Hermione lay shivering on the bed, contemplating her situation, waiting for Draco or Blaise to return and likely rape her again. It felt like years had passed yet it had only been a couple of hours.

She startled to the screeching sound of the cell door slamming shut. She looked up to see Draco standing beside the bed. He looked angry.

"Stand up" he barked.

She winced.

Draco grabbed a fist full of her hair and jerked her to her feet. He looked her up and down. She was naked. There was dried blood near her mouth and on her cheek. Red welts wrapped around her wrists. Her breasts bore purple marks in the shape of fingers.

He reached his hand between her legs and traced up her thighs. His finger pushed slowly back and forth along her slit.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath, bracing for the violation to come.

Draco lifted her body on to the bed placing her on her back. "Spread em" he commanded. She hesitated. He roughly forced her legs apart. The bruising was vivid on the pale flesh of her inner thighs. He rested his hand on her mound.

"Please...Malfoy...don't..." she begged quietly. He ignored her and pressed two fingers inside of her aching sex.

A tear slipped down Hermione's cheek. Draco used his free hand and gently wiped it away. "Don't cry Granger...it will make it worse for you..." he whispered.

"I doubt anything can make this worse than it already is" she retorted, followed by a sharp cry as many more fingers were shoved into her tight channel. "You have no idea" Draco whispered, "what he will do to you."

"He?" Hermione whispered horsely as she tried to manage the fiery pain between her legs.

Draco suddenly withdrew his hand and moved away from her.

Though grateful for the relief Hermione's mind kept repeating "He" over and over and over.

Draco paced silently.

"You're going to let Blaise rape me aren't you?" Hermione questioned, painfully remembering the humiliation...and the blood...

"No" Draco said quietly, not looking at her, "My...my father...he is coming."

"He's coming to kill me?" Hermione said almost hopefully.

The silence was deafening.

Draco looked at her sadly, "He's coming to interrogate you, and you'll have to tell him what he wants to know or..."

"-or he'll rape me?" she finished for him.

Draco looked sick, "He's going to rape you anyway."

"And then he'll kill me," Hermione said coldly, "or that will your job...I imagine you do a fair share of his dirty work."

The smack to her face caught her by surprise and she cried out. Draco mounted her, pinning her to the bed. "Do not assume to know me," he growled.

"And he isn't going to kill you Granger. He wants you returned to Potter broken."

A rush of bravery arose in Hermione and she continued, "And so what you're job is to loosen me up a bit! You are nothing but a pawn for your father, you do everything he says without question, no matter how evil it is. If you disobey, he beats you."

"Shut up, Granger, I'm warning you" Draco hissed.

Hermione ignored him, "You don't have to hurt people, you don't have to do terrible things...evil horrible things... you've probably never even feet guilty."

This time she expected the blow across her mouth. The pain silenced her.

"That's it! You should have kept your mouth shut Granger cause now I'm gonna beat the hell out of you!" Draco yelled. She struggled to wiggle out from under him but his weight kept her pinned.

He slapped her again, and again, and again. Her head snapping to the side after each strike.

Hermione groaned as her nipples were pinched and twisted roughly. "You need to learn your place," Draco whispered cruelly, as he delivered a sharp slap to her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Look at me!" Draco yelled smacking her other breast even harder.

She looked directly into his eyes. She could see fear in them.

"I have to do as my father commands me because his orders come from the Dark Lord. If we do not obey him then my whole family, even extended family, will be murdered."

"I...I'm s..." Hermione muttered.

"You will never understand me!" Draco yelled at her before delivering a round of slaps to her naked breasts. "I have to fit into my role. I have to, its the only life I have."

"Aahhhh" Hermione cried out in pain.

"You want to know the truth!" He yelled at her as he continued to strike her, "Do you!"

Hermione's breasts were bouncing from the constant blows.

"Aahhhhhh" she cried out louder.

"I had no choice," Draco explained, "I didn't want to bring you here for him. I know how sick and twisted my Father can be, how he gets off from inflicting pain. The only thing I could do for you was to prepare you for his treatment. I thought if I could break you, even a little, he wouldn't hurt you as badly."

He stopped beating her.

Hermione covered her throbbing breasts with her hands. She said nothing.

Draco climbed off of her shaking body and moved to the chair. "What I have done," he said slowly, looking at his hands, "is nothing compared to what he will do. You must learn to bear it. If you cry out and fight back it only fuels him to go harder. You have to submit to him...fully."

They both stared at each other in silence for a while