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A/N WARNING! This chapter contains scenes of violence and rape. If this upsets you please do not read it. This chapter was hard for me to write, but it needed to be written for the story tocontinue. Happy reading and don't forget to review.

Back to Hell

The door creaked open and Hermione stirred from her exhausted sleep. She was freezing cold, and had pulled her arms into her shirt and bunched up into a tight ball, trying to conserve heat. A tiny bit of light spilled into the cellar illuminating just a portion of her cell. She heard footsteps approaching and mentally prepared herself to see him. Step by step the footsteps echoed through the dark cellar. He waved his arm and lights appeared in the room. He strutted towards her, his chest pushed forward in a snide manner. He conjured a chair and sat in front of Hermione's tiny cell. He sat and stared at her for what seemed like forever.

'I am not going to cry, I will not give him that satisfaction.' she thought bitterly. 'If Draco is dead, I will do him that honor and go out with my head held high. Not like some begging coward.' she stood up and looked into those evil eyes.

"So." he said matter-of-factly.

"So?" she said.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself." he said flatly.

"I did." she smiled, thinking of all the fun she had with Draco. She wished she could tell him everything she did while she was away, but she bit her lip.

"Oh, just like that eh love? Just like 'I did'. Well, I see you have learned some bad manners while you were away, have you forgotten all I had taught you about respect?"

"Apparently I have." she stated, with such a fierce passion in her eyes she hardly looked like the same Hermione at all. He was a little taken aback by her insolence.

"I see, so we need to start all over then? Well, its more work than I wanted, but maybe I was too soft before." he stood up and paced, tapping his wand against the palm of his hand.

"No Steven we are getting a divorce. The papers are filed. The hearing is scheduled. The whole world knows what you are now." she folded her arms in front of her trying to look intimidating, but failing miserably.

"Oh, the divorce is off, didn't you hear? If you don't show up to that hearing next week, it is dismissed. And believe me, you wont be going." he smirked.

"You forget, Harry is an Auror, he will find me, after all he knows where we live, he will be here any minute." she wondered if that were true. She wasn't sure if they were in their house, the basement was too dark to be sure.

"Oh, sure if we were at our house, I would be so scared of the famous Harry Potter." he said sarcastically. "But lucky me, I found a nice house that is unplottable, and no one knows where you are." he smiled and it sent chills through her spine. No one knew where she was, she was worse than dead. She didn't let on to her fear though; she kept up her brave front.

"Harry can find me." she said flatly, not really believing it.

"Well, maybe what's left of you." he replied as he was getting closer and closer to the door of her cage. She was never more scared, but she still didn't let on. He waved his wand in front of the cage and the door opened slightly. She pushed her body against it to prevent him entering her 8 by 8 cell. But his strong body pushed its way in, and he shut the door behind him. She backed up against the wall, and he advanced on her like a cat catching its prey. A large hand connected with her face and she fell back and onto the floor. It knocked the wind out of her, but she caught her breath quickly, and stood up again to face him. She laughed as she held her stinging cheek. He looked at her like she was quite mad. His hand connected again, and again she fell. It took a little longer for her to get back to her feet, but she did. Both of her cheeks were a bright red color. He punched her in the stomach without warning and she fell to the floor yet again. She felt like screaming out, but she would not do it. She was not going to beg him as she had in the past. If he beat her to death it would be in dead silence. Her silence unnerved him. He hit her again and again until she fell to the floor and didn't get back up. She tried to shield herself from his blows, which had now turned to kicks. Her shins were assaulted by his hard kicks, followed by her stomach. She grunted, but did not cry. After what was only minutes, but seemed like hours, he stopped. He looked down at her broken, curled up body and smiled.

"I'll be back later." he said smugly, locking the cell and leaving her in complete darkness.

She heard the door lock, and she sat up in the far corner of the room. She didn't think she had any broken bones, but she was in a lot of pain. Still she was proud. She had not cried. She had not begged. Draco would be proud of her. She scooted back and curled up, trying to fall back asleep to escape the pain.

Harry and Draco were waiting impatiently for Draco's owl to show up. Finally he did. Draco grabbed his leg and tied the note around his leg.

"Take this to Pansy's house. If she is not there, leave it on her porch understand? Wait until I give the word right?" the owl blinked as if he understood every single word. They walked outside to the ministry entrance. Harry put a disillusion charm on both of them and they walked outside with brooms ready to follow the dark owl. Draco let him go and they kicked off the ground and sped behind the owl and into the night. The air was cold as they flew over the city of London. The tiny twinkling lights were waving them goodbye as they rose higher and higher. The owl was extremely fast and it was hard to keep up. They were soaring over treetops and fields, hoping to get there in time.

She stirred again to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. She stood up quickly, and painfully. She was ready for another confrontation. He sauntered over to the bars and smirked. He had expected to see her curled into a ball, but instead she was standing up, her eyes meeting his. He was carrying a blanket, which he tossed onto the chair.

