A/N: Ok so I wanted to make this longer, but I don't have an idea for the second half. Hope you enjoy this. Sorry I haven't updated sooner... I've been reading other Dramione's and getting ideas.

When Everything Goes Wrong

Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath as pain shot up her left leg. Last night had been rough on her and she was still experiencing some phantom pains. She looked at her hands, caked in blood and dirt and she knew that the rest of her looked the same way. Except much worse. She brought her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes wishing this could all be over.

She heard footsteps, and fearfully picked her head up. She was sitting against the back wall, a large wooden door directly across from her. There was a small window covered by bars, but other than that nothing. It was a large room, grey stone walls, and a grey flat stone floor. She had been here for five months, and wanted desperately to get out of there. She thought back to how she got there.

They ran as fast as they could. Hermione shot a quick jinx at Harry and another at Ron, they could not be caught like this. No one could know who they were. But they kept running, fearful for their lives and each other. For months their world had slowly been crumbling apart and today, Hermione was sure, it would end.

She felt something wrap around her ankles, before falling flat on her face. Harry and Ron looked back at her, stopping dead in their tracks.

"GO! GET OUT OF HERE!" Hermione screamed at them, tears streaming down their face. Ron started running, but Harry refused to leave. "Just go!" Hermione whispered furiously as she felt herself over taken by the Snatchers. Harry started running, continually looking over his shoulder at her. He hated leaving her behind. He didn't want to be handing her to the dogs.

Hermione felt someone's hands wrap around her arms and pull her up forcefully. She found herself looking into Fenrir Greyback's ugly mug.

"'Ello, gorgeous. What's your name, pet?" He asked breathing on her face. Hermione scrunched her face up at the smell, and turned away.

"P-Penelope Clearwater." Hermione said weakly. She hoped and prayed with all her might that they believed her. And that Ron and Harry got away.

"Blood status?"

"Ha-Half Blood." Hermione was so scared. She had never been more scared in her entire life.

"She's clear." A voice said behind her. Hermione breathed in relief. She had a right to be, she was cleared.

But before she could fully celebrate her soon to be freedom, a loud Crack! surprised her.

"New orders. All prisoners are to be taken to Malfoy Manor. Regardless of blood status. Who's this?" Hermione felt her heart sink. She closed her eyes, silently begging them to kill her right then and there. If they didn't, the Malfoy's would.

Hermione thought that for once, her day couldn't get any worse. But then she heard shouting, and deep voices. Familiar voices. And her heart fell through the ground. Harry and Ron had been captured. As they came into view, Hermione saw that the jinx was already wearing off. How could that be? She had tried her best to make sure it worked for a long time!

"Look who I found! Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. It's our lucky day, boys!" A Snatcher said following them. Two Snatchers were on each boy with a fifth one following behind. Ron and Harry couldn't have escaped now, no matter how hard they tried. Hermione started to cry some more. She had no idea what this meant for the war, for them, for the Wizarding Community at large. But she had a pretty good idea that it wasn't good.

They stood in the foyer of the Malfoy Manor, awaiting judgement on their lives. Hermione wanted to be optimistic and say that everything was going to be ok. She wanted to think that they would find some way out of this mess like they had with every other mess they got themselves into. But a voice in the back of her head told her to give it up and accept her fate.

Hermione heard clicking hills and was aware of someone approaching them. She gulped down her tears and hoped that her voice would work. Bellatrix Lestrange came into view and Hermione knew it was over. The moment Bellatrix saw Harry, her grim expression brightened. She saw Ron and was equally excited. Then her eyes turned to Hermione. A sick, twisted grin washed over her face, her eyes manic.

"Oh, oh! Cissy! Lucius! Draco! Come see our lovely guests!" She cackled insanely, and Hermione knew it was over. She looked at her best friends and brothers. A silent goodbye in her eyes. She was a Mudblood. She would either be first to die, or tortured for years and years until they finally gave her mercy and ended it. Harry shook his head at her look, he was still defiant that they would live, still sure that they would find a way out of this. Ron dropped his gaze from hers. He had given up long ago.

