THANK YOU, Amalia Bradley, Catjetrat and Tori for ur reviews! Oh, and Tori, there is a difference (for me) between dysfunctional and rape. I wouldnt take such a serious topic and poke fun at it, so dont worry.

Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, his muscular frame casting a shadow down on Hermione Granger. She was different than before, her fingernails outgrown, her skin completely covered in dirt. She cowered in a corner, trying to avoid the darkness. Her night terrors had intensified.

She did not acknowledge Malfoy's presence, she just sat in the center of her cell, trying to retain warmth. The guard looked at her briefly before turning. "Master Malfoy, she is a feisty one, but if your interest in her is because of her looks..." The man began, ushering towards Hermione.

"I'm afraid that you should look elsewhere. Before the final battle she and some others cast a hex on themselves to prevent their bodies from being taken advantage of." He explained, though Malfoy only smirked in return. She was always a clever one, very realistic.

"How much?" He questioned, turning to th guard with something unfamilar glinting in his eyes...joy.

"Nineteen galleons, sir Malfoy." He responded, his voice a bit too earnest for Malfoy's conservative tastes, but he ignored the tone.

"How long has she been like that?" Malfoy questioned, looking down on her cowering figure. The guard shrugged before replying.

"A few weeks. She lasted longer than others, but sooner or later they learn to detatch themselves from their bodies." His voice was filled with spite and disappointment, but all Malfoy could do was watch her carefully, his gray eyes sparkling in the darkness as he watched his love shiver.

"How soon can I have her out of here?" He asked quietly, continuing to stare at Hermione unblinkingly. The guard already had his wand out, waving it in the air, a stream of dark blue smoke billowing out of it. Almost instantly a smaller, more peaky man appeared before him, his eyes watery and empty.

"Yes?" His voice was deeper than would be expected from someone his size. Malfoy hid his surprise well, clearing his throat before speaking.

"I would like to purchase her." He snapped, this swift anger returning to his voice by the second. The watery-eyed man nodded, a key appearing in his bony fingers.

"She will be bound to you by magics not unlike that possessed by the house elves. Though you will be in charge of her punishment, she can disobey you. For a simple nine galleons more you can purchase an item that will tether her to you..." Malfoy waved his hand in agreement, hastily bringing out a handful of gold coins, counting them carefully.

"Get her out of there," He sneered, unable to see Hermione confined in such a small cage, dirty and cold. The guard nodded, snatching the key from the small man beside him. The instant the cage clicked Hermione stirred jumping to her feet. Malfoy had the daunting idea that usually such a noise meant torture.

"Get over here, Mudblood." The guard hissed, his voice much less pleasant than it had been with Malfoy. Hermione backed herself into a corner, squinting her eyes.

"Settle down," He snapped, grabbing the girl's bony arm and pulling her out of the darkness. She kicked his stomach, showing amazing strength for one who looked so small and weak.

"Let go of me!" She screamed, elbowing the guard's chest, her eyes alight with almost-lost passion. The man whipped his wand out, holding it in front of him threateningly. She recoiled backwards, wincing the instant her body touched the shadows.

"Someone is here for you, Mudblood. Now stop hiding and come out before you make me do something that I want to." She stepped forward brazenly, squinting her eyes in hope to see her 'purchaser'.

"Harry?" She called out in hope, praying that at long last he was here to save her. Malfoy flinched at her words, two blots of pink rushing on his cheeks almost instantly.

"No," He replied coolly, watching with amusement as a look of pure horror grew on her face, her nostrils flaring in recognition of the voice.

"Put me back, PUT ME BACK!" She shouted to no avail. The guard with the damned wand was in control, not her.

"I'll kill myself if you let him touch me!" She proclaimed strongly, seeing as she had not eaten in days. The guard snickered at the comment, pushing Hermione forward.

"You can do that for all I care, but I'm sure Master Malfoy will do his best to prevent your escape." Her eyes were wide with terror as she pushed into the guard, hoping to find refuge in her cell. Just kill me, Avada Kedavra, that's all you need to say. I refuse to be a slave to this "bastard!" She cried out as Malfoy grabbed her emaciated frame and pulled her out of her chamber. His eyes were exactly the same way that she remembered, but he had grown. His muscle mass was far more than she recalled, though she dismissed this thought from her mind immediately.

"Granger," He sneered, slipping back into his Hogwarts persona, eying his ex-love with strange yet obsessive interest. The cell that used to be her prison now seemed to be her only hope.

"Kill me, but I will not become Draco Malfoy's servant." She hissed into the guard's ear before biting it viciously. With all of her strength she threw Malfoy and the watery-eyed key holder back, racing through the narrow hallway that confined her. Hermione was smart, perhaps even a genius, and she knew that she had little chance of escape, but only a fool would not take the risk.

Malfoy knew her better than anyone else...even Harry, admittedly, so her escape was futile. He knew where she was going.

In a desperate attempt to confuse she ran into a narrower hall, knowing that this would be unexpected. Instantly she regretted not snatching the wand from that guard's grubby fingers. Maybe they will kill me...she contemplated, knowing that she would rather die than be back with Malfoy.

They were in love, a love that did not come along ever century. They were two perfect halves, soulmates, regrettably. He betrayed her and though the bruises that plagued her mortal body would fade, betrayal cuts far too deep. There would always be scars.

Malfoy did not want to leave Hermione to die, he wanted her to come with him. She should have known that Voldemort would defeat those pathetic impure witches and wizards. However, she stayed with Harry and Ron. If he could he would kill both of them, just for taking his love from him.

She refused to use her better sense and stayed, pushing her one true love away. We would have been so powerful...but she could not think like that. They were both strong and clever, assets to either side, good or evil. Voldemort allowed her to live, though Malfoy was unaware of the true reason...

Hermione ran as fast as her weak figure would allow, licking her chapped lips compulsively as she changed corridors on a whim, not really knowing where she was going. She could hear cheers and boos surrounding her, fellow prisoners either congratulating her on her escape, or cursing her for beating them to it.

Ignoring this, she concentrated on her instincts. She and Harry had once studied a map out of this very prison. Where is the entrance...but it did not matter. It was over before it began.

"Hello, Granger." A cold voice drawled from behind her. Knowing who it was, she continued to sprint, not wanting to be his. The very thought of it was vulgar. His powers of persuasion were powerful, he almost had her convinced to switch sides two years ago. He could not touch or harm her bodily, the prison had already done that, but the emotional damage he could inflict was astounding.

She did not hear him speak again though suddenly her body hit the cold dungeon floors. Hermione knew that it was over, but she still struggled to get to her feet.

"Still a fighter," He whispered inaudibly, though she could hear them. They always had that odd connection between the two of them that no one else seemed to possess. With that she felt another hex hit her, unconsciousness swallowing her entire being...