A/N: please beware of triggers. Not intended to offend! alot darker than I usually write, but the intention for everything to come good in the end, so please bare with this :-)

FYI: Bath is a city in the county of Somerset in England. It is absolutely beautiful and I could imagine Draco living there :-)


The bindings pinched against her skin as the darkness surrounded her. As she came to, she knew that something was wrong. She was sitting, she knew that much, but she couldn't seem to make out the surroundings of the quiet room she was in.

Blindfolded. She had been blindfolded. Some sort of blackout charm.

Her head hurt and she was sure that she had been out of it for a good few hours. Whoever had stupefied her had made good work of making sure they had remained anonymous. Hermione wondered if anyone from The Order even knew she was here? Had anyone seen her being stunned and kidnapped? Would there be anyone coming for her?

She wiggled her hands within the bindings, her arms around the back of a spindly chair. Nope. They weren't going to budge. She moved her feet, realising that they weren't bound. How peculiar ... she wasn't immobilised from the waist down. It also struck her that she could feel a draft against her skin, which, to her horror, made her think that she was currently sitting there in her underwear.

Plain garments... white. They weren't the most attractive, which she felt glad of in her current predicament as she didn't want some disgusting Voldemort follower looking at her and finding her alluring.

Alarm, panic and shame suddenly rose up inside of her. What type of sick, fucked up and depraved individual would undress a lady before tying them to a chair? All kinds of horrible images rushed through her brain as she tried her bindings again, wishing she hadn't been so stupid as to have been caught mid-fight during a raid. She'd let her guard down momentarily, and would now more than likely be paying for it for the rest of her life.

She heard a noise and her head instantly turned in the direction of it. Hermione used her training to try and take in the subtle noises and use her other senses to dissect the situation. Was the noise a door opening? Was it someone quietly sitting into a seat opposite her? She could most definitely hear clothes rustling, and there was a strong smell of musky vanilla and spearmint within the smell of the otherwise musty room.

"Don't try to assess the situation." She jumped and almost shouted when she heard a voice directly in front of her, but not too close that she felt threatened. "There's no point, you'll only know what I want you to know ... see what I want you to see."

She frowned, a certain tone to the voice that she was familiar with ...

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, still testing her bindings. "You know there's nothing I will tell you. I'll die before you get any information out of me." She spat, feeling anger at the situation suddenly bubbling up inside of her.

She heard a snigger, a scrape of feet and knew her capture had stepped a little closer into the room. "What makes you think I want information?" he asked, sounding curious as his voice was kept low and menacing. "What I want from you has nothing to do with The Order..."

Her blood froze. She recognised the tone in his voice and automatically registered what this man was saying to her. He was going to play with her. Toy, manipulate, possibly even torture her... all for his own sick enjoyment.

Hermione wouldn't be the first, and she wouldn't be the last either. Plenty of resistance fighters had been taken captive By Voldemort's followers. Taken captive and tortured or otherwise just for a Death Eaters enjoyment. Hermione just had to hang on to the hope that she would be rescued before something sinister or life threatening actually happened to her.

She lifted her chin in defiance, hoping that whoever it was caught the look of determination on her face through her blindness. "Do your worst, then..." she told him defensively. "Because nothing you can do will ever break me."

Hermione heard a dark chuckle, before the blackout spell placed on her eyes was suddenly lifted. She squinted to adjust her eyes to her surroundings and take in all of the details all at once; the marble black floor, the mirrored walls, the open black blackout curtains to her left that let in a sliver of sunlight... a small single bed to her right with black bedding. This wasn't the dusty, dank room she had imagined, which surprised her.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

Then her eyes looked for the voice. For him.

The details she could make out were limited, but she could gather that he was tall; his shoulders were wide and framed by a black suit, with a black shirt that was opened to just below the collar, stretching across a lean and chiselled chest. Silver cufflinks glistened when they caught the slightest bit of light within the room, and an expensive watch sat snug on his wrist, emphasising a thick forearm.

Hermione could make out a trim waist with a belt and silver buckle, and smart black trousers that covered thick thighs. Finishing the look were leather shoes that were so clean you could eat your dinner off them. The way the light cast over his body but left his face in the shade reminded her of Belle seeing the Beast for the first time.

There was something familiar about the way he was dressed, the way he stood; strong legs parted, back straight. Confident, self-assured. Everything about him was intense. Dominant. Overwhelming. The aura he emitted draped around Hermione like a cloak, bringing a fever to her skin and made her acutely aware of how small and out of control she felt in that moment.

"I asked you a question." His voice is icy, making Hermione flinch out of the trance she found herself momentarily in.

Her throat went a little dry when she noticed the small, tell-tale flash of blonde hair when he moved in his dominant stance slightly. "I want you to go fuck off and leave me alone." She told him in a smaller voice now, the reality of her situation crashing down on to her. Realising who he was and what was about to happen to her.

