A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Warning: language, bigotry, sex,

Word Count: 2003

Hermione shivered, pulling the shawl around herself. The shawl was so thin, it did almost nothing to protect her bare skin from the cold.

"Spare a coin?" she asked, looking at the person walking in front of her. She'd been sitting on the sidewalk begging for nearly three hours. So far, she'd earned nothing. She knew she would be going hungry tonight.

Things had gotten bad since the war, since she'd lost everything. Now, she was sitting here, in barely enough clothing to keep her from getting hypothermia, trying to get enough just to get something to eat.

Muggle-borns were being hunted down in the wizarding world. She'd barely managed to escape. She had hated leaving Ron and Harry, but her parents had been murdered, her face was plastered everywhere. She hoped they were doing alright without her. She was trying to do all she could from this side of the world, but she wasn't sure she'd made any progress at all. She hadn't heard anything from them either way.

She heard footsteps coming her direction. She looked up, her face smeared with dirt and dried tears. Life on the streets was harder than she'd realized.

"Spare a coin?" she asked, not even meeting the eyes of the man passing her. She heard him pause. She studied his boots. They were leather, well worn, well made. She hoped he would drop her something, anything at this point, would be a blessing. Instead, he reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up to eye level. She shuddered as he stared at her.

"I think you'll do nicely," he stated.

"Please, I don't have anything you want," she whispered. He simply leered at her and discretely drew a wand from his coat. He touched it to her and she fell unconscious. "The boss said find some pretty little muggles, you certainly fit that bill don't you? Maybe if you're lucky, I'll bid on you myself," he added, laughing. He carried the limp Hermione from the streets and down a darkened alley before disappearing.

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Hermione blinked her eyes. She could feel that her hands were bound. Her feet were free. She glanced around. The room was large and dark. She could see some shadows, some of them were moving. She wondered if they were witches and wizards or muggles?

"Hello?" she called out softly. No one answered her at first, finally she heard a soft response from the other side of the room.

"Hello," the voice whispered so quietly Hermione almost didn't hear it.

"You alright?" she asked.

"I'm alive," the voice stated. Hermione could tell it belonged to a female, possibly the same age as her.

"Any idea what's going on?" she asked.

"No. I was working and then I woke up here," the voice answered. "I'm Fiesta by the way."

"Mia," Hermione answered. She knew she couldn't use her real name. She had no idea who had taken her and for what purpose.

"Shut up in there," a gruff voice stated. Hermione could see a man walk into the room. He was huge and her brain remembered seeing him before, at the Ministry. She gasped. He was a Death Eater. She was in what could be the worst possible place.

"Let us go!" Fiesta screamed, kicking at him. Hermione could tell her hands were bound also. She was chained to the wall, same as Hermione.

"Shut up you little bitch," he yelled, slapping her across the face.

Hermione remained motionless, watching. She wanted to scream, say something, but she was terrified of giving herself away.

"Now, the auction is about to start and I expect the Dark Lord will be very eager to watch you get what's coming to you," Dolohov continued. Hermione glared at him. At least, so far, they hadn't realized who she was. That might come in handy. She wished she still had her wand. She'd given it to Harry. She hoped he was using it well, that he was still alive at least.

"Let's go," he stated, grabbing Fiesta and leading her from the room. Hermione watched, her mind thinking of how she could get away. She had no idea where she was, how many of them there were, if Lord Voldemort was here. What had he been saying about an auction? Was she about to be auctioned off like a piece of meat? Life on the street had been bad, but this, this was worse.

She heard him enter the room again. This time he walked straight over to her. He seemed to study her for a moment before undoing the chain holding her to the wall.

"Come on, filth," he growled, grabbing her and yanking her from the wall. He led her out of the room and into a room filled with bright light. For a brief moment, she was completely blind.

"Next up, we have this little bit of filth, found on the streets begging. Doesn't have much strength to fight if you're looking for someone weak," Dolohov announced. Hermione kept her face down, but watched the room as best she could. There were more wizards there than she had planned. She saw some Death Eaters, but more people she didn't know.

"I'll start the bidding at one galleon," Dolohov stated. Hermione heard people screaming, the price going up and up. They were bidding on her. She shuddered at the thought of what they were planning to do to her. She knew how muggles were treated by these kind of wizards. She knew they thought she was a muggle girl. The fact she did have magic, that she was a witch, gave her a slight advantage. Maybe she could get away from whomever managed to win her.

"Fifty galleons," a voice yelled. Hermione felt a jolt run through her. She recognized that voice, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Sold, to the wizard in the ridiculous hat," Dolohov announced, yanking Hermione from the stage and down a flight of steps. She felt herself being handed off. Heard the sound of money exchanging hands. She couldn't run, not yet. There were still too many of them.

