A/N: AHHH SHE LIVES! Hehehehe I'm sorry you guys! I really have no excuse for not updating this story…..I think I have lost interest maybe….and I've been sidetracked by a new fanfiction interest: NARUTO! Anyways… I still love Harry Potter and intend to attempt to finish my story. Once again, to those of you that will still read this: I AM SORRY!

Hermione Granger... a pathetic, lying Mudblood. Draco was pissed…..he had to carry around a pathetic, useless girl just because he lied. He Lied. To his Dark Lord. Why?

Thoughts like these ran through Draco's head as he stormed back up the stairs in the hallway towards his office. That stupid girl had better be ready to leave. Otherwise….well there was no otherwise. She was going, ready or not.

He entered his office to see her sitting on the floor in her enclosure. She wore a plain blouse and skirt, and her hair was still all tangled from not being able to groom it. He chuckled to himself as he realized he'd better get her a comb, otherwise that mane of hers might consume the world. He noticed just then how incredibly pathetic she looked…

Utterly Broken.

And he smiled at her, realizing he was the one who gave her that broken look, he laughed out loud as she visibly shuddered in disgust at the sight of him. He had fun messing with her, he always has. Draco Malfoy found it fun to hate her. And he was going to love it, to kill her love in front of her, to wipe Harry Potter's blood on her. Perhaps he'd even put the Imperious curse on her and make her do it….

Hermione saw Draco's eyes cloud over slightly…..he seemed to be pondering something.

"Ahem"

Draco was shaken from his brief daze of glorious brutality, regaining the cold glint in his stormy eyes as he glanced at Hermione.

"Stand up."

"Don't tell me what to do jackass."

"Ha-ha; don't tell me that I have to show you who the authoritative one is again? I mean I know how much you just adore learning Granger, so I'd be glad to repeat yesterday's lesson in case you missed part of it."

"……"

"Hn. That's what I thought. Now stand up. We're leaving, and I swear to whatever god there is that I will kill you if you even attempt to escape. No hesitation, No remorse. Do you understand?"

Hermione moved towards the corner of her cell, the stubborn look returning to her face.

"Why don't you just leave me here, I'd rather die than go anywhere with you. And I'm sure Harry will find me here so why don't you brace yourself for when he does you in the same way he did your father!"

"Harry Potter wouldn't make it through the front doors of this pathetic muggle structure. SO GET UP NOW! AND DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK OF MY FATHER AGAIN YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WHORE!"

With those words spoken Draco opened the cell door, and jerked Hermione out; by her hair. She lay for a second on the floor trying to regain her composure when she received a swift kick to her side, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of crunching bone. 'Well there goes that fractured rib….more like broken now.'

Another slightly less powerful kick was directed at her face. The metallic taste of blood flooded Hermiones senses as it began to leak out of her mouth. Hopefully nothing was broken, just bleeding.

"When I tell you to do something, you will do it. Do you understand!"

Hermione pulled herself from the ground to look Draco in the face.

"Fuck you."

And with that she spit blood all over Draco Malfoy's arrogant, and now shocked, face.

"You little Bitch!"

Draco wiped away the blood and hit her in the face. Hard. Hermione crumpled to the floor again as she painfully got one last glance at Draco before her world went black……

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Harry stood outside of the Burrow waiting for his best friend, Ronald Weasly to come out the door. He had received word from Dumbledore that two Muggles reported witnessing some sort of kidnapping of a girl with bushy hair by a humongous man, both appeared to be dressed strangely. The muggles assumed he was an escaped convict of some sort considering how close to the prison they were.

Harry and Ron had decided to go to the sight of the incident to see if the car reported being abandoned was Hermione's.

He had a terrible feeling that something had gone dreadfully wrong. He hoped more than anything that it wasn't Hermiones car, and if it was then he hoped that she was ok, wherever she was… Ron's voice shook Harry from his thoughts-

"You ready mate?"

"Yea……let's go."

And with a CRACK Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly disappeared heading in the direction of what would be the beginning a terrible series of events.

And a young girl with flaming read hair watched them depart, with a feeling of immense guilt, and the thought that she may have made an unbearable mistake……

Yikes, I haven't written in a VERY long time…..so go easy on me. I'm trying to make this fic pretty dark. So brace yourselves guys : and I'm sorry if this chapter is kind of lame, but I needed to make some sort of foundation for future references. I know this is a DRACO/HERMIONE fic but they (especially Draco) won't just fall for each other like that -snaps fingers. Well review and let me know what you thought! Questions, suggestions…..gulp flames……All are welcomed!