Hermione woke up, and opened one eye. Where am I?: She thought as she felt her head pound like a base drum.
She opened both and tried to get used to the lack of sunlight. Hermione looked around, and saw that she was tied up with chains in what resembled a big dark hole, with many empty cells, and a chair in a corner. In that same corner, sat a large bulky man sat with a spiked club in one hand, and a sword on his hip. He appeared to be sleeping, and soon afterward that thought a life-size snore emitted from his mouth.
Hermione attempted to move any parts of her body. She found to her horror that her ankles, wrists, and her torso were fixed to the wall. She bashed her head painstakingly hard on the firm rigid wall behind her. The sound echoed around the dungeon, and the guard across the room woke up with a jolt.
"Hey! Are ye awake over in there?" The guard bellowed. Hermione stayed quiet: she barely dared to breathe.
"I said, are ye awake or not?" This time the guard shouted it so loud, that she let out a tiny squeak. Hermione heard footsteps walking across the dirt-covered ground, and then a long shrill screech came from the door to her cell.
Click-thump, click-thump, click-thump, went the guard's shoes. Hermione held her breathe entirely, and closed her eyes. She felt breathing on her face, and so she opened her eyes.
Hermione was face to face with Gwawp, Hagrid's giant half-brother. He could now pass as a very tall but very hairy human now.
"Hello Gwawp. You don't mean to hurt me with that club do you?" She asked innocently.
"Gwawp doesn't want to, but Gwawp is told to if you do anything. How do ye know Gwawp's name?"
"I am Hermione…or as you might remember me, Hermy." Hermione cringed at this horrible nickname that was inflicted on her.
"You're Hermy?!?" He asked excitedly. "You were so close to Gwawp's Hagrid. I don't know where Hagrid is at, Hermy! I want to know!"
"Yes, and if you help me, I will help you find him. Now here, Hermy is locked up, and would like to know why…could you tell her why?
"I guess, but Gwawp might get into trouble. Hermy is in there because-"
A loud commanding, but smooth sounding voice boomed down what Hermione saw as stairs to her right.
"Shut up, you unintelligent imbecile animal."
A tall blonde haired man walked down them. His long black robes stroked the floor like a snake's body, and the cane in his hand gave away his identity.
"Why am I down here, Lucius?!? I demand an answer!"
"Mudblood, do not speak when you are not asked to." Lucius replied sharply.
"I will if I want to!" Hermione felt a considerable shock through her body.
"No, you won't. You will have a chance to ask questions, and now is not the time. Understand me?" He told her quite penetratingly. Hermione huffed slightly.
"What's that you said, Granger?" He asked with a smile.
"Yes, sir."
"Now that's a good girl, and I suppose you want to know why you are here. Right?"
Hermione shook her head rapidly.
"You, my pretty little slut, are here so you can't be with Draco…but I am sure he doesn't like you anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if he hates you, and never wants to see you again. "
"What do you mean?!?" Hermione cried out. Lucius stared at her for a moment, and then puts a finger on her lips. His finger felt like leather, and she realized that he smelled like rotting death.
"I mean, I fixed it, so Draco wouldn't fall in love with a mudblood like you. Would you like to see what happened?"
Hermione shook her head 'no', but she found herself being ripped from the wall anyway. Lucius tore off the chains, and took her wrist.
Lucius dragged her across the floor, up the stairs, into a huge bright room. It was full of bright chandeliers. It made the dungeon look even more like a big hole in the ground in Hermione's point of view.
Across many hallways and through many hallways he lead her, until they found a room at last that was empty with nothing but a giant silver ball in the middle of it.
"Before you even ask, little Mudblood, I will tell you what this is. This is a circular Pensive. I know it looks rather like a big mystic ball those muggles use, but it's not, nor do I want to have anything to do with those. Now, look into this, and you see my fantastic work. Draco wouldn't take you back; even you were the last person on earth." Lucius drawled.
Hermione did as she was told. She saw herself in the Great Hall, but she wasn't herself. She saw Blaise, and her fake self asked him if he needed something to drink. Apparently, he said yes, because she saw her copy create a glass of butterbeer with her wand. What was happening? Hermione saw herself then quickly do something with her pocket, and shake it into the glass. No, her mind screamed as she watched Blaise drink the concoction in one big gulp.
Fake Hermione was talking to him like nothing had happened, but the real one saw Blaise's eyes change. They didn't change in color, and not in shape, but what was behind them changed. Hermione saw them glint with greed, and passion. She then saw Blaise scoot toward her. The counterfeit put her hand his leg, and also scooted closer.
Oh my gosh, Hermione thought, my fake self is flirting with Blaise, one Draco's close friends. There is no way this could get worse.
What she didn't recognize is that this would get worse…much worse. The true Hermione saw herself take his hand entirely, and walk out with him. Once they got back to the hallway, her little replica started talking to him again; only he started getting closer…and closer…until she saw their lips touch. To make matters worse, she saw Draco appear around the corner.