"The Dark Lord will be so pleased. Please, Cissy. Let me call him. Let him treasure our discovery!" Bellatrix whispered excitedly to her sister. Narcissa Malfoy had come into the foyer and she looked unwell. All the Malfoy's did. When Draco came into view, he saw the trio and almost stumbled back. He couldn't believe they had been captured. He had been so sure that they would find a way to kill Voldemort and rid this world of him forever. But here they stood, and he knew most of them wouldn't make it the night.

"You mean us. Because we did actually find them." Fenrir spoke up, limping towards Bellatrix. She shot him a glare and dug around in her coin purse for some galleons. She paid the Snatchers and told them to leave and find more 'Mudbloods'. Hermione cringed at the word.

"By all means, Bellatrix. Call him." Lucius' voice was strained, as if it pained him to allow the trio to be caught. Hermione wasn't sure if Ron or Harry caught it, but she was sure that the Malfoy's seemed extremely disappointed and frightened that they had been caught. Hermione suddenly realized that the Malfoy's had probably been relying on them to destroy the Dark Lord. And they were supposed to be on his side.

Hermione suddenly thought of all the people out there. The Weasley's, her parents, the Order members, young kids at Hogwarts who had all put their faith in her and Ron and Harry. And the weight of what was going on crashed down on her. She felt as if she had let down so many people. Their disappointment, their fear and hurt, she could feel all of it all of a sudden. Hermione took a deep shuddering breath, she was scared and had no idea whether she would live to see another day.

Bellatrix had called him. He was on his way. Hermione looked up, her eyes desperate. She found Draco's eyes. Those shivering cold pools of grey held something more than hatred and disgust. They held sorrow, pity, and fear. Hermione pleaded to him with her eyes, begging him to help her, to save Harry. He was the only one who could destroy the Dark Lord. It had to be him. But she could see his answer. He couldn't do anything. He hadn't the power.

"What do we have here?" The cold voice sent shivers down Hermione's spine. She had never heard his voice before. She had never seen his face. She had expected a handsome charming man, but the man who walked towards her was no man. He was a snake. And it scared her more than anything.

"Ah, Harry Potter. How are you, dear boy? Does your scar still hurt, when I touch you?" He asked as he put a finger on Harry's scar. Hermione could see the pain. While it had gotten better over the years, it still hurt. "Yes, it does. And who do we have here?" You-Know-Who turned to Bellatrix as he looked at Ron.

"He is the youngest Weasley boy. A blood traitor." Bellatrix said excitedly. He nodded and smiled at Ron.

"A pureblood. I can promise you glory and honor and riches beyond your wildest dreams. Join us, boy, and you can be among the most rich and powerful wizards alive." You-Know-Who's proposition was enticing. But Hermione was sure that if Ron did join, You-Know-Who would immediately regret his decision. Ron wasn't the best wizard around.

"I would never join your side, you demented lunatic!" Ron yelled. Even Hermione knew that he had just signed his Death Warrant.

"Avada Kedavra!" Ron fell dead to the ground. Hermione looked away, unable to take seeing his dead body. Bellatrix laughed madly, giggling at the blood traitor's body. Draco couldn't look at it, instead he watched Granger. She was crying softly, her eyes looking anywhere but Weasley's body. Draco wanted to comfort her, but he knew that was a direct line to the same place as Weasley.

"Now, now Miss Granger. No crying. I believe my followers have some plans for you. Please, Bellatrix, take good care of her. She may yet prove useful." Bellatrix stepped forward and grabbed Hermione. But she resisted.

"What are you going to do with me?" She asked staring You-Know-Who in his dark red eyes.

"Put you in your place, girl." He said, seemingly appalled that she was even looking at him.

"And Harry?"

