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It was a beautiful day in London. The sun was shining brightly, the temperature was warm but there was a pleasant breeze to cool one off nicely. It was this beautiful day that found a 24 year old Hermione Granger laying on the ground in Green Park. Fortunately it was midweek so the usual flock of tourists that gathered to take pictures of Buckingham Palace was scarce. It was here that Hermione liked to relax as she sifted through her new Intel. Like her best friend Harry, Hermione had chosen to become an Auror for her career outside of Hogwarts. Harry and Her were hired and partnered soon after the Great War and the defeat of Voldemort.

It was the trio working together, and their undying love for each other that eventually was the dark lord's undoing. The trio of spells thrown at the wizard had proven too much for him and his entire soul collapsed in upon itself. Since then Harry and Hermione moved on to become Aurors and Ron followed his dream and started working for the Chudley Cannons. Eventually his hard work paid off and now he was one of the team's most successful coaches.

The years had been hard after the Great War. Many families needed to recover and mourn the loss of their loved ones. Hermione herself lost both her parents when deatheaters killed them using the killing curse. Time had helped to dampen the pain of that loss, but Hermione could not go one day without visiting their graves and kissing each tombstone with sadness.

Time had matured her young and awkward body, and now instead of that gawky bushy haired teen she was tall and curvy. Her hair tamed down slightly, but she decided to adopt shorter razor cropped hair that seemed to frame her face perfectly. Fernando, her muggle hairdresser, was amazing with his blade and he was always insisting that she add chunks of reds and blonds into her cinnamon coloured mane. Before her parents passed away, they fitted Hermione with some veneers on her teeth so that instead of looking more like a rabbit, she had a beautiful and almost perfect smile. Most people that knew Hermione for most of her life would say that they never would have thought that she would turn out as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside.

Had Hermione known how this day would have turned out, she would not have stepped foot outside her door this day, but then it would have only delayed the inevitable. As she finished her reviewing she decided it was time to head home for the day. The crowd around her had thinned and at points within the park she was quite alone. It was these moments that Hermione loved to listen to the birds singing and the ducks quacking off in the distance. But this day there was another noise that suddenly disturbed her peaceful thoughts, and when she suddenly opened her eyes she was only able to see a dark masked figure standing in front of her. Before she could scream a hand enclosed her mouth from behind and a cloth rested over her mouth and nose. Sleep. It called to her like a soothing lullaby and soon she was unable to resist.

He sat in his room, brooding over how he came to be in this tiny 8x8 room. It was a normal day really. He was in Diagon alley to buy some supplies for some potions that he was working on. 'Arrogant and dumb.' That was the only way that he could describe himself that day. 'What a moron I was.' He cursed to himself.

There was a beautiful woman that had caught his eye. She had smiled to him and crooked her finger and within a flash he was there almost panting by her side. "You look like the sort that could show me a good time." She had purred to him in a husky voice that sent shivers down his spine.

"I could definitely strive to give you more than just a good time." He had replied back in a silky tone.

Her smile made his mind reel and he allowed himself to be led as if there was a leash attached to his neck and she was holding its handle. "Well then come then my pet. Please me and your reward will be great indeed."

Oh that voice held such sexual promise he groaned to himself. Suddenly he had realized that they were no longer in Diagon Alley, but instead in muggle London. "Where are we going?" He had inquired.

"I want you all to myself and I know just the place to go for that." She purred. He had thought of his own home at that moment and how private that location would be, but something about how she spoke to him made him not want to question her motives.

"It is not much farther now. Ah yes, in fact here we are." She turned to him and he looked around in confusion. They were in an empty alley, surrounded by garbage bins. "Here?" He had inquired stupidly.

"Oh yes, here." She purred and when she smiled he suddenly realized his stupidity. Her fangs had lengthened and she looked dark and menacing but suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind and a cloth pressed up against his nose and mouth. He fought desperately against the steel grip that held him from behind and the last thing he could remember was the vampire's wicked laughter.

Now here he sat on a cot in his 8x8 cell. It was not your conventional jail though. No in fact every wall of it was made of a sort of glass. He had tried many times to throw the sparse furniture of his cell at it, but nothing would break it. It was weird though how the washroom had walls, but they were made of the same sort of material. Perhaps they wanted to be cruel and tease them with the idea of some sort of privacy.

Cells surrounded him. His seemed to be the middle of three rows. The cells directly across from him on either side were both occupied. One with a mere child, and the other with a man that looked about to breath his last breath he was so old looking. The cell on his one side had another angry looking man inside and it was with great surprise that he realized that the man was a known deatheater. The cell to his other side though remained empty until the movement down the aisle alerted him.

The afternoon shift of jailors came down the aisle dragging an unconscious figure of a woman. She was slumped over so that her short hair covered her face and it wasn't until the two men threw her down onto the cot and her face was revealed that the man's eyes widened.

'Merlin.' He thought to himself. 'Hermione Granger'