A/N- Welcome everyone! My new story has arrived. I don't think it's going to be as long as my past stories, but we'll see. My muse has a habit of coming out to play and making the story longer and more interesting. All I ask is that if this story isn't your cup of tea, or you don't care for the story line, just go about your way. Please don't leave a review telling me you hate my idea or how I portray it. That won't change because, frankly, I'm the one writing it. However, I welcome any and all constructive criticism and encouragement. Thank you ahead of time.

Warning: This first chapter is rough. I got a review along the way complaining I never gave trigger warnings. I feel like life doesn't come with them, but I do understand that some things bother people. This being said, this is a trigger warning for the whole fic. Violence, cursing, sex scenes, character death, and attempted rape. Can't handle it, I completely understand.

Disclaimer: Soul bonds exist in the world of Harry Potter, but this particular one doesn't belong to me or anyone else for that matter. I have borrowed JKR's characters and used them for my own nefarious means.

Chapter 1

April 15, 1998

"Fuck, Harry, the taboo!" Ron's voice recalled Hermione to their current situation. She had still been focused on the information they had learned from Potterwatch. There were popping noises outside of the tent and Hermione knew that their enchantments had all been broken. Her wand came up and shot Harry in the face with a stinging hex. He howled in indignation while she turned her wand to Ron.

Years later, Hermione couldn't tell you exactly what spells she had cast on Ron; she knew that she had used transfiguration on him to alter his appearance, but by the time she was calm enough to actually observe him, they had worn off. The entrance to the tent was blasted open and a half dozen men filed in, wands drawn.

Hermione instantly recognized Fenrir Greyback. She really had no choice but to recognize him because he had siezed her in his bruising grip the second he saw her.

"Who is this pretty little morsel? I don't think the Ministry would be upset to have one less mudblood to look after. I'll just keep you, Lovely, while we deliver your friends." He waved his wand and bound her wrists behind her, the others giving Harry and Ron the same treatment. Hermione knew if she could keep their attention on her, it might buy Harry and Ron enough time to get free.

"I'll do whatever you want, please, just don't hurt my friends." She could feel Greyback hovering next to her ear and even from that distance, she could smell his rancid, rotten breath. It smelled as though he had eaten a dead animal recently and she couldn't help but wonder if he had pieces of it stuck in his teeth.

"Oh, you're going to please me, Lovely, that's absolutely certain. When I get done having you every way I choose, I'll pass you on to the rest of my pack and share my spoils." His tongue snaked out and pressed against her pulse point. He began chuckling.

"So calm and cool to look at. Your pulse tells me how absolutely terrified you are. I love it. Fear motivates a person. The rest of you, get those two to the Ministry and collect our reward." Ron began fighting, screaming that he wouldn't leave her, that they would have to kill him first. Hermione wanted to groan out loud when the head snatcher seemed to actually pay attention.

"Hey, that's Potter's mudblood! We have a redhead here. Seems logical to assume that this ugly fucker is Potter. Bet your Lovely there hexed him." Hermione felt the hand around her arm tighten and spin her around to face him. When she was looking him straight in the eyes, he growled at her.

"You were going to use your muddy pussy to distract me so your friends could escape." Hermione remained silent. Out of nowhere, Greyback backhanded her. She wasn't sure if he had used all if his werewolf strength to do so, but it had felt like it. She went to the floor and Ron started screaming at them again. Greyback gave her a sharp kick to the ribs before speaking.

"Load 'em up. This lot is special. We're taking 'em to Malfoy Manor." Sharp nails raked her scalp as Greyback fisted her hair in his hands and lifted her to her feet.

"Don't worry, Lovely, once they've gotten all the information you have, I'll still have you. You'll regret trying to trick me." She was shoved in the direction of the nameless snatcher and he tied her to Harry and Ron. Both boys tried to comfort her and make sure that she was alright, but they were instantly told to shut their gobs.

The snatchers began to ransack their tent and Hermione had never been more thrilled that she kept absolutely everything packed in her bag unless she needed it in the moment. It would never do if she had gotten complacent and this was just proof she had been correct.

