A/N: Well, I decided that I needed to put out one more chapter before I left because I got a bunch of lovely reviews, so I stayed up late putting out this one for you all! I hope you enjoy this one...I DID! hehe. Well, not much more to say, so, enjoy!

Chapter Twenty:the Beginning

The sun shone bright the next day- Hermione supposed it was summer; the heat was excruciating in her little cell. Whiping her brow she glanced at the door. She'd calmed down a bit from the crazed and maddening obsession she had been going through lately and now was just waiting patiently for the time to strike. She had to lull Draco into a false sense of security, make him truely believe that he had finally bested her. It was then that she would strike, and he would be begging for mercy.

Nearly grinning at this spectacular thought, she ran her hands throught the locks of tangled honey that was her hair. She needed a brush, some toothpaste and a good bath. Beginning to dream of these luxuries, Hermione did not hear the door open quitely- then, equally quiet- shut. Only did she notice that she was not alone in the room, when someone yanked her up from behind.

"Up you get, mudbood." A gruff voice said in her ear, a bit too close for comfort. "It's to the showers with you, filth." Hermione whipped around and staired into his cold, smirking eyes. Now was her chance. Forcing a tremble and a tear or two, she attempted to scuttle away to the corner. He held fast however, and her pathetic attemps of escape provoked a cruel laugh deep within him. "Bloody hell Granger I know you can do better than that." Draco said, still chuckling. Then thoughtfully looking over her, he continued. "You are in dire need of new attire, your blouse is torn down the center and your skirt is nearly nonexhistant." Confused, Hermione wondered why he cared about her appearance. He didnt give a damn about her health and they both knew it.

"Why do you care?" Hermione sneered, then almost immediately scolded herself. She was supposed to be playing the little-weak-witch who could do nothing alone and trembled under the big bad Death Eaters glare. Draco almost smiled and his eyes lingered on her body and itslack of clothing.

"My dear mudblood... I dont care. But if you are to see the Dark Lord you need to look a bit more presentable." Hermione gulped. The fear on her face was no longer fake. The Dark Lord? Her? Why? She pondered asking these questions then stopped herself. He would not answer and would laugh at her denial- she did not need to give him an opportunity to hurt her further.

Smirking heavily, he waved is wand as tight cords bound her wrists, another near three-foot cord connected her to the evil Death Eater that stood before her, smirk still firmly in place. Without further words he yanked the cord and Hermione flew forward into his arms. "Now be a good little prisoner and stay close." He spoke these words before shoving his lips roughly onto her own. Shock flew through her body. What did her plan say about this? Be good and willing, or fight? She decided that pretending to be weak meant pretending to be gullable; so therefore, instead of fighting, Hermione just sat there and allowed herself to be kissed by Draco Malfoy.

And it was evident that Draco Mafloy was no gently lover, nor was he any sort ofnovice. It was apparent that he had done this many times, and seemed to know exactly where to press his tonguefor her to grow weak at the knees. Fake weak at the knees, of course. She thought firmly to herself. She would never really go weak at the knees due to Draco's sexual touches. He moved his surprisingly softlips expertly against hers, sliding his hand into her blouse. Hermione opened her mouth in surprise as he cupped one of her bulging breasts. He took advantage of this and slid his tongue into her mouth. What now? She thought. Should she let him get away with more than kissing? Surprising herself as well as him, she relaxed into his death grip, slightly enjoying the moment before realizing who exactly it was that she was kissing. Firmly, with a strength she didnt know she possessed, she shoved him back, though the cord didnt allow him to go far.

"Enough." She said. "Now where are these showers?"

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Ron Weasley was freezing cold, soaking wet, and in a particularly foul mood. You would be too, if you'd been trying to escape a pack of Death Eaters for more than a month. So when he finally arrived at headquarters to find his sister and best friend sobbing into each other...he wasnt entirely thrilled.

Looking at Dumbledore, he spoke half-jokingly. "This is not how a pictured my welcoming crew." This provoked a faint smile from the elderly man. Ron grinned uncomfortably. Standing there on the threshold of warth and joy, Ron waited several moments.

"Erm...could I...come in?" He asked, awkwardly.

"Oh yes! Sorry my dear boy, much to think about and not enough time to do it in. Yes, yes of course. Come in sit down." The headmaster was speaking a bit fast, but Ron was able to pick up on most of it. Stepping in, he tossed his tattered and drenched cloak over the coat hanger by the door. "Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore called, "Fetch your brother a cup of hot cocoa, would you? He's dreadfully cold." Winking at Ron, he then strode out of the room. Ginny was looking around in confusion, wondering who exactly she was supposed to fetch this hot drink for, and beginning to think that perhaps Dumbledore was losing his marbles, when her eyes landed on Ron. She emitted a loud shriek before dashing over and enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh RON!" She repeated, over and over, before she pulled back and just stared into his eyes for a few moments. He grinned at his sister before turning to his best friend that he hadnt seen in nearly two years.

Harry just sat there, his tear stained face wrought with disbelief and confusion. He stood up slowly, then ran to Ron, grinning. "Mate! Good to have you back, bloody hell you've missed a lot." Harry was speaking as if Ron had been on vacation rather than tucked away in Azkaban. Ron grinned and enveloped his friend in a 'manly' hug.

He was home.

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Hermione stared around at the freezing stone shower chamber as semi-warm water enveloped her naked body. It was awful, cruel. There were at least four other prisoners showering in the large chamber and Draco had insisted that it was not safe for him to leave, and that she surely would escape. She had then assured him angrily that she would, then she would cut off his balls and feed them to him for breakfast before killing him with a butterknife. She had then uncomfortably stripped off her clothes trying to cover as much of her body as possible before stepping under the stream of water.

Now she was looking anywhere but him. He, however, was assuredly looking at her. In fact, it seemed as if his eyes were glued to her naked form. Perhaps this wasnt such a good idea...the bulge in his pants was getting nearly unbearably painful. He needed to leave, quickly. Striding quickly out of the room, he locked the door behind him with only one backward glance at Hermione.

Humuliated, Hermione began washing herself and turned the water off, trembling. It was these actions, these things, that hurt her most. That made her want to die inside. And he knew it. Sliding into the crisp and clean green robes folded neatly beside her, Hermione waited for his return.

How long could she keep this up?

For she was sure he would continue to abuse her like this even if she did adopt the scared-little-witch demeanor. And it was this abuse that she couldnt handle...apparently he figured that out.

She needed a new plan. If she could somehow gain his trust, then she could crush him. But how in the name of Merlin would she accomplish that? After a few moments of that clever brain turning, it dawned on her.

She would join them, him, the darkside. He would be surprised, but if she could prove her loyalty then perhaps he would trust her. Which would be his downfall. She would crush him, crush him like a beetle under a bottle of butterbear.

A/N: wow that was fun to write. Do not worry though, not all hope is lost for Hermione, and this isnt a Hermione-turns-evil fic, its a Hermione-wants-revenge-andwilldoanythingtogetit fic. And I know that there are probably some who are wondering "how the hell are they going to fall in love?" but do not worry, it will happen! Obsession can lead to odd things, thats all I'm sayin! grins wickedly hehe. well, please leave me a review, getting them just makes me want to write more!

Hermione: See! I WILL WIN::shakes with manical laughter:

Draco: Whatever. You seem to have forgotten that you will dress up in leather for me at some point in this story, isn't that right::smirks:

Me::grudgingly: ...yeah.

Hermione::groans:

Harry: Leather comes from cows...I EAT COWS!