A/N-I hope some of my old, faithful fans are still there. This chapter has been long in coming, and I think I've held you in suspense long enough. I just couldn't seem to find appropriate songs for this next part, but the problem is solved. HAPPY NEW YEAR! On we go.

Disclaimer- I wonder if they sell stock shares of Harry Potter because that's the only way I can claim I own any of it.

Chapter 14: Break the Lion

Just thought I'd take a little bit of your pain("echos" quietly in the background)

She Want Me... Now

She woke up with a splitting headache. The nightmare gripped her and her terror made her skin ripple with goosebumps. The second I open my eyes everything will be back to normal, Hermione thought insistingly. The moment that I see my room and my books around me, I'll know it never happened.

She opened her eyes with the prayer repeating in her mind. She looked up and saw, not her bed's canopy, but a grimy stone ceiling covered with lichen. A scream escaped her lips, and she heard a door open.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me

Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want

You howl and wail like a banshee

Still your mind won't ever let you say

Your mind won't let you say that you want me

Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want

My little tired devotee

Your mind won't even let you feel

"Good, you're up," said a male voice obviously belonging to the person who had opened the door. She tried to turn in order to know who it was, but discovered something was holding her back. Spells had been cast to keep her in place. "Now we can have some fun." The malice in his (whoever he was) made another scream raise in her throat, but she held this one back. She could not, would not, let this person get the satisfaction of hearing her scream again. He came into view. "Hello, Hermione." Blaise.

"Why would you do this? How could you surrender Hogwarts to Voldemort? We've left you alone since then," she asked in a quavering voice.

"You humilated me, Mudblood. Twice. Why couldn't you just be a good little girl, and play by my rules? Then we wouldn't be in this situation. If you would have just complied like one befitting your station and given me what I wanted, you may not have ever needed to feel the pain that I will now be forced to give you," he taunted with feigned sadness.

"And what exactly do you pressume is my station, Blaise?" she snapped with venom.

Quivering now, shivering now, withering

Your mind won't let you say that you're

Wondering now, pondering now, hungering

Won't let you say that you're

Questioning, wavering, weakening

Your mind won't let you say that you're

Hearkening, listening, heeding me now

Won't let you say that you want

"A filthy, dirt-stained, Mudblood bookworm who's whole life revolves around the demented fools in the Order," he stated as if it was purely fact. Maybe, to him, it was. The door opened and closed again. He turned to someone I could not see and said, "Master, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this visit?"

A high-pitched voice said, "I want to play with the Mudblood. I see she has no blood on her skin, which means you are being too soft with her, and in any case, I know you would not assume that you would get first rights to our new toy before me."

"Never, my lord. I suppose I shall just leave you to the task at hand," he murmured.

"Nonsense. You must stay and learn the proper way to deal with filth like her," hissed Voldemort. She began to struggle against her bonds in a futal attempt to protect herself from the monster. When he came into her view as he stared down at her, an unholy glee filled his eyes. He raised his wand, and then all there was, was pain.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me

Your mind won't ever, never let you have what you want

I feel your hunger to taste me

Still your mind won't ever let you say

Your kind is just the type that should use me

But your mind wont seem to let you have

The opportunity to abuse me

Your mind won't even let you feel

Draco had awoken in a similar fashion, save that he was in a room that looked like his room, but wasn't.

"Hello, honeybun. How are you feelin'?" asked an all too familiar voice.

"Pansy, where is she? Where is Hermione?" he asked, his voice begging for information. He could almost hear her pout.

"Why do you care about that piece of trash anyway? Why would you want her when you could have me?"

"Because she is everything you're not. Because she's beautiful and brilliant and fiery. Because there's no one else like her. Because I love her," he said while his heart constricted in his chest. What was happening to the love of his life? He could feel that something was wrong with every fiber of his being.

"By the time Blaise is done with her she'll be as brilliant and fiery as a rock," she laughed. "He'll break her until there's nothing left of her save the outer she'll, which won't be very beautiful anymore for that matter."

