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

Six

Hermione thought her heart might stop. She had heard about the Lestrange family but until now she had never met the brothers. They were said to be one of the wealthiest and most loyal followers of the Dark Lord but tonight Rabastan had gone against the Dark Lord's direct orders.

"Look mud blood are you going to come inside or not?" he demanded harshly pulling her along. Hermione wanted to point out that she was being pulled inside so the latter was not an option but she kept her mouth shut. It wouldn't help if she offended the man who had saved her life. He might kill her and then that would be a big problem. At least if she was alive she could escape somehow and find a way back to the Order.

He opened the huge doors and threw Hermione inside. She landed on the cold floor while Rabastan loomed over and glared down at her.

"This is your place. On your knees, below the pure bloods." Hermione shrank away from his harsh words. What have I gotten myself into?

"TIBBY!" he hollered, his cold eyes never leaving Hermione who was on the cold floor. She was like a deer caught in headlights and Rabastan would leave her like that.

The house elf hurried over to her master, bowing deeply. The poor creature's eyes darted to Hermione and her eyes widened.

"Miss Granger!" she squeaked and Hermione sat up straighter. Rabastan cleared his throat loudly and the elf visibly trembled under his gaze. Oh the poor elf! What a cruel man! Hermione thought sadly. She hated the abuse of house elf's who worked to please their masters. She was glad Dobby was living a happy life and that he had no master any more.

"Show Miss Granger to the room in the east wing and prepare something for her to wear." With a flash of his robes, he was gone.

In the room upstairs, Hermione sat on the bed while Tibby did as her master had told her to do. Hermione watched her run around and bring in clothes and clean the room up. Hermione felt horrible. She was a burden on the creature when all she just needed a bed to sleep on.

"Tibby, its ok! You don't have to work for me." Before the elf could reply the door banged open and Rabastan stood there watching them with a curious gaze.

Hermione gasped and pulled the sheet around her body. She had been sitting on the bed clad in a tank top and a pair of shorts she had worn under her skirt that day when Rabastan had decided to barge inside. He looked at Tibby who left without a back ward glance at Hermione. For some reason, Hermione felt as though she had just lost her one and only shield which was crazy because Tibby would never go against her master.

"W-what are you doing in here?" she asked, tugging the sheets around her bare legs, stomach and torso. Rabastan made his way over to her, kicking the door closed with the back of his heel. Hermione's eyes widened and she brought her legs closer to her body, trying to shrink away from his piercing gaze. She had never let any man see any part of her body, and the boys had never seen her in anything but a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. At the beach she wore a long shirt and capris and at home she slept with her room guarded against anyone who wanted to come inside and now this man had seen her in a tank top and very small shorts. Hermione was beyond mortified telltale blush starting from the roots of her hair down to her toes.

"Listen to me girl, I don't want to touch you and I will never taint myself with the likes of your kind so stop acting like a shy little virgin because we both know that you are nothing of that kind." Hermione wanted to tell him that she was a virgin regardless of what nonsense he had heard about her.

"Rule number two; don't leave this room for anything. No one comes here but on the odd chance that they do, I might not be able to save you from other death eaters." Hermione's eyes widened at that. Of course there would be other death eaters coming and going why hadn't she thought of that before? Any other man wouldn't have been as merciful as Rabastan was being right now which got Hermione thinking again. Why was he being so nice to her without demanding anything? Sure he was rude and he was a jerk but he hadn't cursed her, or hurt her except for throwing her on the floor.

"And don't try anything because I will hand you over to the Dark Lord faster than you can say Crucio. Are we clear?" Hermione didn't have to be told twice. Quickly she shook her head afraid to utter one word.

"Good. And remember Granger, I hate you and I hate your kind. I am doing this to bring the Order apart. And because mud bloods are always a good fuck but I won't be touching you, ever."