The snatchers found their wireless, a couple blankets, a couple books on wizard history, and the meager remains of their food. They scoffed at the food, tinned beans, but Hermione cringed to see them dumped on the floor.

They had all three been starving for eight months now. A lot of the time, Hermione claimed she wasn't hungry and gave her share to Harry and Ron. She knew it wasn't healthy, but they had more muscle and mass then she did and they needed their strength. Overall, she estimated that she had lost close to two stone from her already slender frame.

The snatcher nodded his head once indicating that they had finished their search and they were ready to go. Greyback roughly grabbed a hold of Hermione's arm and twisted on the spot, taking Ron and Harry with her. The snatchers apparated in right behind them and took hold of Harry's arm to make sure that he wouldn't attempt to run.

The walk up to Malfoy Manor was a long one. Greyback was dragging Hermione faster than she could walk up the gravel drive, causing her to stumble every other step. When they finally reached the door and Greyback knocked, Hermione was out of breath and her knees were scraped.

A diminutive house elf answered the door, trembling in apparent fear. Greyback didn't wait for the elf to speak, just shoved him out of the way and into a wall so he could walk in and drag the Trio along with him.

Lucius Malfoy was the first person to spot them as they entered the drawing room. Bellatrix turned at the gleeful smile on his face, her own smile spreading across her features. Draco was seated next to his mother, eyes wide, features stricken in shock. Bellatrix was the first to speak.

"It's Potter's itty, bitty, mudblood. Wonder if the ugly boy with the swollen face is Potty?" Lucius smirked at his sister-in-law's words.

"We must call the Dark Lord. Even if that isn't Potter and his pet Weasel sidekick, that is most definetly the mudblood. He'll want to question her." Bellatrix was shaking her head.

"No, you're no longer in charge, Lucius. We'll question her first and see if she knows anything. The Dark Lord will be angry if he has to come here and do our work for us." Hermione did the best she could to hide the absolute terror that was coursing through her veins. She had to be strong or the boys would break, that much was a fact. Her worst fears were recognized when Bellatrix's wand slashed at the ties binding her to Harry and Ron.

"I'll keep the mudblood. Take the other two to the dungeons. I'll question them next." Ron instantly started screaming, begging them to take him instead of Hermione. As touched as Hermione was at his show of affection, she wanted to bash her head against the wall. If they weren't certain he was a Weasley before, they were now, which solidified even more that Harry was their third companion.

The pair were hauled off to the dungeons by one of the snatchers. Hermione was shoved into the center of the room, front and center for all those in attendance. Greyback sidled up to Bellatrix and growled in her ear.

"If there's anything left of the mudblood when you're done, I want her. She tried to trick me using her pussy. I'd really like to punish her for that." Bellatrix sneered in Hermione's direction before she smirked at Greyback.

"I'm sure we can work something out."

Hermione was caught completely off guard when the first crucio hit her. It felt like liquid fire in her veins and open flame on her skin. She had no idea how long she screamed under the curse; Hermione had sworn to herself that she would be silent under torture and that had been thrown out the window on the first round. As soon as the curse was lifted and she could think again, she amended that promise to she wouldn't beg her tormentors to let her go.

The second curse came almost instantly after the first and lasted for an undetermined amount of time. Hermione's throat already hurt, felt raw from screaming. She was panting by the time the evil woman lifted the curse.

"Tell me, Mudblood, where is the headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix?" Hermione wanted to snort, but didn't dare. Of all the sensitive information she withheld, Bellatrix had asked the one question she didn't know the answer to. However, she knew she had to anwwer.

"I don't know. The last I knew, it was before Dumbledore died and it was at Grimmauld Place. I haven't attended a single meeting since then." The dark-haired woman swung her hand and backhanded the Gryffindor.

"Liar! Where does the family of weasels live?" Hermione shook her head.

"I can't tell you, I'm not the Secret Keeper." Bellatrix smirked at Hermione's words.

"Greyback, come join us. You can help get information for me." Hermione's heart clenched with fear when she heard her call over Greyback. The werewolf approached, his mouth spread in a semblance of a grin. Hermione was almost certain now that there was rotting flesh caught between his teeth. Hermione turned her head to face away from him, unwilling to look at the werewolf if she didn't have to.