"Oh, we're going to have our fun with him. But don't worry. You'll be there for his execution. We wouldn't want you to miss it." Hermione was dragged screaming from the room as The Dark Lord stood laughing.

Hermione had survived Harry only four months. He had spent four weeks constantly being tortured. She knew that pictures of his mangled unconscious body had been sent to the Order, Hogwarts, and Prophet. Voldemort wanted everyone to know that the great Harry Potter was at his mercy. When Hermione had been brought out of the dungeon for Harry's execution, they had brought out Ron's body as well. It had been greatly defaced and hung up for all to see.

Bellatrix had tortured Hermione all month long asking if there was a way for them to show the world the tragic death of the Chosen One. Hermione never told them anything. It had, in fact, been Harry who spilled the beans on cameras. Bellatrix giggled as she Imperio'd a Muggle into working the camera. He looked happy, but Hermione knew his fate all to well. If he was lucky, they would kill him outright.

Hermione was meant to watch the execution from the front row. She was supposed to kneel during the entire thing. Hermione felt degraded and humiliated. She had been put not only in shackles around her wrists, but a metal collar connected to chains held by her captors. She had barely any clothing on. They had taken her clothes early on, and made her wear a nearly see through slip.

As she knelt on the floor, her chains held by MacNair, she wished she had tears left to shed. But after weeks of torture, and screaming, Hermione had no tears left in her.

"Welcome, my dear friends, to the Execution of Harry James Potter." You-Know-Who started looking towards the camera.

"And may I introduce our guests of honor? We have here, the lovely Hermione Granger. Starting tomorrow, her training begins and within no time we'll have the first Mudblood slave. While she will be the most expensive, she will be a rewarding prize for the man, or woman, who can afford her. And here, we have Ronald Billius Weasley. Blood traitor. Unfortunately he was killed over a month ago, and it seems the Death Eaters have shown their proper respects to him." You-Know-Who spoke calmly as if he was actually introducing guests at a dinner party.

Hermione looked over at Ron's body and nearly screamed. He was stark naked, entrails spilling out from a large hole in his stomach, his skin nearly all peeled off and his private areas massacred. Hermione looked away quickly, unable to look at the horrible image any longer.

"And our main guest of the evening, Harry James Potter. The Chosen One. Smile for the camera Harry. Harry here, has merely moments to live. Any last words, Harry?"

"Ya, I have a few last words. Fuck you, Tom!" Harry's voice was weak, and raspy from screaming. Hermione had heard them from the dungeons. They had tortured Harry. And they broke him.

"Tsk, tsk. That's not very nice Potter. Crucio." The words were spoken so calmly, that Hermione was shocked at how loud Harry screamed. She could hear the pain in his voice.

"Alright, now. Does anyone have anything to say to Potter before we execute him for his crimes?" She could feel You-Know-Who's gaze turn to her.

"Does Miss Granger have any words to share with her friend and savior before he dies?"

Hermione stood up, and began walking towards Harry, when she was choked by her chains. The Dark Lord must have allowed it, because they soon slackened and she could talk directly to Harry without being over heard.

"Harry, I love you so much. Stay strong just a few more minutes. Be stronger than them when you die. We both know that we won't get out of this one. But stay strong Harry. Please for me! For Ron." She said quietly, wishing she could give him a hug.

"I'll try. I love you too, Hermione. I'll say hi to Ron for you. At least I'll be reunited with my parents, right?" Harry asked giving her a weak smile. She nodded, tears slipping down her face.

"You stay strong, Hermione. Don't let them break you, like they broke me. Don't give in. You are strong and you best stay strong. I'll always be watching over you, 'Mione." He said quietly, gulping loudly. Hermione started sobbing, she couldn't believe this was good bye between her and Harry. But at least she got to say goodbye to him.

"I love you!" She screamed as she was forced back to her seat. Harry smiled at her, tears streaming down his face. He turned his eyes to Voldemort, unafraid and defiant.

