Chapter 7

Gray Eyes and Blue Changes

Let it be know that the begining of this chapter was not written by me. They were my ideas but I didnt know how to write them out. Thanx Laura 4 helping. She wrote the 1st part then i changed it around...but the 2nd part is all by me.

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be warned...this is what makes the story t

Hermione was in the middle of a very peaceful sleep when the door creaked open. Her eyes flew open and the first thing she noticed was that she had a pair of very strong, very comfortable arms wrapped tightly around her. She immediately recognized them as Draco's.

The next thing was that the person entering the room was Moldywart himself.

The third thing caught her quite by surprise. Draaaa-Malfoy (his name is Malfoy!) had rolled right on top of her and was kissing her senseless. And it wasn't at all unpleasant. She gasped and he used this opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

My God, she tasted good! Draco thought.

Hermione who had previously been struggling now letting him kiss her and even kissing back.

Just then they heard a voice.

"Draco," the voice she recognized as Voldemort's said. It was cold, merciless and all together evil. It sent shivers down her spine, not in a good way, "Get off the Mudblood so I can have some fun with her."

Hermione's heart jumped into her throat, while her stomach felt like it was about to fall out her arse. Draco moved away from her and tugged her out of the bed. When her body was concealing his face from his master, he gave her a look that clearly said 'I am so sorry'. He then shoved her at Voldemort.

"Come here my pretty little Mudblood," he all but purred at her. It sent shivers down her spine (still in a bad way)

"What do you want, Moldybutt," although she couldn't put quite the right amount of venom in it.

Voldemort then stepped forward and waved his wand. She was instantly bound with ropes, and as a bonus, completely naked. She was catching the drift.

She planned to tell Voldy exactly what she thought of his plan to rape her, but she found she could no longer speak, because of the tongue that had been shoved down her throat. She struggled against him, and tried to break free, but it was no use. He stopped kissing her and he moved behind her.

He lifted her hair off the back of her neck and blew an ice-cold breath across it. She shuddered in revulsion. He obviously took it as something different because he took it as an okay to start touching her. He moved his hand from behind her and wrapped it around her pale throat. He then moved the hand down to her collarbone, then her breasts. He traced them and pinched them repeatedly while her nipples hardened.

Not because she was horny or anything, but because of the cold. Everything about him from his voice to his eyes, to his skin was freezing. He traced patterns over her belly, and delved his fingers between her legs. She tried to close them but the binding kept her from moving.

She promised herself he would not see the satisfaction of seeing her cry. When he reached down and found her quite dry, he removed his hand.

He hissed into her ear, "I won't take you now Mudblood. I want you to want me as I take you hard." He then walked toward the door, waving his wand lazily behind him to unblind her. Before he left the room she managed to spit out:

"Don't hold your breath."

He whirled around and screamed at her, "Crucio!"

Instantly, Hermione was caught in the throes of the Cruciatus Curse. She felt like she was being flayed alive by white-hot pokers while having about a hundred root canals at once.

When it was over she collapsed onto the thickly carpeted rug. Voldemort had left.

Draco was sitting on the bed and had become silent not knowing how to deal with emotion.

Hermione got up and threw on a new top and and pj pants.

She sat curled up in a ball on her half of the bed, she faced away from Draco. Silent tears streaming down her face.

She refused to let Draco see her cry, or even hear her. She had to be strong. She had to be a warrior and stick this out until the end came. She was a Gryffindor, she was a proud, intelegent, strong, young woman. She had powers and skills that most people could only dream of.

The last thought gave Hermione the strength to stop crying.

I can survive this. I am as powerful as 'Lord' Moldy-thing, I hope. NO. I know! And even if I die, I'm going to make his life, and all the other fucking death-eaters lives, hell! I will do everything to annoy them, anger them, bug them, humiliate them, anything. She thought.

Being a bookworm/work-o-holic/the brain of the Golden Trio, Hermione had always needed a goal to strive towards. This was her goal.

She lay down, facing away from Draco so her wouldn't her cheeks wet with tears, or her puffy eyes.

She felt an arm wrap around her. She turned to see it was Draco's.

She looked at him confused. In the moonlight, Draco could see her tear-stained face glisten.

He smiled at her slightly. 'I'm not one to soothe or console people, or cheer them up. This is my version of comfort. Not much really.' Draco said looking her directly in the eye. 'Sorry this is the best I can do.'

She looked in to his eyes to see that they were a soft shade of blue. Sinceer and hinest.

She smile and lay her head on his chest.

This was all she needed to do. They both knew no words were needed.

Sh elifted her head after a few minutes and looked into his eyes.

'I thought your eyes were gray.' was all she said.

(A/N) not as long as my others, but still 1000 words. My grandma is even worse...2 of my friends r depressed and cutting...there is a reason this chapter is not to happy. ur depressed friend, the dyslexic bookworm --- sarah (yes, I no it's a weird title, but I like it)