"WHY ME? WHY? LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! WHY ME! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS? NOTHING! WHY? TALK TO ME! WHY!"

I remember her cries; her pleas.

I remember how pale and lifeless she looked in her prison, her breathing shallow and he face portraying nothing but insanity.

Insanity from being tortured and raped, beaten and cursed.

Insanity caused by me, and my kind.

But she deserved everything she got.

She was nothing but a filthy Mudblood bitch. She was scum, and we did the world a favor by getting rid of her.

I remember when she got here, how scared she looked, how she stopped struggling when she saw me; how she actually smiled.

She had actually thought she had a chance. She truly thought that I, Draco Malfoy, a Pureblood, a Death Eater, would pity and save her.

I remember crushing that hope when I spat and laughed at her, and just like that, horror rushed back into her features, with a mixture of shock and despair, realizing that all hope, all chances of being saved, all chances of making it out of here was gone.

I remember how she went limp and allowed herself to be dragged into her prison, her face marked with terror.

We cursed her; we all took turns. I remember how she screamed every time, how much emotion were in her screams: agony mixed with rage and helplessness.

I remember how we kept cursing her until she was almost dead; we never killed her, wanting her to suffer more later.

I remember how once she revived, we spat at her and stripped her, reducing her into a crying heap on the floor, making her cry out of shame.

And I almost pitied her.

But I pushed all thoughts of pity out of my head and waited for the others to leave.

I remember when she looked up, and started screaming when she saw me, but I kicked her, and forced her to be quiet.

There, she got the courage to demand why I was doing this.

"Why are you doing this Malfoy? Why? Have I done anything to you? What makes you hate me so much? Why do you have to torture me? Why me? WHY ME? WHY ME!"

I laughed at her mockingly and slapped her.

"Why? Because you're dirt, you're nothing, and it's about time you were put in your place."

"What would Harry say to you right now if he were alive?"

I then flew at her in rage, hitting her in a crazed frenzy, raping her, beating her until she pleaded for me to stop, going hysterical.

I grabbed her by the hair and she flinched.

"Don't you ever, EVER mention Potter in front of me again, you Mudblood bitch."

"My name is Hermione, Malfoy."

"Do you think you deserve to have a name? You are just a stupid little whore, a worthless piece of shit."

I flung her to the floor and exited the room, leaving her to sob in a heap.

A few days later, I had the honor of killing her.

But she was just filth, not even worth remembering.

And she will always be filth.

A dirty Muggleborn girl who I never felt anything for, except for hatred and anger, and I suspect that will be the way that it will always be.