Chapter 27

"I'm not frightened of the darkness outside. It's the darkness inside houses I don't like."

- Shelagh Delaney (1939 - )

Voldemort chuckled evilly, "I will talk about that….over dinner with my servants."

Hermione stopped walking and released her arm away from him.

"I'm having dinner with your Death Eaters!" she yelled surprised.

Voldemort didn't anything but grin at her making Hermione more mad. She couldn't believe that she was going have to eat with the Dark Lord but what was worse was going to eat with the people who killed muggles like her parents. Hermione scowled at Voldemort and walked towards him, not taking his arm again but walked next to him.

The two soon entered the dinning room. It had sliver and green paint on the walls and everything else was green, sliver, or black in the room. Hermione saw only Lucius Malfoy, Peter Pettigrew, and Severus Snape sitting down at the big table. Voldemort sat at the end of the table while Hermione was sitting next to Snape. It did made Hermione feel a little safer that the spy for the Order was here. But Hermione knew that she had to pretend that she didn't know about Snape.

"Surprise, my dear that you're potion teacher is a Death Eater." asked Voldemort.

"A little." Hermione mumbled staring down at the table.

Hermione saw some fruit and meat in the middle of the table and suddenly, lost her appetite when she saw Peter Pettigrew. She never forgave him for what he did to Lily and James or what he almost did to Harry in their third year. Hermione felt her hand clutched into a fist.

"Better save that anger for someone else, my dear." A cold voice said interrupting her thoughts.

Hermione turned to the pale man in shocked, "Stay out of me head or else my anger will go towards you." She snarled.

He chuckled, "You have a lot of Slytherin in you, my dear. You should use it to good use in my army."

"I don't have any Slytherin in me!" Hermione yelled, "Like I told you before, I will never join your army and secondly, stop calling me "my dear." I'm not your bloody wife." Hermione yelled at him.

The silence grew in the room. Hermione didn't care if Voldemort was mad at her because she really didn't care. She was so annoyed of him calling her these stupid nicknames and making her join his army. But Hermione was surprised, that Voldemort wasn't talking at all since she yelled at him.

Severus watched the young witch next him eating her fruit slowly and happily. He was actually surprised that she had the guts to yell at the most powerful dark wizard and yet, not seem so afraid. She was a true Gryffindor by heart and the head of a Ravenclaw.

"If you excuse me, my lord." Severus said getting up, "I must return to the school."

Voldemort nodded his head. Before Snape left the room, he told Hermione in his mind that Harry is worried about her and will have a plan to rescue her. Hermione wanted to smile but couldn't because the Dark Lord would wonder why.

Meanwhile at Number 12….

Severus came out of the chimney and found everyone in the living room, the students, the professors, and the Weasley's sitting down waiting for Severus to arrive.

"Is Hermione alright?" Harry asked Snape. "Did he do anything to her?"

"Miss. Granger is alright." Severus answered, "The Dark Lord enter her mind and only found her feelings about Pettigrew and made Miss. Granger ever more mad. She actually yelled at Voldemort."

Remus raised an eyebrow, "So she's okay? For now?" he asked.

Snape nodded his head to the old werewolf, "For now."

Back at the Riddle Manor….

When dinner was over, Voldemort let Hermione travel the library which actually surprised Hermione for letting her walk around and the fact, that he had a library. Hermione took off the glittery slippers as she walked around the library; they were hurting her small feet and could feel the bruises.

Finally, Hermione found a good book and sat down at a table reading it. As she was reading, Hermione felt like someone was watching over her and didn't like that feeling since she was at the Dark Lord's big, dark mansion. The teenager turned her head to see if anyone was near but couldn't see anything but shadows of trees from outside of the window.

Rapidly, a hand gripped her hair pulling her out of the chair. She gasped as she felt the back of her legs hit the chair's back. The chair toppled with a clang, as her legs kicked out. She tried to pry off the fingers in her hair, but even his or her strength was just as great. Her scalp was on fire, as she felt her hair being torn out. Yelling hoarsely, she twisted this way and that way, trying to loosen the assailant's grip.

The assailant dragged Hermione across the floor, her feet still kicking. Suddenly, she was let go of, dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Scrambling to her feet, Hermione turned her back to the window, fists in the air, as if she was ready to punch the lights out of whoever it was. It was good thing that William taught her how to fight. With a whoosh from the dark, she felt a spell hit her in the stomach, sending her crashing down to the floor again.

Hermione felt the assailant's cold hands on her arms spreading them away from her body. Then, he kissed Hermione's neck one kiss at a time making Hermione feel sick. She tried to get away but his body was on her making her stay on the cold and hard floor. Then, she felt a cloth in her mouth making her not talk.

"I like it when woman don't talk." Said the man voice.

Hermione's eyes widen when she heard that voice. It was Lucius Malfoy! Again, Hermione tried to loosen up but couldn't when Malfoy's kisses where moving down to her chest. Hermione closed her eyes when she felt the gown ripped apart when Malfoy only ripped the part showing her bra. He started kissing and biting her again and again. Tears started to go down her checks.

"Help! Someone help me!" Hermione thought. "Please!"

"Cruico!" yelled a voice.

Hermione heard Malfoy scream in pain when he was off of her and onto the floor. Hermione took the cloth out of her mouth and looked up to see who her savoir was. Hermione gasped in amazement.

"Voldemort?" she thought.