-WARNING: RAPE SCENE-

The Underworld went into chaos after Draco dismissed everyone from the hall. The echo of metal upon metal as the Underworld's best metal smiths, which were a lot, went to work and the orange glow that they gave off gave everyone hope. The woman even started to join the men in preparation for the battle.

In the palace, however everyone was getting battle ready. Draco was outside with Antonius practicing with their swords and as Hermione looked out upon them, all she could see was the dark swirl of Draco's cape. Finally, the whirlwind came to a stop and Hermione observed that Draco had pinned Antonius beneath him, his sword pointed at Antonius' grey throat. Hermione smiled and she began to clap. Draco smiled as he looked up at Hermione and made a mock bow.

"Thank you, my lady," and she bowed her head.

Antonius got up from the floor and, after dusting himself off, bowed to Hermione, "My lady."

"Antonius, perfect," Hermione said with her smile still on her face, "Could you go and fetch Lavender for me? I do not understand how to put my armor on," she giggled slightly.

Antonius bowed to her, "Of course, my lady," and he was gone in a swirl of yellow.

Hermione walked over to her King, "I hope you don't mind if I stole him away for a little bit?"

Draco smiled, "Of course not," he wrapped his arms around her waist and bent in low to steal kiss. But she shifted out of the way causing him to pout.
"Tsk tsk," Hermione mocked, "Not so fast, my King," she brought her arms around his neck and brought him in close," A hug first," she whispered in his ear, "A kiss," she brought her lips close to his barely touching, "For later," and she jumped out of his arms causing him to burst into laughter.

"Alright, tease," he said in a childish voice, "But, I am warning you now, my Queen, you are in for it later," and that warning had her feeling hot and sent her core pulsing.

"You called, my lady," Lavender's voice came from behind her and Hermione smiled as she turned around.

"Yes," she said, "I need help putting my armor on," and as Hermione walked out of the throne, she could feel Draco's eyes on her.

She and Lavender walked through the dark halls that were now Hermione's home. Gone was the feeling of dread that she felt when she first came here and in its place was light. She smiled lightly as they walked into the chamber she now shared with Draco. Hermione stood in the middle of the room and began to strip herself of her clothes.

"Thank you, Lavender," Hermione said to her servant as Lavender went to grab her armor undergarments, which were thin pieces of cloth, "For everything. You were right in the end; I have learned to accept this place as my home."

Lavender turned and smiled, "Your welcome, my lady," and she gave the fabric to Hermione who pinned it in its place. Lavender then next went over to grab the hard metal armor that was molded perfectly to Hermione's body. Lavender sighed.

"What's the matter, Lavender?" Hermione asked, complete worry in her voice.

"Just thinking about my past," Lavender said as she stared down at the curves in the metal.

"Would you like to tell me?" Hermione asked, "I know you don't like to talk about it but it helps."

Lavender sighed once more, "I guess you have the right to know now," and Lavender looked up into Queen Hermione's eyes, "You better sit down, my lady," and so Lavender began her story.

The wind was soft in her dirty blonde hair but the wind carried with it the heavy smell of sweat, blood, and fear. She wasn't surprised though, they were in the midst of a battle. Quickly, Lavender made her way through the doors which led into her mistress and master's room as one of the nearby temples exploded in fire nearby. She winced and said a quick prayer to King Harry (Zeus) to send those who disgraced the temple to the deepest parts of the Underworld.

"My lady," Lavender called out to her mistress but found that the house was empty. Had they left her? She thought which caused her mind to fill with sadness, anger, and fear. A lone servant girl was not what a normal Trojan would want in a time of war like this.

Suddenly from behind her, Lavender saw the door burst open and in stepped a large man, one that made Lavender tremble with fear. The man was obviously a Spartan due to how muscular he was, his sculpted chest protected by a heavy sheet of metal. He was covered in sweat and blood, his sword dripping crimson liquid onto her mistress's new floors. The man had a semi-thick beard upon his chin and a good tuff of dark hair upon his head. It was his eyes though that made Lavender tremble with fear for they were black and empty as if his soul never was there to begin with. The man charged at her, ripping off his metal armor quickly to the floor with a loud clang. He gripped her arms and threw her onto her mistress's bed. Lavender then realized what was going to happen to her.

"No!" she screamed as she tried to kick the man away but he was so much stronger than her.

The man just chuckled and he tied her hands behind her back with a piece of ripped cloth he found nearby. She screamed at him to stop what he was doing and that she would go with him willingly but he still did not listen. His large hands roamed down Lavender's sides and she tried to roll away from him causing the man to grab hold of her and ripping her chlamys around her thighs. She screamed louder but this time for help, hoping that some of her kinsmen were nearby.

