Disclaimer: See last chapter.

Warning: This chapter has mentions, and descriptions of self-harm/suicide.

~ One year later ~

Hermione closed her eyes as she dropped down onto her knees, ignoring the pain that rushed through her whole body as the buckle end of the belt was brought down onto her bare skin. She bit down as hard as she could on her bottom lip to stop the tears falling from her eyes, sobbing slightly as she tried to tell herself that she should be used to the pain by now, even though she knew this was something she could never get used to.

She winced a little when he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back as she opened her eyes, looking into those evil eyes. "You missed a spot!" He screamed at her, spit falling onto her face as he grabbed her hair again, dragging her into another room as he slammed her face down onto the ground, grinning when she screamed in pain.

"I told you what would happen if you missed a spot, seventy-six. Didn't I?" She nodded slightly, looking at the small amount of dirt she had missed, tears falling down her face as she silently cursed herself for not checking over the room as she always did.

"S-sorry, sir.. i-it won't.. i-it w-won't.. happen again.." She managed to whisper, crying out again when her face was slammed back down onto the hard, tile floor. "You better hope it doesn't happen again, you know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" She nodded slightly, looking back up; regretting it immediately when a fist made contact with her face. She bit down on her lip, keeping eye contact with the floor, feeling his hand on her shoulder as he smoothed down her hair, smiling.

"Now, you can go back to your room for the night, my sweet angel." He smirked at the way her body shook beneath his touch, kissing her roughly on the lips as he brought her head up to face him. "Night, Sir." She whispered, standing up with great difficulty just as Draco walked in after being called in by his father – her master.

"Come on," He murmured, nodding at his father before grabbing her arm and dragging her out of there. He looked around, making sure nobody was looking or listening, "Are you okay?"

She glared at him, "Am I ever?" She sighed, never being able to forget that promise he made a year ago – a promise he had never stuck to.

"Just make sure you check next time.."

"I did! He must have.. he must have made the mess after I had finished.. just so he could punish me." She snapped at him, fed up of being told that she was the one who constantly made mistakes.

He whispered an apology, leading her down the stone steps to her cell, "You should be." She moved her arm from his grip, walking towards the cell on her own, ignoring him when he said goodnight.

She looked at the wall, sliding against the door, letting tears run down her face as she put her hand over her mouth to stop the sound of her sob escaping. Her whole body trembled as she just wished that he would kill her already, she could feel the blood dripping down her back still but she ignored it – it was nothing more than a regular occurrence these days. Something she hoped she wouldn't have to keep on getting used to. "I hate you." She whispered into the darkness, grabbing the tray of food that had been left for her and chucking it across the room, suddenly screaming in anger as she grabbed anything she could in the cell, throwing it all at the wall as she jumped a little when the sound of the door opening overtook her anger.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Draco looked around the tiny room, shaking her head,

"I wasn't hungry." She muttered bitterly,

"Don't do this.."

"Don't do what? Give up? Sorry.. but it's a bit too late for that, I gave up hope a very long time ago.. you know, just after I had given up on you, actually." He nodded, biting down on his lip as he heaved a deep sigh,

"He's going to go mad."

"Good, maybe he'll actually kill me this time." Draco shook his head and moved over to her, stopping when she took her head, "Get out of my.. room.." He nodded, quickly leaving the room and slamming the door behind him, knowing how much trouble she was about to get in.

Hermione took a deep breath as she looked around the room, her eyes settling on the broken glass as she smiled. "Well, if you won't kill me.." She whispered to the cell, grabbing it and huddling in the corner, not thinking of anything else as she brought the glass down onto her wrist, wincing as she dug it as deep as she could into her pale skin.

She could see the darkness taking her into it's safe arms, just moments later, the blood dripping heavily from her wrist and onto the mattress, "Ron.." She whispered, before closing her eyes, wishing that this would be the last time she'd see the cell that had held her captive for so long.