Guess who's back? Back again? M&Ms back. Tell a friend... Ok, I'm done. So many of you are probably upset with me because I posted another new story (WORST MISTAKE), updated twice and hadn't even updated this one. I am so extremely sorry for not updating for almost two months. I can't even begin to tell you how much I struggled with getting this chapter started off and here is the reason why. I tried to not make Draco an evil, manipulative asshole. But that's who he is! Ugh, I know, I know. This is what happens when you try to change people. It's kind of short, I apologize. So here is the manipulative, possessive, dark, borderline abusive Draco you all know and love. Forgive me...

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"Draco…"

"The things I'll make you feel. I'll erase every bad experience, every bad memory, I'll make it all go away. Merlin, you won't be able to even walk when I'm done with you…"

She squirmed in his arms. No, she was stronger than this…

3…2…1

"What do you say, Hermione? How about we make you scream?"

Hermione barely had time to register what was going on before she was forcefully spun around and immediately landed on the floor, cheek stinging. She let out a pained yelp as she landed on her wrist. Her vision was blurred as she pushed herself onto her hand and knees, attempting to stand when she felt a sharp tug on her scalp. She sharply inhaled as he pressed his chest to her back, her eyes gazing at the ceiling as he ran his nose along her ear. His breath fanned into her hair and over her cheek, causing a chill to travel down her spine. She could feel every curve and edge of him as he wrapped his other arm around her stomach.

"Do make it believable. I have a reputation to uphold and my aunt will accept nothing less of torturing you to the point of insanity, so…consider yourself lucky," he purred just before shoving her away from him.

She fell into the chair, knocking her chin before pulling it down with her, landing on her back. She struggled to roll over onto her side, forcing herself to stand on shaky legs.

"So how'd you get the sword, honey?"

She tossed it at him, but with a flick of his wand it landed against the wall, exploding into splintering pieces. She turned away, shielding her head with her arms. She jerked away from him when he reached for her arm, causing her to stumble over her own feet. He took this opportunity to grab her other arm and slam her back against the wall. She winced as he slammed his free hand beside her head with a loud thud. She panted as he leaned in, jaw clenched and eyes searching.

"Come on, Hermione," he whispered, her name rolling over his tongue.

She looked away from him, but he grabbed her chin in an iron grip and forced her eyes to reconnect with his.

"Just tell me. The sooner you do, the sooner this will all be over with and we can go upstairs…and I can welcome you home properly…," he crooned, pressing his chest against hers, "…like a good little boyfriend."

She stared at him with fire in her eyes before spitting right in his face.

"You can go to hell," she whispered through clenched teeth, nose flaring.

He reached up to wipe his face with his sleeve before fisting his hand in her hair. She shrieked as he jerked her head down to his stomach level, forcing her to bend over. He tugged her away from the wall, backing up towards where the cellar was…where Harry and Ron were. She dug her hands into his, but the pain only seemed to egg him on.

"Only if you promise to come with," he laughed.

He dragged her down the stairs, her position causing her to stumble a few times. She could hear banging, as if someone was hitting or pulling on metal.

"Let go of her! Hermione! What have you done to her?"

Harry.

"Hermione?"

Luna! Luna was here! Oh, thank Merlin she's alright.

"Oh, nothing yet. I'm just getting started. Where did you get the sword," he demanded, tightening his grip on her hair.

"Don't-"

She was cut off as he yanked her back up to his level, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. His lips grazed her ear.

"Shut…up," he hissed in exasperation.

"We're not telling you a damn thing, Malfoy," she heard Ron say.

It was quiet for a moment, but her current position didn't really allow her to see much other than the ceiling. It seemed as if Draco was going to accept that they weren't going to talk. She wasn't stupid though. She knew that Draco was about to do something, something she wouldn't like.

"…very well."

Before she had time to even ponder what that meant, her forehead connected with the wall, hard. She gasped as she stumbled against the wall, sliding down it, her vision swimming. She landed on the stairs in a heap.

"Hermione!"

She raised her hand to touch her forehead, not surprised when she brought it back covered in blood. She breathed through her mouth, suddenly light headed. Dark spots began to dance in and out of her vision.

"I can do this all day," Draco said.

She blinked and looked at him through blurry eyes. The room was spinning, but she could see him standing in front of the cellar door, legs slightly apart and hands folded in front of him. Her blurry eyes connected with Ron's worried ones. Harry was glaring at Draco as if he were Voldemort himself. She felt herself falling over, her cheek pressed against the cold stair. She heard Draco heave a sigh.