Draco Malfoy's cool grayish silver eyes were staring right back at her. She held his gaze, trying to decipher exactly what the emotion was that was flitting across his features.

Then it was over. Greyback had reached her side to help persuade her to tell the truth. His foot came back and kicked her with the strength of the Hogwarts Express right in her ribs. Hermione not only felt but heard the bones crunching. This pain she was able to suffer in silence. Not so much as a whimper passed her lips even though she was in complete agony.

He kicked her again, this time in her hip, and there was the same crunching of bone. This time, Hermione couldn't hold back the small whine of pain she had been holding back before. Greyback began laughing.

"I felt something break. Muddy Princess here won't be leaving today. However, she seems to be resistant to physical pain. She's definetly felt pain before. Use different means." Hermione prayed the werewolf would just stop talking. There were things in her life that nobody knew, would never know, and she would be damned if Fenrir Greyback would be the one to expose them.

While she had been lost in thought, Hermione hadn't noticed the witch until she sat on top of Hermione's hips, grinding her body weight into the broken bone there.

"What have you been doing on the run with Fuckwit one and two?" Hermione started to struggle, making sure she kept her eyes closed so the witch couldn't use legilimency on her. Bellatrix knew exactly what she was doing and simply laughed.

"Open your eyes, Mudblood. I don't take my answers from your mind, I take them from your pain." Hermione didn't believe her for a second so she kept them clamped closed. It was for this reason that she didn't see the first stab wound coming.

It wasn't terribly deep, just enough to let Hermione know that it was there and that she meant business. However, there was no way she would be revealing their actions while hiding away from the wizarding world.

There were four more stab wounds, varying in depth, peppered along her abdomen. One had gone in her right side completely to the hilt. The others had been aimed specifically, Hermione knew, at her organs. She was quite positive that she had internal bleeding from the wound over her liver.

Bellatrix asked her again about their actions while on the run, but Hermione still refused to answer. Her arm was pinned down to the floor with Bellatrix's knees, and Hermione felt the knife sliding through the skin of her arm like it was butter.

There was so much pain now that this felt like a reprieve. Just a slight sting when the knife would first begin a cut, then just the odd sensation of cool metal in her warmth. Finally, Bellatrix stood and Hermione was able to breathe again. Not well, not deeply, but enough to live. However, her brief moment of happiness ended with Bellatrix's words.

"Tell me where Harry Potter is or I'm going to let Greyback fuck you into the floor any way he likes. We will all watch and cheer on his raping away your innocence. Then Draco will have a turn. Then Lucius. Then all the snatchers."

Hermione couldn't stop the few tears that squeezed out the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let her fear make the decision for her. She was terrified. Rape had been threatened to her before, but she had never lived through it. Her innocence was still intact and no witch wanted to lose it on the drawing room floor of their enemy's house to a bloodthirsty werewolf with an audience. However, that's how it would be for her because she would never give Harry up. She would serve to show others how they could be strong, give Harry and Ron a chance. Most of all, though, she was hoping she would die so she didn't have to suffer the shame of being just another statistic of the war.

"Fuck you, you crazy bitch. You can hurt me, you can break me, and you can humiliate me, but you can do those things because you're nothing. Nothing. I will never give up my friend, so do your worst." There was silence in the room before Bellatrix screeched in fury.

Her wand came up and Hermione was writhing under the Cruciatus again. She had just started to feel the low hum of peace inside her head when it suddenly disappeared. Once the curse was lifted, Hermione realized how close she had just come to insanity. She didn't have time to consider this, however, because the next wave of the dark witch's wand, Hermione's clothes were gone and she lay there naked and bleeding on the drawing room floor.

"Do your worst, Greyback." The men were already cheering around the room, the snatchers anyway. Lucius was smirking, quite obviously enjoying the show already. She turned her head to look at Draco and Narcissa and was surprised by what she found there. Narcissa was still sipping her tea as if she was listening to a lovely description of the latest summer fashions. Hermione's suffering had completely unmoved her. The Gryffindor would like to say that she wasn't surprised, but she was. As a woman, how could she condone this?