Terror gripped him with every fiber of his being. Blaise had her. Blaise was beyond dead if ever they met again. If that traiter hurt her he wouldn't even have time to cry out in pain. He had Hermione.

Quivering now, shivering now, withering

Your mind won't let you say that you're

Wondering now, pondering now, hungering

Won't let you say that you're

Questioning, wavering, weakening

Your mind won't let you say that you're

Hearkening, listening, heeding me now

Won't let you say that you want... me

Blaise would have taken her to the House. Voldemort would want a turn with her since she represented everything that he hated. He had to get her. Nothing in this world would stop him. Definitely not Pansy.

Savor the addiction, savor the affliction

Savor me

Hermione's world had reduced to the never-ending pain and her blood painted vision. If she was screaming, she didn't know. Her brain processed only pain, and she couldn't think to move or escape. Her body felt like it was being ripped to shreds, one piece at a time. Even after the curse was removed, the pain continued to be unrelenting. Then one thought broke through.

Draco.

Savor the addiction, savor the affliction, now

Savor the addiction, savor the affliction

Savor me

Where was he? Was he in as much pain as she was? Was he even alive? Did he think about her? All that seemed to matter was Draco. He was her saving grace. She thought, 'As long as I have Draco, I can get through it.' No matter how petty and childish the words seemed, he was her only hope.

Savor the addiction, savor the affliction

Savor the addiction, savor the affliction

Savor me

Savore me

Get it

Then just as suddenly as it had come, the pain seemed to melt away until it was completely irrelevant. She didn't know exactly when she stopped feeling the pain, but when her hearing returned, she heard herself chanting, "Draco will come. Draco will come. Draco will come," quietly to herself.

"What are you whimpering about, filth?" Blaise snarled.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me

Get it

Her mind hardened into sheer hatred for the man in front of her. In her eyes, this supposedly handsome man was uglier than her trailer-park-dwelling cousin, Albert, with buck-teeth and a face consumed by acne. How could someone so hideous call her filth?

She remained silent.

"I asked you a question, Mudblood," he snarled.

"Why the hell do you care what I'm 'whimpering' about? Don't you have better things to do than play with dirt?" she inquired icily.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me

Get it

She watched him set his jaw, and in two long strides, he came to the bed and slapped her.

"Oh no, you slapped me. I am quivering in feel," she drawled monotonously.

"You don't want me angry with you, Granger. That is the last thing you want," he warned.

"Oh, but you have to wait for your masters permission to touch me, dearest Blaise," said Hermione with a slightly crazy grin.

"But I shall have my turn." With that he turned on his heel and stalked out the door.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me

Draco was just dwelling on the many ways he'd destroy Blaise before he killed him when the door of the dorm room burst open.

"Mr. Malfoy, I believe we have a student to retrieve," said Snape.

Because Your mind won't let you say that you want me, don't want me

'Maybe God doesn't hate me as much as I thought he did,' Draco thought to himself.

Snape pointed his wand at the magic bonds and suddenly he could move. "You can thank me later."

Your mind won't let you say that you want me, don't want me

"Professor, do you have any idea where Hermione is?" he asked, rubbing his wrists.

"Vaguely," he replied. Pointing his wand at Pansy, who was trying to slip away unnoticed, he hissed, "Where do you think your going, Miss Parkinson?"

Your mind won't let you say that you want me, don't want me

"I was just...uh...oh shit," she cursed.

"Quite. You will stay here until I am prepared to escort you to the Headmaster," he ordered.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me, don't want me

"She knows where they are, I'll bet," Draco suggested.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said a little too fast.

What do you want?

What do you want?

"I'm sure I can locate some Veritsaserum for her."

What do you want?

What do you want?

A/N- I would love to be able to address a response to each reviewer, but I just don't have the time. So thank you to: GoddessofDestiny419, proudhpreader (not dead, see?), chocolate dreams, Slyzerin, his-lil-shortie, BadLilMe, and last but not least (cuz you've read for so long) Steelo.