She felt herself being hauled up, her back lazily pressed to his front, her head leaning against his shoulder, no longer having the strength to keep it up. She felt his hand graze her hip beneath her shirt. He pressed a slow kiss to her cheek and she could hear Harry and Ron's sharp intakes of breath.

"I will take her right here on this very stairway. As a matter of fact, nothing would give me more pleasure than to see the looks on your faces as I bring her over the edge again and again and again. She'll enjoy it too and she'll scream for me just like I know she will."

Even in her hazed state she knew that he was bluffing. Draco was a lot of things, but he wasn't a rapist. She knew that, but Harry and Ron didn't. She opened her mouth to tell them that he was lying, that he was simply tricking them, but all that came out was a jumbled, incoherent mess.

"What was that, dear? You like that idea? Oh, I think she likes that idea," he mocked, a dark and husky chuckle escaping his lips.

She felt him rip the top of her shirt open as he pressed a kiss to her neck.

"Stop it! Stop-Hermione!"

She could hear them banging against the door, but it was becoming more and more faint. She sharply inhaled and her eyes flew open as Draco sank his teeth into her. She bucked away from him, but she hardly had any strength left.

"It was left to Harry! Dumbledore left it to him!"

Ron, no.

"…and the one in the vault," Draco demanded.

When they said nothing she felt him reach for her pants.

"It's fake! It's a fake! Dumbledore knew that the ministry would try and take it so he purposefully left the fake out in the open," Ron hurriedly said.

Draco made a humming noise before he backed up, leaving the cellar and taking her with. She could hear them calling her name. Her legs were barely functioning and she noted that she was barely hanging onto consciousness.

"I apologize for the little bump on your cute little noggin, but it needed to be done."

The last thing she remembered was being swooped up into his arms.

"Stop! Drop your wands…I said drop em!"

Bellatrix's voice traveled around the room in a low hiss. That was what woke her. Hermione blinked, her blurred vision coming into focus. Where was she? She was on her back, she was on the floor. Why was she on the floor? She turned her head and saw a black pair of shoes and slacks beside her head. Draco, she thought with a sudden realization. That's right. They had been captured and taken to Malfoy Manor. Draco had… She looked up and noticed a wand pointing directly down at her face. Bellatrix's wild hair came into her vision as she noticed the crazed witch standing over her.

"Pick them up Draco, now."

Hermione heard him do just that. She swore she even heard him chuckle.

"Well, well, well…look what we have here," she sang.

She groaned and forced herself to turn her head the other way. Oh no. Harry and Ron stood side by side, Harry's face now completely healed and back to normal. His green eyes gazed at the older witch with so much hatred.

"It's Harry Potter…and he's all bright and shiny and new again. Just in time for the Dark Lord," she breathed.

Hermione felt her heart speed up and began to lift her head only for it to fall back down onto the floor. She was certain that she had a minor concussion.

"Call him," she sweetly ordered.

Her eyes moved along the room to land on Draco who had already lifted his sleeve, the Dark Mark on full display. Her chest filled with dread and her eyes began to blur as he lifted his other hand, eyes trained on Harry with a smirk. A sudden tinkling of noise had Hermione focusing her attention on the ceiling. She looked up in wonder. Something was on top of the chandelier. No, not something… Someone!

"Dobby," she mouthed in relief.

Everything happened so fast. One minute, they were all gazing up at the elf in shock and fearful curiosity and the next it was falling, heading straight for Hermione and Bellatrix. Hermione didn't even have time to move before she was being hauled up into thin, but strong arms. Bellatrix's scream echoed throughout the room as she leapt out of the way. The huge object landed with a crash, glass flying everywhere as Hermione was pulled away from it and against the wall, a feminine form holding her own.

Harry and Draco were in a tussle, the blond on top of the brunette, keeping the wands in an iron grip. She watched as Draco sank his fist into Harry's face just before the latter rolled them over. Draco brought his knee up, knocking the wind out of Harry before rolling them over again. With a gasp, Hermione forced herself out of Narcissa's grip before throwing herself on Draco's back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, causing both of them to fall backwards. Harry took this opportunity to snatch the wands out of Draco's grip.

The two of them rolled around in the glass before she finally found herself on her back, his knees on either side of her as he pinned her down. Harry was pulled away from the two of them by Ron.

"Stupid elf! You could've killed me!"

"Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim or…seriously injure," she heard the elf respond.

