It didn't take long for Hermione to recognize where she was. She was in the abandoned building that was once the Ministry of Magic. Death Eaters had taken over, and the only thing that would get you through the doors would be either having the Dark Mark tattoo or by murmuring something in parseltongue.
Lucius pushed her down as she tried to regain her balance. He strolled to the table at the front of the room and smiled wide as a girl was escorted into the room in chains.
Lucius laughed as he bent her over the end of a table. The young girl gripped the edges, bracing herself for pain. Murmurs throughout the room came from watching eyes, preying eyes. The 20-something Pureblood wizards watched Lucius as he ran his fingertips over every inch of the soft skin, before impaling her, releasing a scream from deep within her. He laughed as he moved in and out, in and out, at a near breakneck speed.
"Watch closely. You'll see exactly how to get results..." Lucius announced to the room.
Hermione stood in the corner, her blouse ripped, and her mind broken. That's what the Death Eaters did. They picked girls and traded them off from wizard to wizard, unless Lord Voldemort saw the one he wanted, then that girl was off limits. It was like a non-consensual Manson Family.
Right now, Lucius' girl was one of the Patil twins, Parvati.
Lucius groaned and moaned as he writhed in and out of the Indian girl, while Hermione hid her face, doing everything not to watch. Hoots and hollers were heard through the room, and someone forced Hermione's hands down.
"Watch him, girlie. You're next...I'll take you while the rest of them watch." Snarled Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf whom infected Remus Lupin.
What seemed like hours later, Lucius slumped over the no longer mobile, bleeding, sweating Patil and withdrew himself with a groan, spurting his seed all over her back. He looked at the pained Hermione, as Greyback was already feeling his way between her legs. Lucius chuckled cruely and waved Fenrir over to him. Fenrir grabbed Hermione's wrist and lead her to the front of the room. Hermione and Parvati's eyes met as they passed each other. They both had the same sadness in their eyes. Parvati mouthed "I'm sorry" to Hermione.
The girl forced herself into a state of mind that made her oblivious to the world around her. She thought about how Draco wanted to marry her 'Not that he will now.' And how he loved her. 'A filthy whore like you? Keep dreaming.' and how they created the perfect daughter together. 'You're going to end up pregnant again tonight.'
Her thoughts were cut short as her trousers were yanked down and she was seated on the table. She looked at all of the faces around her and immediately recognized the look in their eyes. The same carnal lust that took it's residence in Draco's eyes the night he raped her. These men were voyeurs and wanted not to touch her, but watch someone else do it.
Greyback pushed Hermione back, making her lay down on the table, with her legs dangling over the end. He grabbed her knees and jerked her nearly off of the table. She tried to catch herself, but didn't need to, for he had a firm grip on her legs. Her head fell to the side and she lay there, motionless. She was deep in thought. Her thoughts shifted to Draco. She thought of what he would do if he could see what was happening.
'Oh hush. He did the exact same thing to you. He'd probably congratulate his father on getting to shag you. He'd probably make some horrible joke about how his father got sloppy seconds. He'd probably call you a filthy Mudblood and leave you alone with these monsters..' Her thoughts were torn away from her as she felt Fenrir push himself into her. He was quite a lot larger than Lucius and Draco. She could feel him tearing her open. She could feel every tiny little laceration that formed as he performed for the Purebloods.
She tried to struggle away from Greyback and all she got for it were binds on her arms and a bruise forming on her cheek from a swift backhand from the man that was raping her while other men watched. She did not allow herself to cry, nor did she really feel the need to. She knew that she hated it, and knew they wanted her to. She would not give them that satisfaction.
As Fenrir finished, Lucius stood next to him and watched Hermione's face to try to figure out what exactly was going through her mind, but she let her face fall slack and no form of emotion was portrayed on it. Lucius clapped as Fenrir finished, and the others did as well. Greyback withdrew and pulled her pants back up, and walked away, disappearing back in the crowd of men and their "women."
"Wasn't that magnificant, gentleman? Give a hand to Greyback for his performance. Ah, and let's not forget the girl who made it all worth watching. Give a hand for Hermione Granger, who, unlike some of the girls who have been here for months, has figured out that a fight will do nothing but bring pain upon themselves. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have this young lady. In private." He pulled her trousers back up for her and lead her out of the room, and down a hall. He pushed her into a fireplace and locked eyes with her.
"You let my son know if he interferes with plans again, his childhood will happen all over again. Malfoy Manor" Lucius tossed the Floo powder and Hermione ended up back in the fireplace at the Manor.