Disclaimer: See last chapters.
Hermione opened her eyes to see a dark haired man standing over her with a smirk on his face, her heart jumped just a little as she tried her best to stop the scream she could feel bubbling up inside of her when her eyes settled on the wand he held pointed to her in his hand.
He smiled, moving the wand to touch her face, running it down her body causing her to shudder and look away at the blank wall across from her as hot tears ran down her face. She closed her eyes tight, gasping in shock and fear when she felt his cold hand on her thigh. She bit down on her lip and tried to think about something else, pretend like this wasn't happening.
She looked up at him, finally, and shook her head, silently pleading with him not to do this, begging him to leave her alone. She wanted her first time to be with Ron, she wanted it to be special and not with the man who had stolen her from everything and everyone she had ever loved.
She watched him slide the wand across the floor a little as he climbed onto the mattress, she shook her head again and then looked into his cold, dark eyes. There was nothing but greed and pleasure in them as he looked down at her panic and fear filled eyes. She felt the tears drip down her face one more time and she closed her eyes as tight as she possibly could.
She felt her hands push him back before she could stop herself, as he roughly grabbed her face, pulling it up to meet his lips; he kissed her hard, and she could already feel a bruise form on her lips. His stubble rubbed against her sensitive and pale skin as he tried his best to force his snake-like tongue through her pursed lips.
She thought about Ron and the way he had kissed her, as she tried to fight the man off. Ron's lips were soft and inviting, she was always left needing more when he puled away, she wanted his minty breath and silk-like lips. Not this.
This was nothing like those kisses she shared with Ron, she was happy when she kissed him but this? This was hell. She tried her best to keep her lips closed as his rough hands wandered around her body uninvited, settling on her stomach before violently and quickly ripping open the shirt she had been wearing.
"Get off her; she's not yours." They both jumped at the sound of the voice from the open door, the man nodded, sighing as he looked at Hermione one more time before getting off her and walking out the room with his head down.
Hermione looked at the new man, his black hair and piercing eyes brought back memories of the person who had brought her here. She mustered up the courage to glare at the man, turning away to look anywhere but him. She wondered if there was anyone looking for her right now, or if they had given up already.
"You could make this easier on yourself, you know." She snapped her head back up to look at him when he sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on her leg, "All you have to do is listen to us and then you won't get hurt – we don't want to hurt you." He smiled at her, shaking his head,
"If you're a good girl, you may actually get to go home one day." He sighed and stood up, taking a key from his pocket to unlock the chains on her ankles. She watched him as tears dripped down her face, "You only have to listen to me for a while, you will hopefully be sold by tonight." He smiled at her, as though he had just said the most normal thing in the world.
Hermione could feel her heart drop as she heard the word 'sold', she had read of things like this, of witches and wizards being sold off to their darker other halves. She repeated the one word over and over again, thinking about a way out of this.
Tears ran down her pale cheeks as she thought about never being able to see Ron again, before crying out in pain when the man yanked harshly on her arm to get her from the bed. She kept thinking about being sold to someone, maybe she would be lucky and they would let her go soon – maybe.
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Ron looked around his bedroom, heaving a deep sigh, it wasn't the same in here anymore, it was just full of memories he had with Hermione. He closed his eyes for a moment and then wondered if she was going to be okay, he wondered how long it would take yo find her – she was one of those who helped with the war, they had to find her soon. She deserved everyone's help.
He looked at the photograph that was next to his bed, that had not been taking too long ago and traced her small dimples with his fingers, running his hand over her beautiful smile and then looking at the way they held each other – it was like they knew something like this could happen. They clung to each other like they knew time could end soon.
He shuddered at the thought and put the photograph back down, focusing on something else instead. He frowned as he tried to think about something Hermione and he hadn't done in his bedroom, looking at the floor as he found her creeping into his mind once more – they had played muggle board games for hours on that floor one night.
He shook his head, looking at the walls – maybe there would be something non-Hermione related there, but there it was; on one wall there was a collage she had made with his help before the war, before they left to help Harry. It was unfinished, but there was a bit covered in photographs off the two. Each photograph was a different shape, apart from his – cut into jagged hearts because Hermione insisted they didn't use magic.
He laughed a little at the thought, shaking his head as tears ran fast down his pale face. He grabbed a lamp by his bed and chucked it across the room, watching it hit the wall and slide down with a huge smash. He turned around on his side, staring at his shaking hand. "I miss you, 'Mione," He whispered into his empty bedroom, hoping that somehow, somewhere, she would hear him.