My eyes opened then shut again. Flickering lights and colours danced across my eyes, unrecognisable. Shifting between darkness and light, I couldn't make out the difference as everything was distorted and spinning.

Memories came back. A few at first, all scattered and distant. I remembered the ground, it was moving. The pain in my stomach, two men, I was being carried somewhere. There was nothing I could do. The smell of some chemical made me dizzy. The memories seemed a little clearer now.

I rolled over onto my side. It hurt to hold my eyes open so I just closed them again and fell back to sleep.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ribs and I sprang awake. I looked up and saw the shadow of a young man standing above me. He stepped closer. I was still a little bit groggy and my eyesight was still a little bit hazy but as he stepped closer, I began to recognise the young man.

I couldn't believe it.

It was Harry Potter.

My eyes then shifted quickly to my surroundings. I was lying on the floor of some dank and dirty room. There were no windows and it was almost pitch-black apart from a small slimmer of light coming from the doorway where Harry had entered.

I tried to scramble to my feet, but I didn't have any strength in my body and I fell back down on the dirty ground. My knees had become horribly muddied from lying on the wet, dirty floor and my skirt looked ripped and torn. I wasn't hurt apart from that and I was just glad that I hadn't been raped.

I tried to scramble to my feet again and this time made it to my knees.

"You're wasting your energy, Hermione." Harry said. "There's no escape from here."

"What on earth do you think you're playing at Harry? Where am I? What is this place? Answer me, Harry. Why are you acting like this?"

"You are needed by Lord Voldermort. Myself and the other death eaters have gathered here for a special ceremony."

"What are you talking about, Harry? Why are you helping the death eaters?"

"They are the ones that know the true way. And you, Hermione, you are a special type of witch. You possess a magic that we need to give Lord Voldermort ultimate power."

"Ultimate power?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, the power to rule the whole world. You've been studying your magic well Hermione. You know a lot and you will be of great use in this plan."

I was more confused than ever. My thoughts were cloudy. I put my hand to my head and tried to think but no thoughts came. I looked back at Harry. He was staring at me cold the same as he had done in the corridor at Hogwarts. Harry seemed to be a completely different person. I had to find out what was wrong with him. He was my friend after all. And I certainly wasn't going to let him have his way with me that would have been the ultimate embarrassment.

Harry extended his hand out to me and I took it. He pulled me to my feet with ease.

"Come now," he said. "Let the ceremony begin."

"Shut up, Harry! I'm not going to be part of your stupid ceremony. You're acting like a real jerk so you can just get lost right now."

"You will come with us Hermione, whether you like or not. One way or the other Hermione, this is your destiny. We were meant to be together Hermione and this is the best way."

"Piss off, Harry!" I screamed back at him. "Why on earth would I want to go out with you now! And you can forget about your stupid ceremony! It's all rubbish! That stupid Draco has infected your mind! I won't go with you."

"I'm afraid you have no choice."

Harry lunged forward and grabbed me by the wrist. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he was far too strong. He pulled me towards the door and tried scrapping my feet along the floor to slow him down but it didn't work.

When we reached the doorway he held me face-to face. I stared dead in his eyes. He had no love for me. There were no thoughts inside his head. There was no emotion on his face. It was like he was a ghost.

Harry tightened his grip on my wrist and it really started to hurt.

"Harry, you're hurting me."

"You could have done things the easy way."

"Just stop it Harry!"

I leaned back and slapped Harry as hard as I could with my free hand right in the face. It left a big red mark on his left cheek and he let go of my wrist. I panted heavily. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Harry looked at me angrily.

"You'll pay for that, Mud Blood!"

"Mud Blood? Harry, you've gone too far now!"

How dare he call me a mud blood?

Harry stepped towards me but I quickly moved to the side and kicked him in the leg. He crumpled down to the floor. Harry looked shocked. I was a bit shocked myself to be honest. I didn't think I had it in me to kick someone. Harry came at me quickly again but this time I didn't react and pinned me up against the wall. The sweat on his face was dripping down onto mine as he clasped my blouse.

"That was a very silly thing you just did, Hermione Granger. It is not nice to kick people."

"Nor is nice to kidnap people and lock them away in a dark cell but that doesn't seem to bother you. Now let me go!"

"Never!"

He swung back his arm ready to punch me. I closed my eyes and flinched. Sweet, little Harry Potter was really going to punch me, a girl, one of his best friends. I waited for the punch to arrive, but it never did. I opened my eyes and saw that Harry had stopped his punch just moments before he had hit my face.

Harry chuckled.

"Now, now," he said. "I would never want to damage your beautiful face,

Hermione. There's no need for that. I think you will come willingly and that you will perhaps join us. It is a much better life here."

"What in some dark cave? You've gone mental Harry!"

I then brought my knee up and hit him square in the groin. He doubled over in pain. I didn't wait around to showboat or to wait for him to get up, I quickly sprinted out of the cell and down a dark, watery path.

I was running in about an inch of water and it splashed every time I took a step. It didn't bother me too much that my shoes were ruined and that my feet were getting wet, I just wanted to get out of there.

It was hard to find my way around because it was so dark. There were small lanterns attached the wall, but nothing else and they weren't strong enough to light up the whole path.

I ran and I ran until suddenly I came to a dead end. I looked for another way and then I saw another path, covered in the shadow of darkness. I turned the corner. I had no idea if I was going the right way, I just wanted to get as far away from Harry as possible. I was still shocked at what I had done. I didn't have any real strength and to actually beat Harry in a fight was quite an accomplishment.

I kept looking over my shoulder to see if Harry was following me. I couldn't hear him or anyone else around but I had to make sure. Then suddenly I ran into a strong chest.

"Going somewhere, Miss Granger?" said a voice.

I looked up to see a blonde-haired boy, who was a little bit taller than me but had a strikingly youthful complexion. It was Draco Malfoy and I hated him. He held one arm around my waist, keeping me close. I was right up against his strong chest and I could feel his heart beating. He seemed calm and relaxed and he had a wide smile on his face.

I struggled but he held me firm. I knew I had no chance of getting out of Draco Malfoy's grasp; he was just too powerful. But I wasn't just going to give up and I struggled again, using my free hand to try and push him away from me. I only succeeded in amusing him.

He took hold of both my wrists so tightly that I couldn't move my arms at all.

"Trying to escape were we, Miss Granger?" he asked.

"What is this? Where am I?"

"I'm sorry. I can't answer that right now. But soon, Hermione, soon."

I brought my knee up to kick Draco in the groin, the same way I did to Harry, but Draco's reactions were lightning fast and he managed to catch my leg and he tossed it to the side.

He grabbed me round the waist again and held me close against him.

"My, isn't this romantic?" he said.

"Get lost, Draco! Let go of me at once."

"Oh, I do enjoy a good struggle. There's nothing more I enjoy than my prey and their futile efforts to get away. I am much too strong for you Hermione. It is inevitable that you will lose."

He brought his hand up and stroked me on the cheek. I then bit his hand in pure rage, how dare he try to touch me like that! He recoiled his hand.

"You bitch."

He blew on his hand for a second and then brought it in front of my face.

"Now, my dear. It is time for you to sleep."

He moved his hand in a circular motion and a pink dust came down.

I coughed and then immediately became drowsy.

I tried to fight it, but it was too late, my body had already surrendered.

My legs collapsed under me and fell to the ground. But I was caught before I hit the ground and scooped up into a pair of strong arms; Draco's arms.

I looked up the ceiling and at Draco's face as he looked down at me, smiling and laughing.

Then darkness.