Her eyes swung to Draco next and found pain. Surprising and all-encompassing pain. Hermione was unsure why, but she was happy to see that not all of the people on Voldemort's side had lost their humanity. She was drawn away from her speculations about Draco when Greyback approached, wide, lascivious grin on his face.

"Well, Miss Muddy, you'd be better if you had a lot more weight on you, but I suppose this will have to do." He reached down and palmed her breast heavily before his fingers twisted her nipple savagely, illiciting a soft cry from her lips.

Greyback sniffed her bleeding wounds, licking a few, and Hermione couldn't help but shudder at the thought of infection. He seemed to be taking in her figure. Hermione knew she wasn't the prettiest girl out there. Sure, she had a decent figure with a tiny waist and flared hips. Her arse was rounded and fit perfectly in jeans when she had weight on her. Her breasts weren't huge, a low C cup. Right now, though, she felt like she was being looked over as if she was property and she really didn't like it.

Greyback began panting like the mutt he was, getting excited over Hermione wasn't sure what. She was still clueless when the werewolf grasped her knees and spread them wide, pinning them to the floor, putting her pussy on display. Her hip screamed in agony, but Hermiome bit her tongue to remain silent. He bent his head down and licked her pussy from bottom to top several times, becoming more feral each time he did it. When he lifted his head, he gave her an evil grin.

"I don't know what tastes better, your arse hole or your innocence." Hermione could feel the shame creeping up her chest to her cheeks, and tears finally released. They were still silent, but if anyone looked, they were there for the world to see.

Greyback continued to lick her for she didn't know how long. Hermione tried to fight him off, but was fairly ineffective with her broken hip and broken ribs. With growing horror, she realized that there was a faint stirring in her loins. The continued attention to her clitoris was going to make her orgasm against her will. She did everything she could to stop the feeling. Greyback knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yes, Lovely, you're going to show all these people how much you like it when the werewolf licks you. They're going to see this body of yours beg for more, show us the true whore that you are. Give it to me." Hermione had figured his words would stop the feelings coursing through her. This, however, was not the case.

With a final lick, her world came undone around her and for half a second, it was glorious. Then revulsion, self-hatred, and loathing set in. What kind of person was she to enjoy something like this? She was downright despicable and she deserved whatever was coming to her.

Her orgasm was silent, her face impassive, but Greyback knew she had come. He was crowing to the room at large that her pussy had been glorious to watch while it orgasmed. Hot tears of shame coursed down her cheeks. She was so preoccupied with her self-loathing that ar first she didn't see what happened.

Greyback collapsed on top of her, and Hermione was unsure if he was dead or stunned. Bellatrix rushed to pull him off of her, hoping that the werewolf wouldn't crush her captive, she was sure. Out of nowhere, flash of orange light came from nowhere and Bellatrix dropped, screaming in agony.

It was pandemonium. Even though Greyback easily weighed three times what Hermione did, she managed to wiggle her way out from underneath him. When she met the scene, somewhat upright, she was astounded.

Bellatrix was still writhing on the floor and Draco Malfoy was standing above her, wand extended, concentration on his features. The snatchers were trying to curse the blond, but Lucius and Narcissa were shielding him. After what seemed an eternity, Draco lifted the curse and rushed to her side. His hands gently touched the side of her face, cupping it softly.

"I'm sorry I didn't have a clear shot sooner." Before she could respond, blood spattered all over her. Draco was slumping to the ground in front of her, several cuts in his torso and abdomen. Bellatrix was behind him, her wand extended, smile gracing her features.

"That's the last mistake you'll ever make, nephew."

The pandemonium only continued.

Narcissa began screaming, trying to rush to Draco's side, but Bellatrix swung her wand around to land on her sister. Before she could officially threaten her, the door to the cellar blew open and Harry and Ron rushed in, wands blazing.

Ron had always been a bit slower on reading situations, but Harry was always spot on. His wand turned towards Bellatrix, realizing she was the biggest threat, and a jet of green light shot out of his wand. Bellatrix was struck in the abdomen and fell to the floor with a thud, silent and unmoving. Lucius and Narcissa were still fighting off the snatchers, so Harry rushed to Hermione's side.

