A/N I would like to thank my AWESOME editorial friend carebearerin. She is super awesome and thanks for helping me by being my beta reader! I would like to take this little space to tell you guys how happy I am that you are reading my story! It means a lot to me. I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update but I just started again at school and I found that this was also the most difficult chapter to write due to its graphic nature. I know it seems like I have almost completely blurred the rape but things will fall into place next chapter. Enjoy reading and please review. (all criticism, good and bad, is welcome)

Chapter Four

Harry sat at a table with Ron, Ginny, Fred, and Mrs. Weasly. They had all been rather stressed over Hermione's disappearance and were now awaiting the arrival of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster and leader of The Order of the Phoenix.

Harry felt uneasy with what Ginny had called Hermione's "vacation". He hadn't known that Hermione was so stressed and thought she would have told him if she had needed to escape for a little while. He would have understood her need to get away, and he would have let her have a wonderful weekend alone.

Ginny kept telling them that there was nothing to worry about, that Hermione would be fine. She explained that Hermione had confided that she was getting sick of Harry clinging to her and wanted time to herself. This remark had caught Harry's attention as he thought "I was never clingy!"

Harry was distracted from his thoughts of his conversation with Ginny by the opening of the door of Grimmauld Place announcing the arrival of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, and leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore stood in front of the group with a solemn look on his face, "I believe that Voldemort may think that Hermione is secret-keeper to Order headquarters."

"But she isn't!"

"Yes Harry, I know that, but Tom doesn't. We will do everything in our power to get Hermione out of his grasp. In a way, him thinking that Hermione is secret-keeper will guarantee that she gets to stay alive until we have the chance to find her. As long as Hermione can keep the truth from them she will not be killed. Tom will not destroy someone who he thinks knows how to get to you, Harry. That does not mean she is completely safe, he has ways of torture that... well lets hope she can stay strong until we find her."

"If we find her," Ginny muttered.

"We will find her!" Harry yelled and stormed upstairs to his room.

Hermione sat in the corner of her cell examining her bruised and battered body. She could handle the bruises and the scars, but could she handle him tearing her apart from the inside, on such a personal level?

She had always imagined her first time would be with someone she loved and trusted. There was no chance of that happening now. How was she going to handle this? She wondered how bad it would hurt, she had barely ever even kissed Harry, and sex was always the last thing on her mind. She chuckled slightly; it seemed to always be on Draco Malfoy's mind.

She thought back to her sixth year in Hogwarts, when she saw him snogging Pansy Parkinson, she had actually felt a pang of jealousy as she walked past the couple. She remembered thinking, "he's handsome, even if he is a real git". She felt as though this place was going to slowly drive her insane, and she silently wished it was all over because for the first time in her life, Hermione Granger couldn't think of a way out.

She was dumbfounded, how did she get into this mess? She sat there on the cold floor, trying to think of a way to get Draco to just leave her be. She knew that he figured this would be a way to break her. If he did this, if he put her through something she found unbearably painful, something she found morally wrong, he thought she would crack. Hermione thought, "Boy is he going to be wrong. I refuse to EVER tell him where Harry is." And it was true; Hermione would stand through any kind of pain just to keep the people she loved safe. Even this.

She sighed angrily, "I hate Draco Malfoy." No sooner had the words left her she heard a loud crack, and standing in front of her in a black robe was Draco himself.

"Trust me the feeling is mutual Mudblood."

Hermione's blood ran cold as she saw Draco standing there in his creepy robe. She watched as he looked at her while slowly unlocking her cell door. She started to cry again as he walked in.

"Are you ready Granger?" He asked with a sly smile on his face.

"Why are you doing this Draco?"

"Because I can." With that he stepped forward invading her personal space. She felt him press his body up against hers and she knew he was serious. She knew he wouldn't stop, he would never stop. She knew it was going to hurt, and she was going to hate him more. She knew what was going to happen, but she didn't know how to react. There was no book for Hermione Granger to read titled "What to do when being raped." So she did what most scared girls would. She began to cry.

"Oh don't cry. You know those little whimpers won't make me feel bad. If anything, they'll make me angry."

Hermione looked into Draco's eyes, she was searching for something she knew she wouldn't find. She prayed that maybe he would show some remorse, some mercy. But there was nothing. She saw two of the coldest most uncaring eyes she had ever seen staring back at her. It was as she felt his cold hand travel up her shirt that she finally faced the fact that Draco Malfoy would show no mercy.