The night life is Bulgaria was far from what Hermione was used to, together Viktor and herself had headed off to a beach, where Viktor claimed there was going to be a great party with his Quidditch teammates in attendance, Hermione felt her stomach sink at this bit of news, she certainly did not want a night filled with mindless Quidditch talk, she was sure it would be more strategic conversations than her male friends at school, they were professionals after all, Hermione just simply was not interested.
Upon arriving at the party Hermione was overcome by the amount of smoke in the area, at first she thought it was all from the massive bon fire which had been constructed messily on the sand of the beach, she soon noticed that it was also accompanied by all the players smoking what she assumed were cigarettes, the smell was atrocious, and she found herself gagging slightly.
"Now Herm-own-ninny, the air is that that bad" Viktor said, leading her in closer to the group of his friends. Hermione was soon introduced to the entire team, though she knew there was no way she would remember all their names, she could barely pronounce a single one. First she was introduced to the one female, her name was Clara Ivanova, thankfully Hermione knew how to say her name, she was one of the teams chasers, and took it upon herself to call over the others.
Hemione then met the team's captain, another chaser, by the name of Vasily Dimitrov, he was very friendly though Hermione was having a hard time deconstructing their accents, she then met the last chaser, Alexei Levski, he appeared to either only speak Bulgarian or he just really didn't want to talk to Hermione, as he simply waved as he walked past.
Ivan Volkov and Pyotr Vulchanov were the next Hermione met, they were tall, dark and mysterious, and were smoking cigarettes Hermione thought weren't the same as the others, they had a distinctive smell which she could not place, having not been accustomed to the smell or having smelt it before. Before long Lev Zograf appeared, claiming 'he did not vant to miss the fun".
Feeling quite intimidated by all the strong males around her, Hermione was glad when Clara came to talk to her, leading her away from the strong smoke filled air, she passed her a drink saying it was a special Bulgarian drink called Rakia, claiming it was like a type of grape juice. Hermione drank eagerly, wanting to rid the taste of smoke from her mouth, she barely noticed the taste, but was faintly aware that it did not quite taste like grape juice.
The night wore on and Hermione continued to drink the rakia which everyone seemed happy to give her and were enjoying themselves. Hermione spent most of her night talking to Clara and Viktor, the rest of the team weren't seeming as friendly as the night wore on, the beaters had begun giving he the strangest, most intense looks, and Lev would periodically come and ask her "Haff ve had enough to drink little vitch?' before disappearing back into the night sky.
While talking to Clara about how she became an international Chaser, Hermione began to feel exceptionally dizzy, and tried to seek out Viktor, but he was nowhere to be seen, faces of the rest of the team loomed into her vision as she stumbled around the beach in search of her friend, she felt too hot and she was sure she wasn't even walking in straight lines, she could barely see a few metres in front of her, which caused her to bump into several people, several times.
"Vot is the matter little vitch?" She heard a voice ask her, turning to see who was talking to her, Hermione nearly toppled over into the fire pit, and thankfully she was saved by a pair of strong arms grabbing her by the waist.
"I think the little vitch has had too much to drink" the masculine voice continued to purr into her ear, the smell of his cigarettes was suddenly very intoxicating to Hermione, she leaned in towards the man talking to her, stumbling slightly and falling into his chest. She looked up to apologise to him, but found herself lost in his deep brown eyes, Hermione tried hard to remember his name, she knew he was the keeper for the team, what was it, Jeff? That didn't sound quite right.
"I'm sowwee" Hermione slurred slowly, still gazing into Lev's eyes, she didn't notice him leaning down towards her face, and barely registered his lips pushing against hers, it was only as his tongue began tracing soft lines on her lips did she respond.
What no one had told Hermione was the rakia was actually quite alcoholic, and as the night had progressed the team had slowly been pouring her drink stronger and stronger, and now, she was very drunk, after all, she was 15 and never drunk any alcohol before. Hermione responded in a way no good girl should, she pushed herself closer to Lev, allowing his tongue entry to her mouth, letting him run his hands over her body, she did not process when his hands moved from running in small circles around her back, to grabbing her bottom in a firm hold.
Hermione wrapped her leg around the boys waist, moaning into his mouth, when suddenly she heard Viktor behind her, he gave a low moan as he walked directly behind her, reaching a large hand down under her coat to her breasts, where he began to tickle and pinch her nipples, and leaned in to bite at her neck. Hermione's mind was a wild blur, she could feel hands and mouths all over her body, she did not know how many there were or who they belonged to, all she knew was that she had never felt this way before.
Hermione woke up with a raging headache, sitting up slowly she took in her surroundings, she was in a cold room, lying on a large bed, her entire body ached, and she had no memories of the night before, "Viktor?" she called out uncertainly. She heard no response, and with great difficulty she twisted herself out of bed, and made her way over to the only wardrobe in the room, it contained no clothes, there was only a mirror, and Hermione could only gasp at her appearance.
Hermione felt hot, and sick, and disgusted as she took in her image. She knew now why she was so cold, her clothing had been removed, and she was now clad in only a short leather skirt and a leather looking corset, the skin around her neck and breasts were covered in dark bruises, and she had a spectacular bruise covering one of her cheeks. Tears began to run down her face, as she realised what must have happened. She suddenly remembered the party, and trying to find Viktor, but not being able to.
With a deep breath Hermione slowly pulled down her skirt, she had multiple bruises appearing on her bottom and a copious amount of something white and dry between her legs and stomach. She felt like she was actually going to be sick now. What had happened last night, what had turned it into an innocent enough party, into this, why could she not remember? Had she been obliviated?
Hermione frantically began looking for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found, she bravely made her way to the crude looking wooden door, only to find that it was locked from the outside, she was crying freely now, she ran to the window to see what she could see. It appeared that she was locked up in a tall tower, surrounded by a forest, the window was definitely not a way to get out though.
Thinking as hard as she could she tried to remember the previous night, but to no avail, when she heard footsteps coming from outside of the room, she bolted back to the bed, and tried to hide under the covers as the door slowly opened.