(A/N: Hey Everyone, welcome to chapter two. This has three diffrent people PoV's in it. Hermione's, Ron's, and her kidnappers. So sit back, relax, and enjoy Differential.)

Chapter Two

The Kidnappers PoV

"Are you sure this is the place?" muttered a dark haired man to his companion, standing outside Apartment 3B in the Embassey Apartment Complex.

His companion gazed down at a sheet of paper and looked up, meeting his gaze, then nodded.

The first guy looked at the door and with a sigh, raised a wand and muttered a spell.

"Lets get this over with"

Hermione's PoV

Silky Brown Tresses were splayed on the blue silken covered pillow case in the bedroom of Apartment 3B. This was Hermione's home, and currently it was nearly three in the morning, and Hermione, who had previously been sleeping peacefully, jolted awake suddenly.

"What...?" she murmered to herself, her ears straining to listen to the silent apartment. Something had awoken her, yet she wasn't sure what. Then she heard it again, a rumble of voices, in her apartment!

Now, instantly awake she turned to her side table and quickly grabbed for her wand. It wasn't there. She groaned silently, she'd left it in the living room before she had went to bed. Thinking fast she grabbed her phone up instead and dialed a number, trying to slip off the bed and crawl tword the attachted bathroom. The sound of footsteps were approaching the bedroom.

"Hewllo?" asked a groggy voice on the other end of her phone.

The doorknob was turning, and she gazed around frantically for an escape.

"Ron?" her voice was but a whisper, laced with a slight aprehension and fear.

"Mione?" came the reply, more alert, "Something wrong?"

The door was opening, two large figures stood there, One raised a wand to her, and her eye's widened. She was aware of Ron's voice through the phone. And as a golden beam came at her from the tip of the wand, she managed a loud,

"NO!" before everything went dark.

Ron's PoV

"Hermione? Hermione? Answer me!" Ron yelled into the phone frantically after he had heard her terrified scream. Samantha was now awake also and was looking at him.

"Ron? What is it?" she asked in concern, "Is Mia okay?"

Ron didn't answer, but was getting out of the bed and searching for his wand.

"Ron!" Samantha said again, "What's going on?" Ron stopped. And stared at his wife.

"Get Amber, and make sure you keep the doors locked. I'll be back" he said and kissed her gently before apparating to Hermione's apartment. He didn't like what he saw. On the floor of her bedroom there was a small trace of blood on the floor. The rest of the apartment was empty.

Hermione's PoV

"Mmmm...Ermm..." Hermione was slowly awakening from what felt like a deep sleep. Her head pounded, and reaching up, with her eye's still closed she gingerly touched it. It was sticky. Opening her eye's now and drawing her fingers away she saw the deep crimson that was stainging her fingers. She was bleeding.

Sitting up quickly, alarmed, then groaning as the world spun, she tried to focus her eye's. Once everything seemed to calm, and she was able to see better she noticed the room she was in. If it could even be called a room. It was more like an oversized closet.

It was empty except for a thin blanket in the corner, with white walls that had peeling wallpaper. Whimpering in slight fear she pushed herself back into the far corner of the room, curling in a ball in the corner.

What had happened? Her mind was foggy, but she faintly remembered being at Rons... Someone's birthday? Yes! Arthers! Then she had came home? Yes...And had fallen asleep... Then what? There seemed to be a blank period from how she had gotten from her warm, safe bed, to here, in a oversized closet.

She heard footsteps outside, and she tried to press herself even more into the wall. She may not know why or how she had gotten here, but it couldn't be good. The foorsteps paused outside the door to her room, and Hermione watched in horror as the knob slowly twisted and a body filled the entryway.

Her eye's darted over the figure, trying to see if she knew him, try to grasp at some reason as to why she was here. Nothing...She could think of nothing.

"Aww...Your awake..." the man said in a cruel tone, and Hermione stiffened, then jutted her chin forward and scowled,

"Who the heck are you that you think you can take me from my home. Where are we?" she demanded in as strong a tone as she could muster.

The man smiled, showing crooked yellow teeth, and he stepped into the room.

"I knew you'd be perfect.." he kneeled and reached out and touched her cheek, she quickly shoved his hand away. He smirked.

"Spirit...I saw it in you the first time I saw you... I knew it would be fun to break. You'll be fun to break" he said cruely.

For a moment Hermione's eye's lowered, then as the full meaning of his words entered her brain she gave him a glare,

"Your sick!" she screamed, trying to move farther away, but couldn't. This time he scowled, and raised his hand, a moment later a stinging pain was running through her cheek. She brought a hand to it in shock.

He stared at her, then slowly put a hand on her stinging cheek again, this time over her hand.

"You'll learn soon not to fight me Shahar" He said staring at her cruely.

Hermione's mind raced. Shahar? He thought she was someone named Shahar? This might be her out.

"I'm not Shahar" she said quickly, "I'm Hermione, Hermione Grang-" before she even finished the sentence she was quickly hit again, and he sputtered in rage.

"You will not use that name again. You are Shahar!" he hit her once more, "Shahar do you hear!" with tears stining in her eye's, she nodded. What had she gotten into?

(A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed this chappie, because I enjoyed writting it.. I like this fanfic alot. I know it's a bit soon for chapter two already, but I'm not sure if I'll be on anymore this week so I figured it would be better to just go ahead and post it since I had it.

Next chappie we finally see a bit of Draco, and unfortunatly, a bit more of Hermione with her...Attacker. Hope to see you there. Review!))

Disclaimer: Looks at Mirror Sighs Nope...I don't look, act, or write like J.k. Rowling, which means I am not J.K. Rowling, which means I don't own a thing. Well except Amber, Samantha, and Hermione's Kidnappers. But I don't like to take claim to them. There just nessecity to the plot of this fic.

HPN Padfoot HPN : My first Reviewer! I'm glad you like the story, but No, this is not a H/HR, eventually this will be a D/HR. Enjoy))