"Bring it." He whispered to Voldemort. For about ten minutes, Voldemort tortured Harry with curses like 'Sectumsempra' and others Hermione had never heard of. She wanted to scream, to look away from this, but she couldn't. Someone behind her was holding her face in the direction of Harry. She was literally being forced to watch her friend die in front of her.

Finally after what felt like hours of torture, Voldemort finally said the words. "Avada Kedavra." Harry's body went limp. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. But then the Death eaters surged forward, and they began the destruction of Harry's body. They slit his throat, did all they could to him. They did to him what they had done to Ron, but worse. Much worse. Hermione cried violently, unable to look away.

"So sorry for your loss, Mudblood. Tomorrow, you will be returned to your rightful place. As a slave for purebloods. For your sake, I hope you're not a virgin." Lucius said quietly to her before walking away. Hermione closed her eyes, wishing she could admit defeat. Wishing she could give up and die right here. She would rather die than go through what Harry went through. She would rather die, than be in the company of these people a second longer. But she had no control over her life anymore. All she could control was how bad she was tortured.

Hermione waited, as the footsteps drew closer. For four months she had been raped, beaten, Crucio'd and much, much worse. Every day she would be healed so that they could do the same thing again the next day. Every night Hermione cried herself to the unconsciousness she called sleep. It was more like her body shutting down for an hour or two before she was beaten awake by some Death Eater.

Hermione listened for the door to click. Waited for some hint of who was coming her way. Each Death Eater had their own little routine when they came down to beat her or rape her. She had figured out their moves so she could prepare herself for what lay ahead. The soft padded footsteps alerted her to the presence of one Draco Malfoy. He was coming for her today.

He had never joined in on the beatings or the rapings. From what she gathered, he was in charge of a different portion of her training. Needless to say, Hermione wasn't eager for it.

But as he approached the door she made her way silently over to that side of her cell.

"Hermione." He whispered quietly.

"Draco." She replied, letting him know she was there.

"In a month the beatings and rape will stop. Bellatrix thinks you're almost ready for the second part of training. You have to be as obedient as you can the next few weeks. They're starting to trust you. They're starting to believe they broke you. Hang in there Hermione. Please." He said quietly. Hermione felt warm tears run down her cheeks. Only a few more weeks.

Silence. She knew he was still there. And she knew there was a question he wanted to ask, but didn't want the answer to.

"Just ask." She said quietly, preparing herself.

"What have they done to you?"

Hermione wasn't sure how to respond.

"They rape me, beat me until I am obedient, and rape me some more. Then when they leave, they heal me so that tomorrow I am not weak. Four months ago, before it started, Bellatrix took out my uterus. I can not get pregnant. Ever." Hermione said, her voice emotionless and cold. Draco wanted to shudder as he heard the things they had done to her.

"But what does it matter. I will be a slave for the rest of my life." Hermione said, and Draco could hear it in her voice. She had given up. She was defeated.

"No, Hermione. Don't think like that. Don't you dare think like that. Stay strong. Think of Harry, of Ron! Think of your parents and Hogwarts. This isn't over. Stay strong and never give up. You hear me?" Draco asked reaching through the bars to hold her face. She leaned into his palm, sighing in contentment.

"I'll try, Draco I really will." Hermione said wishing he could whisk her away from here. But he couldn't. It was impossible for him to.

"I have to go. But take this and eat it quickly." Draco handed her a red apple through the bars. It looked so juicy and delicious. Hermione smiled at him through the bars. And Draco saw the slight flicker of spark in her eyes. She was still there, the Gryffindor Princess he had known during school was still there.

He didn't remember exactly when it was that he fell in love with her. It may have been just a few months ago when he first saw her at the Mansion. It could have been in Fifth year when she stood up to Umbridge. It could have been fourth year when he saw her at the Yule Ball. Hell, it could have been third year when she punched him. But it didn't matter when, Draco loved Hermione and would do anything at this point to protect her. He had a plan to make sure she stayed safe and well. He just wished it would work out.