-1A/N: So I didn't update this weekend cuz I wasn't here, but also from total lack of motivation. I got zero reviews for my last chapter. I figured I needed some other characters in my story besides just Hermione and Draco. But no worries, they're back in this chapter! I'm also debating on whether or not to even finish this story after I finish writing chapter eight. Lots of people are reading it, but practically nobody is reviewing…Who knows.

A/N: Also, there is nudity in this chapter. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Chapter Four

The walls of Hermione's cell were made of stone. And they were definitely cold. Apparently the bed was for temporary use only. Like before, she was chained to the wall behind her, and there was a single door.

How long had she been in here? "At least a day." She thought. Her stomach gave a small groan and then stopped. She hadn't eaten in at least three days. At least, that's how long she calculated she'd been held captive. Luckily, her stomach was now past the painful stage, and just felt empty, voicing its protest every now and then.

It seemed too calm for Hermione. It was making her nervous. She was pretty sure she hadn't been raped- "Yet." She thought -because she wasn't sore down there. She almost wished somebody, even Voldemort himself, would come!

"What am I thinking?" She said, shaking her head. Of course she didn't want anyone to come down. But to Hermione, it eerily felt like the calm before the storm.

It was all too short-lived, though, as footsteps outside the door grew louder.

"It's déjà vu." She thought, remembering Bellatrix. Her stomach started doing flip flops in her stomach, and her hands were becoming clammy and she started shaking. She could feel tears pricking her eyes, which she fisted away.

"I can't let them see me cry!" She thought angrily. "It's not like they're going to pity me or something."

The footsteps stopped, and Hermione heard a voice saying "Alohamora". The door opened and there stood Draco, in his black robes with his wand out. For a second, Hermione felt a bubble of hope- "Why? It's not like he'll help me." She thought -before another man came into the room.

Lucius Malfoy. Hermione had been in enough run ins with him to know how awful and cruel he could be. Hermione could only stare, her heart beating faster than normal. She sent a pleading look in Draco's direction, knowing he would do nothing, but trying anyways. He just shut the door behind him and looked at her with an impassive face.

Lucius walked forward and pointed his wand at Hermione. She cringed, fearing the worst, but found that her chains were now unlocked and she could move.

She stood up slowly, unsure of what to do.

"So Mudblood," Lucius started, "Bellatrix has told me some interesting things about her little visit with you." He took a step closer to her.

Hermione shook her head fast. "No no. That's not true!" She yelled. "I didn't tell her anything-"

"Exactly!" Lucius said, an evil smile on his face. He took another step closer. "You didn't tell her anything because nobody told you anything." Another step. "Now why do you think that is?" Another step. Now he was practically in her face.

Hermione took a step back and found the wall at her back. Lucius lunged at her and grabbed her by the neck, hitting her head on the wall behind her, making her cry out in pain, tears in her eyes.

"You will not back away from me when I'm talking to you Mudblood!" He roared. He pushed her back against the wall, her head hitting it once again. She staggered and fell to the side, landing on her hip. Lucius grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up. He squeezed, making Hermione claw at his hand and start gasping. "Now, Mudblood, answer me. Why do you think nobody told you anything? Is it because they don't trust you? Is that it, hmm? They know they can't trust you, so you're not included. Or maybe it's because they don't think you're good enough?"

Hermione whimpered, tears slipping down her face. She shook her head, denying what she was hearing. "Not true, not true, not true!" she said through her tears. "They're my friends, they wouldn't do that to me." She closed her eyes and whispered, "It's not true." Lucius smirked and released her. Hermione slumped to the floor, still muttering to herself.

"Stupid little Mudblood." He said, looking down at her. He pointed his wand at her and said "Crucio." Hermione jerked and started screaming. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. The pain was taking over her, it felt like being struck by lightning all over her body and it wouldn't stop. She screamed louder, shaking and jerking even more. She scraped her forehead on the floor and started bleeding. Her knees were all bloody from scraping across the stone floor. Hermione felt a darkness start to overcome her and she fervently wished it would take her.

Unfortunately for her, Lucius took the curse off her before it could. He turned to Draco, who was standing on the opposite side of the room, watching. "Draco, see to the Mudblood. Make her presentable for the Dark Lord. And I want her awake and alert for it also."

