"Man," Hermione sighed. She threw a rock at the ground. She was in the Malfoy dungeon. That's where they literally threw her. Hermione had already tried to apparate, but it didn't work. She tried again. She disappeared from sight just to be placed there yet again. "Arg."
"It's not going to work," a voice said from the shadows. "Why are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "I was kidnapped."
"How'd you manage that?" The voice questioned.
"We, Harry, Ron, Ginny and myself had apparated to…a street. Around thirty death eaters surrounded us. Someone hit me with the cruciatus curse. Two others had stunned Ginny and Ron. Harry jumped in between the curse and me. I tried to move toward my wand, but another death eater had gotten in my way. That son of a bitch, Lucius Malfoy. He told me that I'd make a good maid. He touched my face. And then…he disapparated… bringing us both here."
"Oh."
"Why are you here?" Hermione asked the voice. The person was still in the shadows. She couldn't see him.
"I live here," the voice replied. "Do you know what he meant by the whole 'you'll be a nice maid'?"
"Well…I guess he meant someone that cleans and stuff…like a house elf."
"No. He has house elves. He doesn't want a house elf to do what he's thinking of with. He wants a girl," the voice told her. "Honestly, I feel bad for you." A blond haired teenager stepped out of the shadows.
"Malfoy?" Hermione denounced.
"Yeah. Although I'd prefer it if you called me Draco or Dragon or something else. I don't want to get confused with my father. I hate him. I was actually hoping that the Golden Trio could help me by killing him."
"Oh. So you just give us the dirty work, don't you?" Hermione frowned.
"Well…no. I said that I had hoped. I never said that I had sent him to find you. That was the Dark Lord's doing."
"Voldemort?" Hermione asked.
"Please don't say his name around here…" Draco drifted off. He glanced around the room, making sure no one else had heard her. "My father will torture you. He's done it to me millions of times."
"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort," Hermione repeated. "Voldemort, Voldemort. VOLDEMORT!"
Draco jumped each time she said the name. "Stop," he begged her. "He'll come down here."
"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort," Hermione repeated. A door slammed open. Draco threw himself into the shadows.
"Told you so," he whispered to her.
"GRANGER!" Lucius yelled. "Crucio!" Hermione fell to the ground, whimpering.
"Stop," Hermione begged.
"You haven't learned your lesson yet," Lucius barked. "Only when you've learned the lesson, can I stop. What is the lesson?"
"Never… say… Voldemort's…name…" Hermione gasped.
"What did you say?" Lucius barked.
"Never..say…Voldemort's…name…"
"No," he growled. "That's not the lesson." He kicked her in the stomach.
"Never…say…you-know-who's…name," Hermione gasped.
"Good girl," Lucius told her. He kicked her again. "Now let's hope you remember that for the future." He kicked her again. "Once for every time you said it. How many times did you say his name?" Hermione didn't answer. "Okay. If you want it that way…" He kicked her for the next fifteen minutes, nonstop.
Hermione kept whimpering at every kick. By the tenth kick, tears had started to run down her face. "Stop," she begged. She curled into a ball.
"LUCIUS!" A woman's voice came from upstairs. "Come up here! We have a guest!"
"Coming!" Lucius called back, extremely politely for someone that had just kicked a girl for the past fifteen minutes. Lucius quickly made his way up the stairs. "I'll be back for you," he told Hermione. Hermione whimpered. The door slammed shut and Hermione could hear the door being locked.
"I told you that he'd come," Malfoy muttered to himself. He walked over to Hermione and kneeled down beside her. Hermione remained curled up in a ball. "It hurts a lot less if you breath out before he kicks you. Now, can you please uncurl yourself? I might be able to help you."
"Why would you want to help me?" Hermione gasped.
"Because. I almost killed Professor Dumbledore, and I didn't help all the other girls that came by here. All those girls died or have been locked up. I don't want that to happen to you. And I can't even help the people that are fighting against…the Dark Lord anyway. This is the only way that I've been able to think of." He raised her shirt, so that he could see her stomach. He touched a dark mark on her skin. Hermione shrunk away from him. "I can't help you if you won't let me."
"I don't need your help," Hermione groaned.
"Fine." Draco got up and turned around. He stood in front of her and said, "This is your choice. You can die if you want to. It's your decision." He picked something up off the ground and made to apparate.
"No. Don't leave," Hermione griped at his leg. "I need…help." It hurt her to say this, since she and Draco Malfoy had been enemies for all of their lives, but she really needed it. She slowly moved out of her curled position.
"Now, I'm going to put this ointment on your stomach. Okay?" She nodded and closed her eyes. She knew that it was going to hurt. Draco lifted her shirt so that he could see her stomach. He slowly started rubbing the potion into her skin. Hermione tried to get away, but the floor was in her way. She whimpered.
"What…is that? It's…really cold," she complained.
"A potion that I found at some muggle store," Draco told her.
Someone undid the lock and the door slammed open yet again. Someone was stomping down the stairs. Draco grabbed the 'potion' and ran back into the shadows.
"Granger!" The voice slurred. Lucius had been drinking. Hermione jumped up from the floor, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. "Hermione," he slurred, sneering. "How long I've waited." He walked up to her, touching her face. Hermione scowled. She backed away from him. All she accomplished was backing herself into a corner. Trapped. He was in front of her. Hermione tried to dodge to his left, but he caught her. He roughly pushed her up against the wall. He stepped on her feet so that she couldn't kick him. Soon enough, his breath was on her face. It smelt of whiskey. His lips roughly crashed into hers. Hermione brought her right arm and socked him. "That's not very nice," he smirked. Then, he punched her in the stomach. "Bitch." From the shadows, Draco could hear a loud crack.
Lucius smirked. Hermione's face was full of pain. Her hand immediately moved to her stomach, where he had punched her. Lucius' lips were on hers again. Hermione tried to fight him off. She punched him with her other hand. Lucius stopped. "Bitch. No one EVER hits ME!" Lucius did an uppercut into Hermione's stomach. Another crack. Hermione doubled over. Lucius, in one sweeping motion, threw her onto the ground…. (A/N: Bla bla bla… DRACOs PoV now…)
Draco had stopped watching. He turned away from the site. Soon enough, he could hear her shriek. About five minutes later, Lucius had left and Hermione had been left on the hard floor to flood the room in tears.
