A/N Okay, obviously I left out a few parts in this narrative. I'll stay mostly canon but some things will have to change for the purpose of my story. Also, this chapter contains torture and sexual assault, so please don't read on if you aren't comfortable with these themes, and please, if you've struggled with assault, get help, or tell someone. It doesn't make the pain disappear, but it can help.
Hermione POV
Hermione had never known pain like what she was feeling now. She remembered the time she fell out of the tree in her backyard and broke her arm and knew now that it was nothing.
With every shouted Crucio from Bellatrix, Hermione writhed on the floor in excruciating pain. She cried out, hoping for an end of this torture. Finally, it stopped.
It didn't stop for long, because Bellatrix leaned disgustingly close to Hermione and began carving into her arm.
Draco POV
Draco wanted to be sick. He wanted to close his eyes and disappear; he wanted to go to his room and cry. Granger's arm was now bleeding, the word Mudblood now carved into her arm by Draco's psychotic aunt. He saw Bella walk over to Greyback and say "somehow the bitch still won't talk… You can have her."
No.
Please, no.
Draco watched in horror as Greyback ripped off Granger's muggle clothes, hearing his aunt in the background saying, "If she's going to impersonate a real witch, the least she could do is not wear that filthy muggle clothing." Granger was now naked in front of him, crying silently but seeming to accept her fate. Draco honestly had pictured her naked many, many times since the Yule Ball, but this… This was wrong. He felt no attraction to the girl laying on the ground, he only felt pity and some protectiveness. Draco looked toward the ceiling. He prayed Wonderboy and his freckled git of a sidekick would figure out how to save the girl.
"Watch, Draco. Don't be a pussy. This is what filth like her deserves." Draco obeyed his aunt, if only to prove he wasn't weak. Which I am, he thought. Greyback had Granger's legs spread, and was about to push into her. "It appears she's a virgin. Surprised Potter hasn't sullied himself with the bitch yet." Greyback groaned and pulled back, ready to force himself into her and break through her hymen. Draco felt a tear slowly work its way down his cheek.
Pop! Draco barely had time to look up before he heard Weasley shout "Get the fuck off of her you bloody monster!" Suddenly the entire room erupted into chaos. Bellatrix and the other death eaters started launching curses at Wonderboy and Weasley, who now held a naked Granger in his arms. Curses were exchanged and suddenly Draco was face to face with Potter, who merely tackled Draco and wrestled his wand out of Draco's hand. Potter looked surprised at not having to put up much of a fight. He was about to ask Draco something when they all heard a creaking noise from above. A house elf - bloody hell, is that Dobby?- was unscrewing the enormous chandelier above Bellatrix, Weasley, and an unconscious Granger, whom Weasley had been forced to set down. Draco leapt and pushed Granger's form out of harm's way before he could think. He heard his aunt roar in pain, and Dobby yelled "Dobby must get Harry Potter and his friend to safety...Dobby cannot help Miss Granger now!" Potter and Weasley both yelled "No!" but it was too late - Dobby had disapparated, taking the two with him. Suddenly Wormtail came running up the stairs. "The prisoners! They've escaped! All of them are -" He cut off when he saw that everyone but Draco was on the floor, injured from the fallen chandelier. Wandless, Draco grabbed a piece of the chandelier and hit Wormtail, knocking him out cold. "Well that was bloody satisfying," he mumbled. He looked at Granger, who was now awake but confused. "Malfoy? What" Draco "shushed' her and picked her up. He started running to his room, hoping he could form a plan before the Death Eaters dug their way out of the rubble.
Hermione POV
Draco bloody Malfoy was carrying her up the stairs. This was probably the oddest thing to happen yet, and that was saying something. "Where are you taking me?" she questioned. "Please don't speak… If you wake up the portraits everyone will know where we are." Hermione nodded and kept quiet. She realized she was naked and felt very self-conscious, but obviously it was too late to do anything now. He'd already seen Greyback try to… Oh Merlin. All the pain came rushing back to her and she began letting out silent sobs that shook her. She glanced at her arm, which was still bleeding. Oh, of course. Of COURSE that psycho used a cursed knife. Suddenly Malfoy took them both inside a room and closed the door, locking it and pushing a dresser against it. He reached inside the top drawer and pulled out two wands. "I've kept these, just in case. Obviously it was a good idea." Hermione silently wondered how he'd come across them and who had died to leave these wands behind, but she didn't ask. Malfoy threw some clothes at Granger and walked towards an armoire. "Get dressed, we need to get the fuck out of here." He pulled out two brooms, but at the look on Hermione's face, he pushed one back into the armoire. "You'll have to ride with me. I remember you were a ruddy clumsy fool on a broom. The wards won't let us apparate, but we can fly -" "DRACO! WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE IS THAT SODDING MUDBLOOD?" Draco let out a mumbled expletive. They looked at each other and quickly jumped on the broom. "Just… hold on Granger." He yelled a quick Reducto at the window and flew out the now broken window just as Bellatrix burst into his bedroom. Hermione held on, wondering why in the bloody hell Draco Malfoy had just saved her life.