"Hello," Draco sheepishly spoke. He entered the room with his wand in hand. It glowed brightly from its tip and was much more potent than the candle from before. He seemed very nervous to see her, but in these circumstances he had every right to be.

"You've found me? …How?"

He closed the door and sat down on the foot of the bed. Hermione scooted closer to him, still wrapped in the sheets. "I waited for mother and father to sleep, then I weaseled it out of Ditzy. It was easy," said Draco feeling a bit proud. "So what are you doing here?"

Hermione looked down shamefully, she felt embarrassed for some reason. "I don't know why I'm here."

She interlocked her fingers and tried to continue, "I can't even begin to imagine why your father has suddenly decided he needs a new maid so badly. He's taken everything away from me, my entire life. Now he's left me in this cold little room. He even took my parents away from me." Her face looked serious. "They don't even remember me…"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know…. The last thing I remember is your father watching me outside of the school. You of all people should know how intimidating he is. He scared me so I left to call my parents. When my father picked up the phone he had no recollection of me."

"He obliviated them didn't he?"

"What?"

"Obliviation," Draco started, "It's a spell to remove memories. Sometimes small things other times used to wipe memories clean. He clearly didn't want them to remember you."

"But why? This isn't some sort of random kidnapping, this was premeditated. I don't understand why me of all people? What makes me stand out from everyone else?"

"I don't know, father has always despised Muggles in general. I haven't seen it, but he's killed them before."

This made Hermione scared, naturally she gripped the sheets tighter around her. "He doesn't seem to keen on killing me, at least not yet. So far he's already sliced me open, and used some horrible curse to make my skin boil. But at least I still have my… dignity."

"Sounds like father alright…. Where were you from?"

"I lived on the outskirts of London my entire life. Now I might never see it again."

"That's not too far you know, were in Wiltshire right now."

Hermione smiled weakly, happy to hear that she was only about an hour or two away from home and not someplace far away like Chesterfield. She emerged from the sheets and leaned forward, gently hugging herself.

Draco let out a deep sigh, he moved his wand around the room, looking at the state of despair it was in. It was still hard to accept his father would do something like this, it wasn't like him. He never wanted anything to do with Muggles let alone have them touch the dining ware he was about to eat from. Draco looked back at her.

"How long as he kept you in this disgusting hell hole?"

"Only a few days now, but apparently I've been asleep for most of them. I don't think I can stand it much longer." She needed to be bold yet again, letting fate decide what happens next. "Do you… Do you think you could help me get out of here?"

His already pale skin seemed to drop another shade completely; the look in his eye was like if he had been asked her to murder his firstborn. "I-I don't know if I can."

"Why not, you can do magic too can't you? Or is this all an elaborate trick?" Hermione demanded an explanation.

"I can, but…"

"But what then? I know you can help me, I know you are my chance at getting back home."

Draco shifted himself back slightly. Was helping her escape such a big deal? "I can't just do that. Do you know what you're asking of me? I may be my father's son but he is right hand man to the Dark Lord, he's dangerous. Even if I managed to get you back to London or even to the ministry they couldn't do anything. If he hasn't killed you yet he'll surely kill you then. I can't stand up to him again…"

Hermione could see he how dead serious he had become. It became clear to her in this short amount of time. Draco, despite being a budding young man was still fearful of his father.

"…Besides, why would I go through all the trouble of helping a Muggle girl I don't even know," he added on quickly.

She studied his face for a moment. "…He's hurt you before hasn't he?"

Draco tensed up and she could see he was becoming defensive. There were scares there not on his skin but deep down inside. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like growing up under his shadow. He was scared; he didn't want to be punished by his father.

She gently touched his arm to comfort him as to say, "Everything will be okay now, you have me." Draco's fair skin flushed a light pink, not visible in the light. Seeing the gentle look on her face was something he almost never experienced, the only looks he received were ones of disappointment or resentment. Even from his mother who was much kinder than Lucius.

"I'm sorry… I never got your name?"

"It's Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"It's nice to meet you Hermione… despite the circumstances," he extended his hand out.

She held his hand in hers, "Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I haven't eaten in a few days; do you think you could bring me something?"

-ooo-

Draco had been gone for at least 15 minutes now. She did not want to seem entitled but was starting to get impatient. As soon as she acknowledged her hunger it would not leave her alone. What she wouldn't give for a big plate of fish and chips or some Yorkshire pudding.

She tried to imagine what was taking so long, wasn't he the son of a powerful wizard? Why couldn't he wave his wand and make eggs on toast?

She waited a long while, minutes turned to hours. Draco still hadn't returned yet. Hermione became very upset, she knew it was too good to be true. He probably ratted her out to his father. They'd probably march in together and beat her. But it seemed no one was coming.

The longer she waited for Draco the faster the sun would rise. When it did she'd be sure Lucius would be there soon after. She wasn't ready to face him. So there was no point in waiting any longer; she was more tired than hungry. Finally she let sleep envelop her.

The sun finally came and so did he.

It was now Christmas day and she was all alone in the manor with him. Everyone must have left very early in the evening as there was not a trace of a single person besides the two. She didn't want to know what happened. But whatever transpired between Draco leaving to bring her food till the time the sun raised must have upset Lucius. She could tell not only by his the steaming pure hatred radiating off of him, but the fact he smelled like pungent grape wine. His face was brighter than ripe summer apple.

He didn't even give her time to shower or get changed out from her nightgown. Lucius dragged her from the cellar room by her wrist and brought her upstairs to the guest room where Narcissa and Draco had been staying prior.