The man forcefully grabbed her chin so she looked at him, "No one is coming for you, my kitten," she noticed that he had overly sharp teeth, like a wolf, even his breath smelled like one, "You can scream all you want and no one will hear you," the man chuckled, "I order you to scream, kitten. Scream as I take you," and he let go of her chin, tears streaming down her face.

The man's hands made his way down her sides again, coming to stop at her breast where he pulled at her nipples. She screamed at him to stop, her heart refusing to believe his words. She though couldn't stop her body's reaction to his treatment of her and she arched slightly into him, "Who are you?" she growled.

The man came to a stop and he looked at her, "Fenrir Greyback but you will call me master, understand?" and before she could answer, his hands continued down to her hips.

"Stop," she sobbed over and over again, her legs trying to get out from under his.

Fenrir grasper her thighs and pulled them apart baring her to him. He growled as he pulled his thick erection from his uniform. He collapsed on top of her, squeezing her beneath him, and rubbed the tip of his erection against her entrance, "Scream for me," he growled so lowly in her ear that it almost sounded unhuman and entered her breaking her maidenhood.

Lavender screamed as pain overtook her maiden tunnel which was not use to being attacked like this. Fenrir moved fast, in and out of her, not even waiting for her to adjust to him. He groaned as he felt her blood lubricate his erection making the traction along her walls easier. Faster and faster he moved and Lavender's screams turned to moans and whimpers as her body took over, the pleasure slowly building.

"No," Lavender moaned, tears streaming down her face.

Fenrir growled against her ear, taking the earlobe in his mouth and biting it, "You don't mean that, my kitten. You love it, don't you?" his hips were now like a piston against her and his breath was coming short, "You…," he panted, "Love me… deep inside you… don't you?"

"No," Lavender moaned as her hips moved with his, tears like a waterfall against her cheeks. Finally, the rubber band snapped for both of them and her walls contracted around his erection. His seed shot up into her womb and he collapsed against her, "No," Lavender whimpered against him, her body exhausted from the attack on it.

Fenrir kissed her on her neck, "You're mine, you understand? I'll come back for you and when I do, you will come with me," he moved out of her and was gone from her vision.

Lavender began to cry and she curled up into a ball, her body so terribly sore. Slowly, she felt herself drift into a numb like state, like she was somewhere between sleeping and wide awake. She felt like she was flying, the wind blowing through her fingers as easily as water and she never felt so free in her life.

"Fenrir came back for me that night after he was done fighting," Lavender said, tears carving into her cheeks, "But he only found my dead body."

"Oh, Lavender," Hermione said, her voice laced with tears.

"I learned later on that I wasn't the first time Fenrir had done something like this," Lavender said as she continued to stare at her reflection in the armor, "He had many women in his life, all varying from conquests to volunteers to even girls who believed they loved him. He never had a wife but he did have many children," Lavender finally looked up into Hermione's eyes which were just as wet as Lavender's own, "That is why I fight for your side, my lady. The gods on Hogwarts did nothing for me, no matter how hard I prayed or sacrificed for them. King Draco was the only one and for that, I am in his debt."

Hermione nodded and stood up, her arms opened wide. Lavender accepted the hug with a smile of happiness, "I am so sorry, Lavender. Nobody deserves what you went through," she paused before going on, "I thank you for telling me. I know it must have been hard," Lavender nodded and the two women let go of each other.

Lavender smiled at Hermione and picked up the metal armor, "Here's your armor, my lady," and Hermione grabbed it from her with a small smile.

"Thank you, Lavender," Hermione said as she held the front plate against her breast and Lavender picked up the back piece, "I hope we can be best friends now," Hermione said as Lavender tied the two metal pieces together, holding Hermione's body inside.

"I hope so too," Lavender said as she finished tying them. Then she picked up the heavy metal and leather skirt and handed it to Hermione who tied it around her waist.

"Well, how about we start with some questions?" Hermione said as she finished tying the leather strings of her skirt, "What's your favorite animal?"

"I always had a sort of weakness of rabbits," Lavender said as she grabbed the leather straps which will later hold her weapons.

Hermione giggled, "They are pretty cute."

"What about you, my lady?" Lavender asked as she braided Hermione's hair down her back.

"I love the otters and ferrets and such," Hermione said, "There's just something about them."

Lavender giggled, "I agree, my lady," and Lavender backed off of Hermione, "You are done, my lady."

Hermione looked at herself in the reflective pan before her and smiled, "You have done beautifully again, Lavender," Hermione said and as she walked to the door, she asked Lavender one more question, "Will you be joining us in battle, Lavender?"

Lavender smiled a hidden smirk within it, "Of course I will, my lady. Revenge, I've heard, is always better served hot."

Hermione laughed, "That it is, Lavender, that it is," and she exited the room, a smile on her face.