Hermione looked ad the hated wedding ring on her finger. Even though she couldn't deny that the ring was absolutely beautiful, but it was like the man who had given it to her: something unwanted and never leaving you alone. She looked into the green emerald and the memories started to play off in her head.

FLASHBACK

She was sitting at the dining table. In front of her layed her wand next to the newspaper, but she didn't really read it. Her mind was to busy. She toughed about Hogwarts. Unbelievable that they graduated a weak ago!

After school, Hermione immediately moved in by Harry. They lived happily at GrimbouldPlace(?). Even Kreacher was glad he could serve her ( even though she tried to free him first. But because he toughed is was a horrible punishment, she gave up.) And they finally got Missis Black off of the wall.

But this was the first time she was really alone in this house.

Harry had left because he " needed to do something in Diagon Alley" and Kreacher had his first day off.

It was getting late, but she still waited for Harry to come. Even though she would never admit it, she was scared to sleep here alone.

Suddenly she saw something wave at her from across the room. She walked to it and saw that is was a picture of Ron, Harry and her. It was taken a couple of months before Ron had died. It was winter and the three of them were covered with snow. Harry and Ron just had a snowball fight. And they toughed it would be "funny" if they acted like Harry's glasses were broken. Ofcorse she run over to fix them. But then, they threw a snowball at her, right in her face! But she let them pay back. She cursed them almost to death with a tickle spell, until they had bagged her to stop in between the laughing.

Hermione was so lost in her beautiful picture that she hadn't notices someone had walked out the fire place.

A bit dazed, he looked around the room. Until he saw her, her back turned to him. With his smirk on his face,he walked towards her and rapped his arms around her.

"Missed me?" he asked.

She was so released that she wasn't alone anymore that she almost said yes, only because she toughed it was else cloud it be?

But her brain was working on top speed. That voice, it wasn't Harry's voice. It was oddly familiar to her. She snapped her had to her right and saw his grey eyes scanning her body.

"Draco Malfoy", she said a bit surprised.

After Harry had killed Voldemort in their six year, the Slytherin had let the trio alone. Well, he had left Harry and Ron for what they were, but Hermione… He didn't speak to her, but evry time she noticed him, his eyes were scanning her body in a really unplacened time she entered a room, his eyes were focused on her. Every time she toughed she was alone in the library late at night, she could find him just a few tables away from her, always looking at her. Like a snake who tries to hypnotize his prey.

"What are you doing here?"

He chuckled. "That sounds very welcoming."

Why was he here? How did he get in?

She threw a glance to the floor. His feet prints were painted in ashes on the ground.

She needed to get away, soon.

Before it was to late, cause there was no way that Malfoy was here for a tea party.

And now with no teachers ore Harry to hold him back, only Merlin knows what he was going to do to her.

"Aren't you gonna ask me if I want something to drink?," he said, the smirk still written on his face.

Her brain had come up with a plan. Not a good one, but it was the only one she had.

"Would you?" she asked.

A cold laugh escaped his lips. " Actually, no."

"But ahh.. do you mind if I take a glass of water?"

He sighted, that was the only response she got.

She walked through the kitchen and turned the crane on. But she didn't fill a glass of water, but grabbed the muggle phone. With her trembling fingers, she dialed Harry's cell phone, hoping he had it with him. Please, pick up the phone Harry, I need you now, she thought.

"Trying to escape, love?"

She heard his voice behind her. She turned around to see he had Harry's phone in his hand.

"Time is up, you're coming with me,"

Before she could even blink, he had turned it to ashes with his wand.

Wait, a wand!

She still had a chance!

Her hand moved over the pockets of her jeans, but hadn't she been playing with it while she was sitting at the dining table? She looked at the table, it wasn't that far away from her.

She looked back at Draco. He knew what she was thinking, he had followed her look.

They both run to table, but he of course, he, being the Slytherin Quidditch Captain was there first. He pointed her own wand at her face.

That was it. She had lost, and he knew it.

A smirk played around his lips. He was going to get what he had wanted for to long. With the smirk still on his face, he walked to her. She tried to back away, but she was frosen on the spot.

Damn it.

" There is no reason to look so scared. I'm not going to hurt you, beautiful, not much." He said, while the back of his hand stroke her warm cheek. He grabbed her around her waist and disapperated .

The next thing they saw was a little field, surrounded with trees. In the middle was a beautiful lake, who reflected the waning moon and the few stars.

Hermione also noticed that she wasn't wearing her jeans and blouse.

No,instead she wore a beautiful white dress. It looked suspiciously like the dress of the ghost of Ravenclaw.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he asked, his voice very close by her ear, she could feel his breath on her neck.

Even though she was numb of fear, she nodded slowly.

"Perfect night for a... a wedding, isn't is?"

She was so hypnotized by the beautiful view, she first didn't know what he said.

Perfect night for... a wedding.

A wedding...

wedding.

Suddenly her brain started working again. She turned around and looked at him with a horrifieded expression in her eyes.

" What? No, no were are not.. you can't be serious"

" Oh, but I'm deathly serious,love."

This could not be happening, not to her.

This must be a bad dream, a really bad one.

" But, but you don't love me. I'm a mudblood. We are not in love. I love Harry,I.."

Before she could say an other word, his lips were crushing hers. His tongue was rough, almost bruising her when he forced him into her mouth. She just stood there, not able to do anything.

" I don't care if you love me", he said to her lips while he gasped for breath.

She tasted so over powering, he was still a bit dazed.

"You are going to marry me, tonight".

Now it was her time to laugh. What did he think, that she would jump in his arms and let him use her as a plaything?

" And what exactly makes you think I would ever marry you?" she said when she was done laughing.

He smirked at her.

" Because if you don't, i'll make shore your beloved Potter will not come home tonight, and you will be living in my dungeon."

Hermione looked again at him, shock written all over her face, her beautiful eyes were filled with unfallen tears.

"You, you can't just.. I don't believe you." she said.

" Well, that's your risk to take. Are you taking it?" he said, but he knew he had won, she wouldn't risk it.

She stayed silend.

" Good, that's what I also thought, now give me your hand."

Hermione gave him her shacking hand.

She cried silently, knowing she would never be able to see Harry or Ginny or Blaise or Luna again.

All her friends, gone.

All her dreams flew away from her, leaving her soul alone with the monster who was whispering words she couldn't understand to her hand.

Their was blood, her own she guessed.

And a ring that was pushed around her finger.

They were standing in the lake, the water mixing their blood with the water. Somewhere after that she must have fainted.