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Chapter Two: The Enemy

That Smirk. The smirk that had haunted Hermione from day one at Hogwarts . . . and still managed to haunt her in the place where she was kept prisoner. Even worse, the owner of the smirk, Draco Malfoy. Hermione looked up at him and welled inside her; it apparently showed because after a minute, Malfoy grinned.

"Am I making miss Mudblood mad?" Hermione gritted her teeth, working her mouth furiously to produce more saliva. "You know," he continued, smirk set firmly back on his face. "I'll bet Potter—" but he didn't have time to finish his sentence. It was now Hermione's turn to smirk as he reached a pale hand to his face to wipe off the substance that was Hermione's spit.

Hermione smiled a bit; glad to have got some of the malice off her chest. She looked innocently up at Malfoy; them promptly shrank away in fear. 'If looks could kill.' She thought, cowering slightly. Malfoy grinned and leaned down so he was whispering in Hermione's ear.

"Do I scare you Granger?" He flicked out his tongue to brush her ear lightly. Hermione gave a little shriek, and made to move only to realize she was still bound to the floor by magic. Malfoy gave a little laugh. "Your completely at my mercy Granger," he stated. "How does it feel?" Hermione suppressed a shudder. She was terrified. Fred made a move from the corner.

"Leave her alone Malfoy." He said boldly. Hermione sighed silently. She would rather have Fred be alive for her than standing up to Malfoy, and she wouldn't put it past Malfoy to kill him either.

But, it seemed Malfoy couldn't be bothered. He shot a stunner at fred without uttering a word, and turned back to Hermione. "Looks like our time is running out," his grin returned. "So lets cut to the point." At that point he brought out a long silver dagger. "You are to brought to the Dark Lord in one week henceforth." Hermione blinked, her eyes glued to the dagger.

"Says who Malfoy, certainly I wont take orders from a slimy little ferret such as yourself." She retorted, spending her gathered courage. For a moment Malfoy looked angry, then amused.

"You see Granger, I am to mark you." He said, a new smirk sidling onto his face. He brandished the dagger. "And I can mark you wherever I want." Hermione began to get nervous, regretting the remark she had shot at him. 'What is he going to do to me?' This unpleasant thought flitted across her mind. He roughly pushed her onto her back, Hermione, still being bound by his earlier spell, was paralyzed, unable to contradict his actions.

Malfoy reached for her old blouse and tore it open; revealing more than was necessary. He sat there for a moment enjoying the sight of her supple breasts covered only by a tattered old bra. Then smirking at her, he brought the dagger in between them, and drew a deep cut down to her navel. Hermione let out a whimper, as he straddled her while doing this. The scent of fresh blood reached Hermione's nose and she realized it was her own. She looked down to see her chest and stomach bleeding profusely. She caught Malfoy's silver eyes and was disgusted when she saw pure untainted pleasure staring out at her, not to mention terrified when she felt a bulge against her hip where he was straddling her.

He then stood, admiring his work, watching Hermione writhe in agony on the cold stone floor. After a moment of this he exited without a word, waving his wand and releasing Hermione from the magical binds that held her.

A cry slipped through Hermione's lips as she tried to sit up. Blood was gushing through the wound in her chest. She tried desperately to cover herself as a guard walked past, leering at her through iron bars. After a moment she gave up and tears began trickling down her face. Why? Why was he here? Why was he doing this to her? Stupid Malfoy. A sob escaped her lips as she glanced down again at her now blood drenched shirt. He was the enemy, her enemy, and he always would be.

After what seemed hours she fell into an uneasy sleep. Tears still clinging to her face, blood still stained her skin and blouse.

Hermione woke up, sun shining in her eyes, and a certain Fred Weasley leaning over her anxiously. She stretched a bit, then stopped, noting the pain in her chest. Why was her chest hurting? Memories came flooding back to her. Malfoy. Dagger. Dark Lord. Pain. Blood. Tears . . . At this, another involuntary sob escaped her lips, as she gingerly reached for Fred, embracing him.

Whatever happened, she was glad he was with her.

A/N: Hey all! Okay, so how is it? Like I said, thank you SO much for the reviews, and send in more, I welcome criticism! Well, like I said, please review, tell me what you think, I'm hoping its not too bad, also if you want to recommend any fics you want me to read, I'd love to know!

Hermione: I cant BELIEVE you did that to me! ::Shrieks::

Me: I'm sorry! It's the plot I tell you!

Draco: I didn't have a problem with it. ::Grins::

Hermione: ::sneers:: you wouldn't would you?