Chapter 4

Two weeks after returning home, Hermione Granger was standing in her childhood bedroom full of memories. Her lavender walls, purple plush carpet, and her twin size bed in the corner of the room with matching purple sheets to go with the rest of the room. She sat at her desk in the opposite corner of her bed looking at her pictures. One was of her with Harry and Ron taken during first year. She looked at their smiling faces waving at her. So young. She fingered the frame affectionately before moving on to the second frame of her and her parents from the year before. This picture didn't move of course being taken from a muggle camera. She sighed looking at her parents in longing. She looked away at the clock on her desk. Hm… almost three a.m.

Suddenly she heard three loud cracks from outside. She quickly tied a purple stoned necklace around her neck and grabbed her wands quickly shoving one in a secret pocket in the seem of her jeans and made her way downstairs quickly. She could see her parents eating in the kitchen as she stood in the living room waiting for the blow. She was not disappointed. Her front door was blast off its hinges as three robed figures in silver masks entered her house wands pointing straight at her. Hermione's heart was beating out of her chest as her eyes went wide. She was frozen in her stance as they walked right towards her. She grew the courage and forced her wand up towards the intruders. Her arm shook as she took a defensive stand. "Well what do we have here? A brave little mudblood?," One of the men laughed while the other quickly and quietly disarmed her. One walked straight up to her grabbed her chin roughly making her stare right into his eyes.

"Well Granger it seems we meet again", the man's voice purred. Her eyes widen slightly as the voice of Malfoy sr. reached her ears. A shiver shoots up and down her spine.

"Kill her parents.", he commanded. The other two figures made to approach the kitchen.

"Wait no! I'll do anything." she begged quickly glancing at her parents who stood from their seats their eyes glazed in fear.

"Stop!" Malfoy commanded forcing the two men to halt in their steps.

"Anything princess?", he purred making her shiver again.

"Anything.", she breathed out looking anywhere but at him.

"Perfect", he whispered grabbing her roughly by her neck forcing her to look into his grey eyes before running his other hand down the front of her blue blouse, grazing her breasts before cupping the center between her thighs. She trembled closing her eyes.

" You've grown Granger and quite nicely at that. Where's your Gryffyndor courage now?", he laughed cruelly making the other figures laugh with him. Tears shed from her eyes as she forced her head out of his grasp.

"Leave the parents we got what we came for.", He commanded looking in disgust at the two frozen figures. Hermione quickly glanced at her parents and they shook, tears running down her mothers face, her father's face pale and grim. With that last command Malfoy pulled her tightly too his body and to her disgust she could feel his appreciation of her body before dissapparating them both.

In the next moment they were standing in front a large mansion. Light shone through one of the many windows in the dark night.

"Welcome to my home princess. Impressed?", Malfoy cackled before dragging her through the gates and up the path to the mansion. The other two death eaters following close behind wands aimed at their target. Hermione kept quiet through the walk. Once they reached the front double doors leading into the place she took a huge gulp of air before lifting her head ready to face what lay ahead with pride. This caused Malfoy to laugh. "My my. The little lioness is ready to show her courage? How…cute." he said with malice. He opened the doors with a wave of his hand once again dragging her into the hall. The door slammed shut behind them causing her to squeak. Malfoy ignored her and continued dragging her down a long hallway before turning in a door and yanking her down a dark and dank staircase. Hermione nearly tripped down the stairs before finally reaching the bottom ground where Lucius threw her towards the middle of the room. Torches lit up what looked like a dungeon. Hermione shivered from the sudden chill. She glanced around and saw chains lining a wall, a dingy and dirty cot in a corner as well as whips and knives, and other torture devices lining the opposite wall. What the fuck was I thinking? she shook her head trying to clear her mind.

"Gentlemen, I believe we should call it a night. I would like to… get to know this little mudblood, see if I can get anything out of her before we deem her worthy to meet our Dark Lord. Wouldn't you agree.", Malfoy said to his counterparts. With a nod in farewell the two death eaters were gone. Hermione moved herself back to the far wall, her heart seemingly beating out of her chest. He turned around and watched her. Eyes seeming to scorch down her body from the top of her slightly bushy hair down to her shoelaces. His eyes pausing briefly at her chest and thighs. Hermione's hands were in fists so tight it nearly caused crescent shaped cuts in the palms of her hands. He took one step forward slowly undoing his cloak. He took it off and hung it on a hook in the wall. He than removed his mask, and shook out his hair as if he were Fabio. He looked at her than with sadistic smirk on his face. She took him all in with her eyes, resting disgustingly on the bulge in his trousers.

"Like what you see princess?", he said in a cool voice. He than licked his lips resting his eyes once again on her small but plentiful chest. Hermione than closed her eyes giving herself a little pep talk. 'God I hate that word! Princess. Ack. Alright Hermione. We can get through this. Mind over matter. Its not like you're a virgin…you took care of that months ago. You knew this would happen the moment he touched you. Thinking back on what she discovered about the infamous Lucius Malfoy. A man that calls to women like wine to a drunk. He likes his little games. A ladies man that likes his toys. She did a quick run down of his 'toys'. Remembering a belt with spikes on one end hanging next to the whips. Oh shit. Alright. Just go with it. With a deep but determined breath, she opened her eyes and looked at him, placing a coy smile on her lips.

"Sorry Lucius, but I don't care much for blondes.", she said richly. " Don't get me wrong you're… adequate but I'm into more of the tall dark and handsome type. Sorry.". she finished with an all but sorry expression.

His eyes burned. Than he smirked evilly. "Adequate you say? Hm… we shall see about that mudblood." He took out his wand and with a few flicks she flew through the room to the wall of chains, cracking her back against the cold stones. She groaned in pain and than she was strung up and bound by two handcuff chains attached to the wall. He walked towards her than unbuttoning his crisp white shirt and slipped it from his shoulders. Damn. Well at least he's not terribly bad looking. Focus Hermione! He grabbed her chin and forced his mouth upon hers. He bit her lip causing her own blood and she squirmed in pain. Than forcing his tongue into her mouth. Bastard. Alright Lucius, you want to play lets play. She bit his tongue in between her teeth making his own blood pool in her mouth. He tore his mouth from hers, looking like a sadistic vampire with blood dripping on his chin. He whispered in her ear. " That wasn't very nice princess. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy destroying that Gryffyndor courage of yours."

In another part of the mansion. Two figures sat awaiting their breakfast as blood curdling screams arouse from beneath them.

"I see father forgot the silencing charms again.", Draco Malfoy said quietly to his mother while looking at the grandfather clock in the dining room. 7 a.m. Must be enjoying himself to much to enjoy the usual early breakfast. He thought sarcastically. He cast a glance at his mother as she stared quietly out of the large window behind him. She looked so empty.

"Mother?", he asked quietly. She looked at him than and so much pain and despair flashed in her eyes, yet her face remained cool and void of emotion. Draco took pity on her, knowing that this is a normal occurrence for Daddy Dearest. Suddenly a house elf appeared with their breakfasts.

"I think it may rain today.", Draco said quietly.

"I think you're right.", was her only reply.

They ate their breakfast in silence, ignoring the screams that continued on into the late morning.