"Let's go somewhere more private," the voice stated, dragging Hermione. She yelped as she was yanked. Soon, she found herself in a small room. There was a bed in the corner, chains on the walls. She finally risked looking at the wizard who had won her, won the right to use and abuse her in the Death Eaters' eyes.

"Merlin, Hermione, what have you gotten yourself into?" he asked. Hermione sighed in relief as her eyes met Bill's brown ones. He had a scar across his face from where he'd been attacked by Greyback.

"I should ask you what you're doing at a Death Eater cattle auction," she snapped. Bill laughed.

"I'm working undercover. I'm not part of the inner circle, but little events like this, as horrible as they are, get me one step closer."

"Do you have a plan for what happens then?" she asked, sitting down on the bed. It felt amazing to be in a real bed, to not be freezing.

"The Order does have a plan, it's not the best one, but we're working on it. Ron's been in contact with the twins, something about Horacruxes?"

"They're little pieces of his soul, split from his body," Hermione answered. "That doesn't change the fact you just bought me like a piece of meat."

"It was either I buy you or Lucius did."

"He recognized me?"

"No, I barely did. What happened to you? I heard you left Ron and Harry, that your parents were murdered in Australia."

"I.. I didn't have a choice," Hermione sobbed. Bill sat down next to her on the bed. "If I stayed, they were looking for muggle-borns, murdering us on sight. I know I should have stayed, helped them. I've been trying to help them, I set up the spells so I can find them."

"They mentioned they seemed to have a mysterious helper. Now, Hermione, if this is going to work, me moving up the ranks as a spy, I need to make sure they believe I'm hurting you, torturing you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered, meeting Bill's eyes. She could see herself in the reflection and she wondered if she could go back, if she could ever go back to the world she'd had to leave behind.

"Good," Bill said, leaning over and touching his lips to her ear. "Scream for me," he ordered. Hermione let out a bloodcurdling scream. Bill smiled and pulled a sheet of parchment from his pocket.

"Now, tell me about these horacruxes, how many are there and how many have been destroyed?"

Hermione started explaining everything she knew, making sure to scream and yell on and off to keep the Death Eaters from investigating. Soon the pair heard footsteps in the hallway. Bill's eyes widened.

"Get under the blankets," he ordered, vanishing Hermione's torn and tattered clothing. He did the same with his.

"What?"

"I know those footsteps. He's coming to see that I'm properly ravishing you, that I'm taking your innocence, that I'm humiliating you," he whispered, kissing Hermione. She nodded, pretending to struggle beneath him. She felt him kissing her neck, felt him caressing her body. She heard the door open.

She felt Bill pressing against her as she felt someone watching. She cried out, knowing she had to put on a show. She could see Bill smiling at her, not quite a leer, but close enough to fool whoever might be watching. She realized that although they were both naked, that the blanket covered them, giving the illusion. She realized that Bill wasn't actually do anything worse than kissing her.

A small part of her, the part of her that hadn't been touched by a wizard in months, wanted him to do more, wanted him to take her. She pushed though thoughts from her head. Her body, however, didn't reject those thoughts as easily. It bucked beneath Bill. He looked down at her in shock. She felt her face flush. Bill nodded, pulling her against him tighter, his member rubbing against her. She yelped as her body reacted. She knew this was no longer an act, this was pure lust, pure sex, and she was enjoying it. She screamed as she climaxed, as Bill released himself inside of her.

Their voyuer clapped slowly before leaving the room. Hermione let out a sigh of relief. Bill slid off of her and laid on the bed next to her. His body glistened with sweat. Hermione was panting slightly.

"Hermione," he whispered.

"Bill," she replied. "That was... "

"That was more than an act," he stated. "You..."

"I wanted it, apparently you did too. There, now that we have that out of our systems for now, can we figure out what our next move is?"

"Right," Bill said, unvanishing their clothes and grabbing the sheet of parchment. "You mentioned that you think something is hidden in Bellatrix's vault?"

"Yes, we're not sure what, but it seems logical. Do you have access?"

"I might, and if I don't, I know someone who does. I don't think anyone else is going to be coming to check on us, shall we get out of here then?"
"Won't they notice us missing?"

"They'll think I'm dumping your body," Bill said gravely. Hermione nodded, wondering if Bill could keep this up, and what might happen if he failed. She found she was worried about him.

"Right, where are we going?"

"Order safe house. Don't worry, no one will care that you've run away and come back. We all know things are bad," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Does the safe house have a bed?" she joked, as Bill took her hand.

"Really?"

"Joking," Hermione whispered, giving Bill a weak smile.

"It does, but I doubt we'd find time to do that again. Ready?"

"Ready?" she answered as he apparated them from the room and to the safe house.