

As she waited for the conditioner to set, she shaved. When she was finished with that, she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair.

She threw the towel that was hanging up around her body and stepped out of the shower with steam billowing around her.

Mimsy was standing in front of her with a new set of clothes for her to wear. There was a yellow t-shirt and a pair of red pajama pants. There were also some undergarments, which she was glad of, because she had been braless for the last who-knows-how-long.

She dressed quickly as the elf turned around to give her privacy. She was amazed at how well the clothes fit.

"Granger miss, there is a hairbrush over there. If you want to brush your hair."

"Can I take it back to the room with me?" Hermione asked.

"I do not know. I'm sure I could ask for miss though."

Hermione was afraid that the elf would start hitting herself, but she didn't, thankfully.

"That's fine; I'll just do it up here then."

Hermione picked up the hairbrush from the counter and started running the brush through her knots. She didn't notice that she had gotten so dirty over the last however-many-days. She really wanted to know how many days she had been down there.

"Mimsy, what's the day?"

"The seventh miss, of December."

"So five days. Ok, that's not that bad, I guess," she said softly to herself.

0000

After she had finished with her shower and brushing her hair, she followed Mimsy back down to the dungeon. She really did not want to go back, but now that she was at least clean, she felt a little better. She hoped that she would get to shower every day now.

She walked back into the cell and the elf but the chain back around Hermione's ankle. Hermione did not make a fuss over it, she knew that she could not escape yet and she knew that pulling a stunt now would get her tortured. She really did not want to be tortured.

0000 1 Week Later 0000

Harry was looking frantically around the castle for his boyfriend. It had been two weeks since Hermione had been kidnapped and he was getting worried. They hadn't heard any more information from Malfoy.

Harry thought that maybe Malfoy had sent Blaise something. So he was looking everywhere for Blaise.

He wasn't here it seemed.

Finally when he was almost ready to give up, he came upon Blaise leaving a classroom. His hair was slightly tousled, and he was fixing his robes.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" Blaise said suddenly when he caught sight of his boyfriend; he shut the door behind him quietly.

Harry had a confused expression, shook the questions away and continued on his mission.

"Blaise, I was wondering if you have heard anything else from Malfoy."

"Draco hasn't sent me a letter in more than a week, I don't know what is going on, and I am as much out of the loop as you are. If I find out anything then I will tell you."

"Ok, I just feel bad because I can't do anything, what if they are both being tortured. What if they are both dead? We can't do anything about it; it makes me feel so…useless."

"I don't think that you are useless Harry, I can't do anything about this either."

"I know. But do you know where they are?"

"No, Draco never told me, and I am afraid to send him an owl as his father might catch wind of it. I don't want him to know anything about their relationship; that would be the end of the both of them."

"I know, I just wish I could do more than just sitting around here and doing nothing."

"Well, we don't have to be doing nothing," Blaise said in a wicked voice.

Harry just smiled.

0000

Draco ran until he saw what he needed, the paper bag. If only he could reach it.

The man was at his ankle, right behind him.

"Let me go," Draco yelled as the man grabbed him around the neck.

"No, you're coming with me," he said as he pulled tighter around Draco's neck.

"Never," Draco gasped, as he stomped on the man's foot and brought him arm up so that his elbow had perfect access to the man's nose.

The man let out a small whimper, he let go of Draco's neck and held his bloodied nose in his hands.

"That's what you get, fuck face," Draco said as he turned around and pointed his wand strait at the man's heart.

The man tried one more lunge at Draco but fell over on the grass.

"I'll get you," the man threatened.

Draco laughed and wiped the sweat from his brow.

He then walked over to the paper bag and put his finger on it, feeling the familiar pull behind his navel.

0000

When Draco was reoriented in his bedroom, he made his way to his father's office muttering 'damn Russians' under his breath.

He walked into Lucius' office, where his father automatically gave him a strong handshake.

"Son, I'm so glad you made it."

"Yeah, just barely, I almost got caught though," Draco said, shuddering at the thought.

"It's alright as long as he was the only casualty."

Draco nodded his head. He really didn't like that, but at least he made it out alive, it was very close though.

"Well, you can go shower now, I'm sure you will want one after what you have been through."

"Yes sir," Draco said as he made his way out of the office and back to his room to shower. He needed one badly.

0000

Hermione was waiting, she was waiting for them to come back. She didn't want them to come back, but knew that they would as they had for the last week.

There were three of them, they would come in her cell, talking cheerily with her. Then all of a sudden they would change their moods and all three of them would take their turns on getting out their sexual frustrations, using her.

She was angry. She didn't know why it how these men would come down here. She was sure that it had been that only Draco and Lucius could get to her cell. Along with Mimsy of course, who would take care of her after these encounters and have her go shower.

It was all she looked forward to, was the showers. They were her alone time. The time that she could have all to herself and wouldn't have to worry about these men coming in and raping her again.

That had to this day been the only sex that she had ever had and she felt like nothing could be more painful, nothing could make you feel more degraded, more used, more besmirched.

She came to the conclusion that it must just be sex in general that was so painful, for she had never had good sex, she had only been raped. And she hoped that whenever or whether she had sex with Draco, that it wouldn't be as painful or degrading. It was supposed to be a wonderful experience.

She was under her covers, lying in her bed that had come to be her prison. Her ankle would be chained to the wall, not letting her move away from the men, and when they came to do their deed to her, they would tie her hands together, above her head. They would take off her clothes and would touch her body where she wouldn't want it to be touched, they would make her feel like dirt, in both their actions and their words.

She was lying with her head under the covers, her body wrapped in her blanket and her head bent down, silent tears running down her cheeks. She would rather have any other torture, she would rather endure a thousand cruciatus curses than go through that again.

She heard the door to her cell open and she instinctively wrapped the covers tighter around her scantily clothed body.

Though this time she didn't hear any voices, usually the men would come in drunk, sputtering to each other, they would be very reckless.

She heard the door close. Only one person ever closed the door.

She peeked out of her covers to look over at the door. There stood a tall blonde, looking at her, his hair was wet and clinging to his face.

He was back.

A/N: Sorry for the amount of rape that Hermione goes through, I promise that that is the last time, for now. Lemons, happy lemons, coming soon to a story near you…

And just to tell you, I am almost finished with the story and after chapter 38 there is this huge snowball effect and everything is put together and makes sense, the story will probably have a grand total of about 50 chapters.

And I know that you have no idea what he was doing in Russia, but as I said, snowball effect coming soon.

Hugs and kisses to all of you!

Brittany