Narcissa swung her arm, curse ready when, at a snap of his fingers, Dobby disarmed her, her wand landing in his little hands. The older witch let out a surprised yelp. Hermione clenched her teeth and threw her hand in Draco's face as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

"How dare you take a witch's wand! How dare you defy your masters," Bellatrix shrieked.

"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter…and his friends."

"Hermione!"

"Go, go," she forced herself to yell from beneath Draco.

They didn't have time for this. She was one person. They could and would go on without her. She heard Harry call her name once more before the sound of their apparition filled the room. All was quiet as she and Draco glared at one another before she heard the sound of Bellatrix's heels, signaling her approach.

"Well, Draco…what do you suppose we do about this one," she whispered, her voice already filling with glee at the thought of bloodshed.

She watched as Draco slowly looked up at his aunt, jaw clenched.

"We aren't going to do anything. I am taking her to the Zabini mansion. She is my responsibility," he firmly stated, standing and hauling her up with him.

She watched the standoff between the two with worry and a gulp. She shrunk and pressed herself more into Draco as Bellatrix stepped towards them, so close that Hermione could smell the other witch's shampoo. She blew a dark curl out of her eye as she stared Hermione down.

"Don't let that distract you from your duties, boy," she hissed.

Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione's chest.

"Believe me…she won't."

Hermione heard the door shut behind her just before her blindfold was ripped off. She blinked, her head still fuzzy, as she took in the grandness that was the Zabini Mansion. Everything was either white or silver, it was so bright. Hermione felt like she was dirtying the place by just standing on the marble white floors. Draco's grip tightened on her arm as he hauled her through the house. He had to practically carry her up the stairs. She was certain that she had faded out a few times on the way up.

She barely registered the sound of a door opening before her bottom landed on something soft. She blinked a few times, taking in the red and gold colors of the room she was in. Before she had time to dwell on the color scheme, Draco reached up to graze her forehead. His fingers trailed down the side of her face, twisting her head this way and that.

"You might have a concussion," he murmured.

"Gee, I wonder why," she spat.

He gripped her chin.

"Don't get cross with me, my little spitfire."

She smacked his hand away and he in turn smacked hers away from him. She reached out to slap him, but he simply caught her hand. Her condition forced her to lose her balance on the bed and she fell into him. She tightly gripped his shirt and shoved him into the wall, the pictures on the wall shaking from the brunt of the force.

"Cut it out," he scolded.

He gently pushed her away from him and she stumbled before falling onto her bum. Her vison began to swim again, forcing her to lay her head down on the floor. Draco heaved a sigh.

"This is why I tried to put you in the bed. A house elf will be by shortly," he said in exasperation.

She heard the sound of a door opening, her eyes closing just as it did.

"Master Draco says you must eat. Please," she heard the elf beg.

...

She saw a head of blond hair and a strong jaw structure. A small smile graced sinful lips as her eyes connected with grey ones.

"It's good to know you're not dead."

Everything blurred.

...

She sank deeper into the covers as she felt fingers graze her arm.

...

"Miss, we must wash you. We have to take care of you while you recoup…"

...

She heard the sound of glass shattering.

"Merlin, Hermione! Do you want to hear me say it? I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay? I apologize for bashing your head into a wall. It was wrong. Now, wake up. Wake up, dammit!"

...

Her back was against something warm…warm and moving. Her eyelids barely parted to look up into his face. He looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed. He brushed her hair away from her face. She frowned and went back to sleep.

...

Hermione had been in and out of consciousness for Merlin knows how long. She could remember glimpses here and there. Mostly of the house elves begging her to eat. The first thing she noticed was humming. Somebody was humming. She felt fingers running through her hair and over her face. Someone was trying to wake her up.

She stirred, taking note of the fact that her head was in someone's lap, her fingers clutched around somebody's arm. She finally opened her eyes. She was still in the red and gold room. How long had she been here? The person was still humming. She turned her head and groaned with the effort.

"Shh, shh. Relax…you've been out of it for days," a quiet voice soothed.

She turned her head upwards and stared. No…no. She tilted her head in disbelief and confusion.

"Am…am I dreaming," Hermione croaked.

"No, Mione…you're not dreaming."

Hermione sat up, too fast, and her vision began to sway again, but she didn't care. She hesitantly reached out, soft fingers entertaining with her own. A plethora of emotion began to build up within her. Hermione's eyes began to involuntarily water and her lips trembled as she stared into the bright brown eyes of her best friend.

"Ginny?"

Whaaaaaaaat? Don't kill me