"Yes father." Draco said to Lucius, glancing at Hermione. Lucius left the room, leaving Draco alone with Hermione. She laid on the floor, trying to overcome the effects of the curse. Her breathing slowed down, almost to normal.

Draco walked over to her. "All right Granger, time to get up." He said, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her to a sitting position.

He took a close look at her. Her hair was wild and bushy, more than normal even. Her forehead was bleeding, as were other parts of her. Her eyes were unfocused, and even though Draco was holding her up still, she was swaying a little.

He pulled her up so she was standing, and almost fell under the weight of her. "Granger stand up would you?" He growled at her.

She complied and he went to the door, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her along behind him. Draco led her down a hall that was lit by torches. He opened a door, and led her into a room that had a bathtub in the center of it, with a sink along one wall with a mirror above it. Draco shut the door behind him and went to the tub and started filling it with hot water, steam rising from it.

He turned around to find Hermione looking at him. "Take your clothes off Granger, it's time for a bath." He smirked at her.

She gaped at him. "I'm not taking off my clothes! Especially with you in here!" She yelled.

"Well then I guess I'll have to take them off for you." He said, and started walking closer to her.

"Stop! Don't come near me!" She yelled backing away from him. "Fine! I'll take them off!"

Draco stopped and smirked at her.

Hermione glared at him and crossed her arms. "You could at least turn around!" She huffed.

"Nope. Don't think I will." He answered.

Hermione sighed. There was no way out of this. Someone had taken her dress robes and put her in a rag sort of dress when she was unconscious. She slowly took out one arm and then the other, very aware of Malfoy staring at her. She pulled it over her head and was left standing in a matching set of red silk bra and underwear.

Draco looked at Hermione, who was standing there, trying to cover herself up with the dress, a blush creeping over her cheeks. Draco took in her shapely legs and toned stomach with appreciation.

"The rest of it Granger." He drawled.

Hermione's entire face was now red. She moved to unhook her bra and hesitated, but finally lowered it to the ground. She bent forward a little to pull her underwear down and let it fall to the ground and she stepped out of it.

Now nothing was left to the imagination. Draco stared at her shamelessly, taking it in. The gentle slope of her breasts, the pink nipples that were perking up from the cold. His eyes traveled down and was shocked to find no hair down there. He felt his body start to react to that.

"Stop it!" He told his body. "It's still the same filthy Mudblood under all that."

Hermione stood there, getting more embarrassed the longer she was there. "Why can't he leave me alone? Gods, the way he just keeps on staring!" She thought. As soon as she thought that, she felt a little tingle between her legs. "Ooh, you little traitor! You can't do this to me!" She told herself furiously.

She pressed her legs together to make it stop. She looked at everything besides Malfoy, her eyes darting around nervously. "Can I get in the bath now?" She asked.

Draco almost didn't hear her, he was too…well, distracted. He shook his head. "Huh? Uh, yeah, get in and I'll wait for you to be done." He said.

Hermione stepped into the tub, her back to Draco, and started to scrub herself, washing the grime off. She thought she could feel eyes on her, but she wasn't about to turn around and look.

She finished ands stepped out of the tub. "Do I get a towel?" She asked quietly, looking at the ground.

Draco just tossed her the dress, and she proceeded to dry herself off as best as she could and put it on. She started toward her bra and underwear, but Draco scooped them up.

"You won't be getting these back." He said.

"Why Malfoy, I didn't know you liked dressing in women's undergarments." Hermione said, feeling defiant. "But I can see now, red is your colour."

Draco's face turned red and he pointed his wand at her. "Watch what you say Mudblood." He said. "Now follow me."

He went back through the door they came in, Hermione following him. They reached the door to her cell and he pushed her through it. She fell down with a grunt and turned to glare at him.

"Sweet dreams Granger." Draco said sarcastically. "In the morning, you'll be meeting the Dark Lord." He smirked and shut the door, locking it behind him.

Hermione leaned against the wall, trying to stay comfortable and alert at the same time. She would need to be well rested for tomorrow. She shuddered and hugged herself, closing her eyes.

Okay, so there's chapter four! Longer I know, most of the chapters now will be about this length, give or take a little. It was almost 4 1/2 pages on Microsoft Works. All right now's the time to review!

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