"Fucking sweet Merlin, 'Mi, oh my god, what do I do? 'Mi, what do I do?" Draco's voice came from next to her as Ron came rushing forward. His eyes traveled the expanse of her body and Hermione felt dirty all over again.

"Button." An elf appeared and she was instantly distressed at seeing her master in the state he was in.

"Take them away, wherever they want, Button. Stay with them, it won't be safe for you here. If you feel my bond with you die, you are to serve Hermione Granger. Protect her." The small elf nodded, tears running down her face. Hermione was about to protest, but she was cut off by Narcissa.

"If you're going, get out now while you can. He's coming. Take Draco with you, it isn't safe for him here." Button needed no further instruction. She grasped Draco's hand in hers, along with Hermione's, gestured for Harry and Ron to cop hold, then twisted on the spot.

It was obvious they hadn't gone far. Malfoy Manor was still visible in the distance. Button looked to everyone, fear in her eyes.

"Button isn't knowing where to takes Master Draco and Hermione Granger." It was Ron that spoke.

"Take us to Shell Cottage, just outside of Tinsworth." Without a second thought, the elf pulled them into apparition a second time.

When they landed on the beach, Hermione groaned in pain as her broken bones protested. She was still naked and Draco was bleeding all over her now, as much as she was on him. She met his eyes and he gave her a small smile.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize your blood is just like mine." His eyes were losing focus as he reached in his pocket and handed her her wand and her beaded bag.

"To make up for..." He didn't get to finish the sentence because his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth went slack. Harry shook her shoulder and she couldn't help a small whimper of pain.

"Heal him, 'Mi, he's about to die. You're the only one that Snape taught the counter to sectumsempra to. You have to heal him." Hermione nodded wearily. She was so exhausted she could barely see straight, not to mention light-headed from the blood loss.

Harry helped her scoot towards Draco so she could lean her left arm down on his abdomen, halfway holding herself up. Her right hand began casting, tracing their way along his wounds, leaving them sealed in her wake. Hermione could feel the tingle of magic run through her at the same time that Draco gasped and sat bolt upright. His hand shot forward and gripped her face, making her eyes meet his. His voice was off somehow, but Hermione chalked it up to being at death's door.

"Animae meae anima tua. Sinum unum sumus." Hermione reached out and laid her hand on his chest above his heart.

"Animae meae anima tua. Sinum unum sumus." A rainbow of light erupted from them and circled them several times before finally dissipating into the evening air.

When the evening was quiet again, there were shouts off in the distance. Bill and Fleur Weasley were rushing to their place on the beach, terror on their faces. When Harry realized who it was, he seemed to remember that Hermione was completely naked. He waved his wand and conjured her a blanket, dropping it around her shoulders softly.

Bill and Fleur came skidding to a halt next to them and dropped to their knees among the four teens.

"You have to get inside the wards. It isn't safe out here." Button snorted behind them.

"You thinks Button would allow harms to come to her Master and Mistress?" Fleur looked intrigued, but said nothing. Bill seemed to be oblivious to what was going on around them, he was focused solely on returning them to the wards.

Hermione tried to stand, but she was unable to bear weight very well on her hip. Bill reached down and scooped her off the ground, making sure her blanket still covered her modesty. Harry helped Draco stand, who then made his way proudly, if not slowly, by himself to follow after Bill and Hermione. Fleur followed after, clucking after Harry and Ron softly.

Hermione had never been to Shell Cottage and even through everything, she could admit that it was lovely. Bill wound his way through the rooms and up the stairs until he came to an empty room. Hermione was a little perplexed to see Mr. Ollivander and a goblin sharing one of the spare rooms.

Bill carefully laid her on the queen bed in a bright and airy room. Hermione clutched the blanket tighter around her as the others filed into the room. Hermione didn't want to face any of them. They didn't know what had been done to her and that she deserved the pain she was in. It seemed like she was in a bubble as she heard Fleur order everyone out.

