DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT

Three

Hermione started up at the man who was nearly six and a half feet tall but from down on her knees he looked like a giant. Hermione's throat had suddenly gone dry and her head ache was pounding faster and faster. His lips pulled back to reveal a feral smile his white teeth gleaming in the night. The rest of his face was covered by a green mask, his eyes glittering like polished diamonds. Slowly Hermione raised herself to her full height looking him in the eye.

"So, little one aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" he asked looking at her up and down. Hermione resisted the urge to run and hide when she felt his gaze rove over her body a few times, stopping at her breasts and legs. Great, today I decided to wear something nice and I have a death eater giving me the eye! This was one of the main reasons Hermione wore loose fitting clothes.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about!" Hermione said backing away from him. He didn't seem fazed at all. He merely kept on coming closer towards Hermione.

"Hmmm. You've caused us a lot of trouble you know. We were looking for you but no one else found you and you were hiding right there!" Hermione had lost the ability to think logically and all she was thinking about was running.

"No! Please, please don't take me to Voldemort! Please I am begging you! I don't want to go there!" she cried, tears flowing freely down her face. Hermione was a warrior and she could endure torture and cruel words but not rape. She couldn't handle begin raped by those vile men who would do it in front of the whole crowd.

"Scared little one?" he asked his deep voice causing her to shiver. Hermione didn't answer. She may be scared but she wasn't going to admit that to this man here.

"When I ask you something answer me you little mud blood!" he roared and Hermione thought she might faint.

"YES! OK YES I AM SCARED!" she cried her voice torn from the sobs racking her chest.

"Aww, poor baby," he drawled, running a finger down her cheek. Hermione kept herself in place, urging herself not to vomit. Don't react! Don't react! She chanted to herself.

"Well come on then. Let's go. Master is waiting." Now Hermione was sure she was going to faint. There was no way in hell she could go there. She would rather die.

"NO! PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME THERE! I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST DON'T TAKE ME THERE!" Hermione screamed, falling on her knees. Ignoring the pain, she looked up at the man, begging for mercy. Surely he wouldn't let her go to Voldemort knowing she was scared to death but then again he was a death eater and they hated her kind.

"Anything mud blood? Are you sure?" Right now Hermione would let him curcio her hundred times if he would keep her away from Voldemort.

"YES!" Before Hermione could think of anything to say to him he hoisted her up, his hand digging into her upper arm. With a loud pop, they were gone.