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Also, it was supposed to be a one-shot but I was too excited to publish it. So, next chapter is already half done and would be up in say, two to three days.

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Surprise Malfoy

She had been waiting for this day for almost a year now. She had been dreading this day more than a year now. She was nervous and had been roaming in her apartment trying to soothe her nerves. She is the brightest witch of her age. Surely she can find a way out of this dilemma. She faced the darkest wizard ever, Voldemort. She can face him. But why oh, why she was dreading this more than death?

She knows why. She just …

Run!

Harry in his burst of anger sprouted his name. And in that moment they knew the end is near. The first thought that came to her mind was to run. Run like there is no tomorrow. She couldn't stop. She shouldn't stop. She could feel Harry and Ron running beside her. She was trying to keep pace and shoot hexes behind her shoulder. She could see the snatchers gaining distance and in her moment of brilliance she fired a stinging hex towards Harry's face. She needed to save him at all cost.

Being taken to Malfoy Manor, she knew she would be the target. Being the famous 'Mudblood' best friend of Harry Potter.

'Malfoy didn't recognise Harry? Is he trying to help us?'

The pain of the curse was coursing through her veins and she was trying her best not to break down. She could hear the maniacal laugh of Bellatrix and she knew she hasn't seen the end of this yet. She could feel her charming her dagger to leave an indelible mark on her arm. The pain of her scrapping skin was dull compared to the throbbing in her skull. She had a few broken ribs too if she was right.

She was being lifted. She could faintly hear Ron and Harry shouting her name. Oh! Ron and Harry. What would they be going through right now!

Her train of thought was cut when she winced at the pain of being thrown on the floor with such ruthlessness. The hurt was spreading her entire body and she could tell the damage. She had to stay awake to make the night. She knew that. The throbbing in her skull was dulling but she knew it was just unconsciousness taking over. She tried to lift herself and take in her surroundings. It was difficult because of all the blood in her eyes and the darkness of the room. She was tired.

The room opened. She didn't know how much time had passed. Minutes, hours or weeks. It couldn't be weeks. They had a mission. They had to kill Voldemort. The emergency of the situation woke her up and the dull pain came back with a vengeance.

Someone was trying to calm her down. Muttering healing charms. She could recognise the voice. But she couldn't believe it. She knew it be the result of the blow to her head.

"Calm down, Granger"

"How much time.."

"Few hours"

"Are they-"

"Yes. They are fine. You are the one who needs help right now. Not those two dolts"

"Why are you-"

"Don't know"

She could see now. She could make out his form in the darkness. He had a tortured expression on his face. She should be feeling threatened by his presence but somehow her brain seems too muddled up to come to logical emotions of fear and dread. She could feel her bones mending and cuts being healed.

"I did the best I could. I can't heal you more than this. Live the night"

Before she could thank him, he started on his heel and left the darkened room. It was then that she took in her surroundings. The room had a dingy mattress, a small barred window, and a small hole for utility.

She lifted herself and plopped herself on the dusty mattress. Before long, sleep stole her.

She woke up with a start. She was in enemy territory. She couldn't afford to lower her guard.

The illuminated room seemed to heighten her despair. Her body was still hurting.

The door opened and she was sure there would be a repeat performance of yesterday by Bellatrix but instead it was her nephew again.

Relief flooded her body and momentarily she was even happy to see him. She couldn't yet believe that he tried to help her. Relief left her as soon as she saw behind him.

He was trailed by her aunt.

"Do it, my beautiful Draco" she prompted him in her demonic stance. "I'll know if you didn't" With that she retreated her threatening stance.

He looked close to tears and Hermione was sure her time was up. Instead he stood there looking at anything but her.

"Do it quickly if you can" she stated with as much courage as she could.

"They ordered me to rape you" his deadpanned voice hit her more than crucio.

His voice seemed to echo in her broken skull. This couldn't be happening.

It was over before she could blink. She gave him the go-ahead. It wasn't a choice. There were no options or choices. There was no other road.

She asked him about Harry and Ron. He told her they escaped. She couldn't believe they would leave her before she was again being hoisted and taken upstairs. She knew what was waiting for her there.

But the commotion was too much for her battered body.

She was saved. Dobby came to save them. They were all alive. They could carry on their mission.

Voldemort was dead. They won.