"Sleep well?" he asked coolly.

"Didn't try." she replied.

"Cold?"

She was noticeably cold; her skin was covered in goosebumps.

"No"

"You sure? You look cold." he said, eyes wandering to her chest. She had no bra on and the cold was showing in ways she hadn't thought of.

"I'm sure."

"Do you want this blanket?" he asked, thrusting it forward.

"No." her fierce gaze had not left his.

"Go on take it."

"I don't fucking want it, just leave me alone." she screamed, losing her cool.

"Oh, swearing now are we? I don't remember teaching you that." he said smugly.

"There are lots of things you didn't teach me." she said pushing his buttons. His eyes darkened with anger. She felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Oh, but there are many more things I can teach you." he said darkly. He approached her cell again and opened the door. She made no effort to stop him, instead saving her energy for the fight.

"No mouth now eh love? Keeping the comments to yourself? Wise, wise." he paced the small area.

"So we need to make some decisions, like how to explain your odd behavior. What do you suggest?" he made a sudden movement to watch her flinch in fear, but she made no movements. Her eyes bore into him, and she said nothing.

"No ideas, ok. We are going to say you were Imperiused by that Malfoy. Saw you and just had to have you. Took you to his house and hid you away, made you file for divorce." he smiled sweetly and extended his hand to her. "Ready love?" She shrunk away from him in horror.

"I wont." is all she said.

"Oh but you will." he said inching closer to her.

"No, I won't." she said again with just as much confidence as last time. She wouldn't make Draco out to be the evil one. She just would not. Period.

"Where did you get the idea you had a choice?" he asked her before punching her in the nose. Blood spurted out, covering Steven and the floor with tiny drops of blood. It was broken for sure. She made sure not to cry out. She covered her nose with her hand to try and stop the blood. She was unsuccessful and blood poured onto the cement floor.

"Ready now?" he asked sweeter than ever.

"No" she managed through her hands. He pushed her head into the cement wall and she heard a thump. A blinding pain in her skull made her slump to the floor. She was conscious, but lightheaded and her vision blurred as she looked back up to his eyes. With some effort she stood back up and looked him in the eye.

"I SAID NO!" she screamed. "I WON'T DO IT!" the last words were blurred by another blinding slap.

'YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. I AM YOUR HUSBAND, YOU SWORE TO LOVE, HONOR AND OBEY ME. YOU WILL FORGET ABOUT EVER GETTING OUT OF HERE. THERE WILL BE NO DIVORCE." his eyes were full of rage.

"No, I am not living like this anymore. You can do as you like, I am getting out of this marriage one way or another." she said folding her arms again.

"YOU THINK SO HUH?" he strutted forward and ripped her shirt off exposing her breasts. She tried to cover up but he grabbed her arms away. His mouth found its way to them, kissing and sucking on them hard and rough.

"Bet you missed that didn't you?" he asked smugly. She felt as if she could vomit right there.

"To tell you the truth, no. I had better." she immediately regretted those words. His fist connected with her stomach and she felt one of her ribs break. She grunted, and wanted to scream out, but for Draco's sake she did not. She doubled over and tried to catch her breath, it was difficult, but she managed. She stood back up, more determined than ever. If only she could get his wand. But before she could figure out how, he was ripping off her boxers and underwear. She panicked. He had done this before, and she had just laid there and let him. But now, things were different. She would fight, she would not let him do this to her.

"NO" she screamed as he pushed her down onto the floor. "GET OFF ME"

He paid no attention to her, she heard him unbuckle his pants and pull them off. Her heart was racing.

"YOU ARE MY WIFE, THIS IS MY RIGHT!" he screamed. And then without notice he tried to push her head down on his flaccid member. She jerked her head up, resisting his heavy hand. He pushed hard and her body gave in to the pressure. Her head landed in his lap, but she kept her mouth tightly shut. He attempted to pry her mouth open but it didn't work either. Repeated slaps and punches to the back did no good either. Her lips were tightly clamped together. Frustrated he threw her on her back, the cold concrete scraped her bare skin. She felt tiny pebbles embed themselves in the fresh cuts. It stung, but she didn't let on. She had more important matters on her mind, like pushing Steven off of her. Try as she might he was just too heavy. Her broken rib gave a sharp pain as his heavy body landed on them. He forced her legs apart and held down her arms. She spat in his face. And to her surprise he smirked. He pushed up into her with force. She wanted to yelp in pain, scream out for help, she kept quiet. He thrust himself in and out of her with such force she was sure he had ripped some part of her. She felt blood running down her thighs. He continued with great momentum, scraping her back even more with every movement. Her mind shut down and she left her body behind. She thought of Draco, his eyes, his lips, his comforting arms.

'I love him' she thought to herself, and that kept her going. 'I love him' she repeated over and over in her mind. Just then Steven came, and momentarily let his wand fall to the floor.