"Everyone get out. I must heal her." The boys all filed out of the room and Hermione refused to meet any of their gazes. When it was just Hermione and Fleur, the veela tried to get her to speak.

"Hermione, you must tell me where you are injured." Nothing in response. She tried again.

"Hermione, please, you must let me know where you're hurting." Hermiome wasn't listening. She was listening to Harry and Ron scream at Draco outside her door. She couldn't quite make out their words, but she was interested in what was being said. Fleur sighed and yanked the door open.

"Who saw what they did to her? She's refusing to speak. I'm not a healer so I need a little direction." The Gryffindor could hear Ron from inside the room.

"The filthy Death Eater is the only one who saw what happened to her. She was naked so he probably took a turn." Hermione could hear the anger in Ron's voice and she couldn't stop the few tears from falling at his words. Everyone was going to know what happened to her. She sighed. She had wanted everyone to think she was strong and now she wanted them to know nothing. It didn't make much sense, even to her.

"I didn't touch her. I saved her as quick as I could. I had to wait until my aunt wasn't looking my direction. As soon as she was focused on Greyback, I saved her." Fleur grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him into the room.

"Tell me what's wrong with her. She's shut down." Hermione knew that the veela was right. She hoped that they would at least shut the door before they started discussing her injuries. No such luck. Harry, Ron, and Bill gathered around the doorway as Draco began.

"Greyback broke a lot of her ribs. He kicked her in the hip and I suspect it's broken as well. She had the Cruciatus cast on her several times. Bellatrix backhanded her a couple times I think and used her knife. She stabbed her in the abdomen five or six times, some pretty deep. She might have gone deep enough to hit her organs. She cut the word 'mudblood' into her arm. Greyback twisted her nipple pretty hard. Then he, umm...he licked her down there until she came in front of everyone." Hermione could see everyone looking at her with varying degrees of pity and horror. Hermione didn't blame them. She was horrified with herself. Ron was the first to break the silence.

"She came to Greyback's filthy tongue? How could she like it? I don't understand." Draco spun and shoved her friend in his chest.

"Shut the fuck up, Weasel. It's apparent you don't understand. Hermione couldn't control her body anymore than you could control it if Blondie there grabbed your cock in front of your brother. You'd still get hard and you'd still come if she decided to put forth the effort. That animal had her knees shoved into the ground and was forcing her. She fought like mad, but her hip is broken. She had been stabbed. Get over your own hurt feelings and care about what matters, and that's her." The rest of the room was silent and Hermione wanted to thank Merlin over and over for the small miracle. Finally, Harry broke the silence.

"She tried to distract Greyback, promised him she'd do whatever he wanted if they didn't harm us. It would have worked if one of the snatchers hadn't recognized her. He backhanded her really hard then. She might have broken bones in her face." Fleur nodded and moved to shut them out of the room. Hermione knew she was going to be alone and she really didn't want to be alone for her healing.

Instead, her hand shot out and grabbed the first person that she could reach, holding fast to their hand. Draco's other hand came to rest on her forehead.

"You want me to stay?" She didn't answer. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and willed the tears not to fall. His thumb rubbed over the top of her knuckles and she couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice.

"I will not leave you, mon coeur." Fleur head shot up and gazed at him, but said nothing.

Draco sat on the bed next to her and held her hand in his. She could hear Harry and Ron talking loudly outside the door, but she paid them no mind. She was laid out naked again and Fleur was passing her wand over her wounds. The Gryffindor faintly remembered drinking several potions before she felt herself fighting not to fall asleep. Draco finally bent down to whisper to her.

"Go to sleep, Hermione. Everything will look better in the morning." She wanted to do nothing more than she wanted to sleep. Hermione clutched his hand tighter, burrowed her head into the pillow, and let sleep pull her under.

A/N- Omg, that was the hardest chapter I've ever had to write in my life. I hate rape scenes, but I really needed the trauma to be real. I'm sorry for those that can't hang with the fic, I understand. I read very few rape fics. Anyways, chapter one is in the books. Let me know what y'all think.

*Animae meae anima tua. Sinum unum sumas = My soul is your soul. Together we are one.

*Mon Coeur = My heart.

Love,

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