The celebrations lasted too long. They were awarded, were revered. It all seemed futile. The light at the end of the tunnel seemed too bleak to hold onto. Everything was broken and battered; her beloved school, her friendship with the boys for she told them about what happened when they left; her body, mind and soul.

They hadn't taken well about her ordeal. Who would?! But somehow instead of sympathy, she was shown cold shoulder. as if she wanted that? Her brain was on an overdrive. The light feeling of winning the war was definitely overshadowed and drowned in the sorrow of losing their beloved friends and her parents.

She knew what she had to do. She would move on. She had already lost too much to lose her boys as well. They will come around.

It had been three months now and life seemed on track now. The rebuilding of the Wizarding World was a daunting task but people were enthusiastic. Her life was getting back together. She made progress with Harry and Ron. It was awkward initially but they had already been through so much, they couldn't just leave each other. They understood. She started working with the Ministry and studying by correspondence. She couldn't just leave her seventh year like that.

She could see the light getting brighter in her life. She was happy. She still felt alone but wasn't lonely. She had thought that after the war Ron and she would be a couple but then that happened… NO. She would not think about that. She couldn't.

She was a blubbering mess when the reality of what happened with Malfoy set in. she knew the blond had no choice either. She distinctly remembers Bellatrix threatening him. She remembers his broken expression. She remembers that even though there were no emotions he was gentle, as gentle he could. She remembers that he didn't move until she gave the nod. He waited. She could see that he was trying to think of a way out. But there was no way out. They both knew that.

There was no emotion, yes but she still couldn't forget the feeling of being touched by him. She was numb during it; she was disgusted after it. Now, it brought her comfort. During their year long run, probably it was the only time where her body was enjoying itself. Her mind however had a mind of its own trying to warn her of the intrusion. Oddly enough her body seemed ready for him and slowly her mind complied.

She remembers him moving towards her, muttering few more healing charms at her that were visible in the dim light. Cleaning the blood off her. She had meant to ask him why he did that. Probably didn't want her dirty blood on him. If she wasn't so numb she would've chuckled at the irony of it.

She had tried to imagine Ron when he moved towards her and kissed her neck but she couldn't. His smell was so distinct and overpowering. She couldn't pretend it wasn't her bully doing those wonderful things to her neck. Her mind would've enjoyed the sensations travelling the south of her stomach if it wasn't for him. She tried her best to control her body. But his soft movements made her body confused and her mind settled for numbness. She could feel his hands lightly moving up and down her body. He thought she would break, she knew. Well how much more could she break? Hadn't she suffered so much already?

Her mind started to wander but every time his touch brought it back to her present condition. He was removing her clothes now. She wanted to say no. she wasn't ready. The voice travelled her throat to her eyes and spilled as tears. What happened next was even more shocking – he wiped her tears and kissed her, a kiss so chaste as if given to a lover. But they weren't lovers. His actions were her confusing her mind. The numbness was slowly leaving. That would be disastrous.

He placed himself between her legs. Eyes widened and mind shouting 'no' on a loop, she looked at his face. The whole time his grey eyes never met her chocolate orbs. As if hiding from her; or perhaps hiding himself from her pleading gaze. As if reading her mind, he stopped and looked at her for the first time. She couldn't really recognise the emotions splayed in his eyes. She again gave a pertinent nod and he pushed himself in her all the while maintaining that damning eye contact.

She had never told anyone but she was not a virgin. Victor Krum did a little more than watch her study during her fourth year. The first time was just them fumbling around and awkward glances but somehow the next time got better and the third time ever more. But that is where it ended. She had enjoyed being physical with him but she was not the kind of girl to fall into bed with just anyone as much as she craved the physical aspect of a relationship.

But right now with her enemy, she felt like floating on a cloud. He made her mind melt its resolve of indifference and numbness. The sensations were exciting her into action. The initial shock of her bucking her hips in rhythm with his thrust could be seen on his face too. They moved in simpatico, feeling each other out. Her body was enjoying; her mind caught up soon enough.

No. No. No. No. She can't keep thinking about it anymore. She had more important things on her mind right now. She had a dreadful task ahead of her. She needs to prepare herself for it.

A/n: I am new here but seriously, reviews would be very much appreciated, even criticism. But constructive. Something that I can emulate to make the story even better. Its for you guys only!