"Now Muggle, I want you to cleanse this room from top to bottom. You may not leave it until it's been purged of filth." Lucius spoke so forcefully, she could see flecks of saliva gush from his lips. "I don't want to see a single strand of hair, a single scent of perfume. Make this room shine like new, or else." With a flick of his wand, supplies appraited out of thin air.

-ooo-

Hermione spent most of the day trying to scrub out the most insignificant details of the room. Mostly she took her time because the smell of Narcissas perfume was the hardest thing to get rid of. Since all the windows were warded off she couldn't air out the room.

It seemed like Lucius' demand was wildly unrealistic. Without a washing machine of some sort she couldn't get the smell out of the pillows or comforter. Hopefully Lucius would be too drunk to notice, he already looked like he had way too much. Still she complied to his outlandish demand and made the room shine.

The room was very pristine anyways, it hardly look like she touched it all. If he didn't like the job she had done that it was his fault, not hers. It was on to the next room for her, she was done dusting the same spot over and over.

She left the room and walked down the hallway to finish where she last stopped before having to set the table. As she walked she slowed down after she heard something strange. It was a soft whimper, like an injured dog. Hermione walked slowly and carefully forward until the sound got louder. It was coming from Lucius' upstairs study, a room she was strictly forbidden from. She crept up to the door and peeked in.

She could see Lucius at his desk, head cradled in his hands with his elbows propping himself up on the desk. Scattered around him were various bottles of wine and liquors, all which had been emptied. He was truly a miserable site to behold. If Lucius deserved to feel heart ache, then why did she feel sorry for him? She had to remind herself why she was in this exact scenario of watching him through a door, because he had kidnapped her.

Hermione was about to turn to leave but upon moving she accidently pushed the door, making what she believed to absurdly loud squeak. There was no turning back now; he was already looking at her with embarrassed anger. She was ready to run but she pushed the door open further.

"I didn't mean to spy on you, I only wanted to tell you I've finished with the… the room."

He stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded like she spoke gibberish. Maybe that's what he did hear; differentiating reality from illusions was hard to do in his drunken state.

"Come here, Muggle"

Hermione sheepishly walked into the room, clenching her cleaning bucket with both her hands. Each step was slow and deliberate, trying to stall the inevitable. "Now," He waved his hand forward. Suddenly she was plucked from the ground and levitated towards him; she was so startled she dropped her bucket.

With him sitting down, Hermione had become taller than the man in the chair. She had now stood so close to him if he moved any closer he'd be able to breathe the air out of her lungs. If she hadn't gotten a good look before she certainly did now.

She could see peach cherry gradient that colored the bags of his tired eyes, his strong jawline line, and symphony of blonde unkempt hair. Hermione felt helpless under his gaze, those steel colored eyes could intimidate anyone. He smelled like sweet grapes and earthy smoke.

Lucius held her by the arms and breathed heavily, "It's not polite to spy on people."

"I know. I'm so sorry… I really didn't mean to intrude, really. I just wanted to tell you I was done. I did everything you a-asked." Hermione whimpered. His grip became tighter and she felt like a leaf. The pressure from his large hands burned her skin. She had dealt with him when he was mad, but not when he was drunk. She didn't know how to approach the situation.

Lucius pulled her in closer towards his face, their noses almost touching. His knee rested between her legs, pushing up skirt of night gown. As he talked he'd inconspicuously grind his knee up and down, gently between her legs.

"Don't be scared, Muggle…. Your too… vile for my standards, I'd never touch you. " His lips formed into a half smile, "You will never be good enough for me." There was a deep cruelty to this, even when he had the upper hand he did not want what he had. She was thankful he didn't want to touch her but then what was he doing?

He moved one hand from her arm and gently placed it on her cheek, making sure to slowly run it down to her neck. He rubbed his thumb over the front of her throat. He admired the softness of her skin under his bare hand.

"Do you think you are good enough for me?"

She froze, unsure of what she should say so she remained silent.

Hermione couldn't tell but he seemed slightly displeased with her lack of an answer. He left his hand there for a moment before bringing it down slower. His hands traced her collarbone then ascended lower to the start of her chest.

"Are you scared, Muggle?"

"No."

A maleficent smile come from his lips, he could not help it. "And whys that?"

"Because, you said you would never touch me."

She wasn't wrong, just moments ago he told her that she wasn't good enough. But he didn't accept her to acknowledge answer that way. Lucius became embarrassed again, so he dealt with it the only way he knew how. By slapping Hermione across the face.

"You disgust me. Go finish your work."

Her face stung with pain, it almost felt like it split open. A weep erupted from the young girl. Hermione stumbled backwards towards the door, picking up the bucket she had dropped earlier. She wasted no time and made herself scares.

She thought she was going to be sick, never in her life had anyone touched her like that. Hermione felt oddly flush, the incident left her with a curious imagine in her mind. She felt sick admitting it to herself but in a small way being the sight of attention made her feel important. No, she would not let herself feel this way over this vulgar aristocrat.

Hermione had other things to focus on, like Draco helping her escape. She began to wonder if he was alright. Last time she saw Draco she was unsure if he'd help her or not. He seemed very scared of his father but she knew all he needed was a little time to see he is much stronger than he believed. Hopefully nothing had happened to him and he would come back for her. But she couldn't rely on him completely.

She decided she would keep her original plan in destroying Lucius himself. By god by the time she broke him down he'd be a shell of his former self. This she swore on. She'd get her revenge on him, not just for herself but for Ditzy, Draco, and every other person he's ever hurt, killed or enslaved.

She would deliver them from evil.

-ooo-

Sorry if this chapter seems kinda rushed DX

Im starting to get busy with school, but trust me I have tons of ideas for this story and it will pick up as we go along :P