He stepped fully out of the shadows now, his wicked grin causing her to shiver and retry her bindings once again. He walked into the middle of the room, his height and broadness almost overwhelming her as she took him in, feeling daunted and overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

"Not before I've had my fun with you, Granger ..." he told her menacingly. "Wouldn't want to waste an opportunity like this ..."

Draco Malfoy had turned into a very cruel, depraved and manipulative man.

And Hermione knew that if she ever got out of there alive then a part of her was going to die inside that room while he kept her there. She would never truly be free again.

"You're disgusting." She spat, trying her best to antagonise him. "You can rape my mind and you can rape my body, but you will never break me or bring me down to your depths ... I am so much more than you will ever be." She shouted angrily and tried so hard to free herself from her bindings, but Malfoy remained unaffected.

He slowly and agonisingly dragged a chair into the middle of the room, putting it directly opposite her, its back was facing her before he straddled it, putting his arms over the back and folding them, giving her a good view of exactly how big his forearms actually were.

That smirk still hadn't moved from his face. "I'm not here to rape you, Granger ..." he told her in a very low toned, his words almost rumbling out of him.

"You can't hurt me." She answered bravely, seeing his eyes twinkling devilishly.

She watched as he stood from his chair and took a smooth step towards her, grabbing her chin, his thumb rubbing over her lips as she tried to pull away from him. He bent himself low so that they were eye level and when he looked at her, she saw nothing but fire and fury. He wrapped one hand in her hair to keep her head still, while he brought his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheeks ... could smell the spearmint.

"Oh no, Granger, I don't want to hurt you ..." His whispered voice wrapped around her, as smooth as Fire whiskey and just as lethal. He was so menacingly close to hers now that his lips grazed the corner of hers, making her eyes flutter shut despite herself as they moved up to her cheekbone, to her ear. "I want to fucking destroy you."


Hermione had been in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day. Malfoy had left her there, still tied to the chair and had not been back since telling her of his depraved intentions. And what did he mean by destroy her? Her blood ran cold at the thought of him getting the better of her ... she had never allowed it to happen before.

The man was someone she had despised since school. Always needing to get the better of each other, always needing to be the one to come out on top. Hermione hadn't seen him since his Aunt had tortured her ... since they'd gotten so close to finding those last Horcrux's ... before everything had started to fall apart.

They hadn't made it on time. Harry hadn't made it on time. And now he was gone, and those that remained to fight had joined the Order and were now outcast within Wizarding society, needing to hide themselves for fear of being found and tortured by Voldemort's followers.

Hermione went on regular patrols, mostly to tend to the injured or to fill in if there was an injured party who couldn't attend. That was the predicament she had found herself in that very night that she had been captured. Wrong place wrong time.

And now she would pay for it.

Hermione was fully aware that Malfoy would have put wards up, silencers and all manner of charms to ensure that she remained hidden, her location would remain unknown. He was ruthless and evil and everything that she despised ... and yet, when she was younger there was part of her that refused to admit it, but admired that about him. Because he always did what he wanted, got what he needed, regardless of the consequences.

Malfoy didn't let people stand in the way of going after what he wanted... and now, for some unfathomable reason, that was her. Or maybe she was wrong? Because he didn't want her. She was pretty sure he hated her. He wanted to own her. Make her just another of his possessions. He wanted the bragging rights of telling his vile little Death Eater friends that he had brought down Hermione Granger.

It wasn't going to happen, no matter what he did to her.

Her eyes shot to the door when she heard it click open. They both stared at each other. The glimmer in his eyes and the cruel twist of his lips told her that he could read her every thought. He walked—no, he prowled towards her and grabbed her chin, his fingers tightening painfully. She bit her tongue to stop the whimper from escaping until she tasted a metallic taste coat her mouth.

He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip roughly as a wicked grin slid onto his face. She looked down to see a droplet of blood coating his thumb. Her blood. His tongue poked out, swiping it away. He grinned as her eyes widened at the gesture.

"Right now, I own you Granger. Every breath is mine, every beat of your heart belongs to me, including the dirty blood flowing through your veins. I'm going to consume every single fucking inch of you." His voice was rough and the hand on her chin was holding her tight.

She watched as his eyes raked over her body, taking in her curves and the modest underwear she was wearing. He felt her shudder against him as her rage consumed her. The outrage of knowing that he could just look at her like this and she was powerless to stop it.

And then he did the unthinkable, to intimidate her.

He dropped his lips to her neck and shoulder, grazing them against her skin and making her squirm as her bindings were unable to let her pull away from him. She felt his travelling down her most sensitive points and tried so hard not to give him a reaction. She would not show weakness. His hand curled further into her hair and tipped her head back, leaving her completely open to him. She didn't want to think about it, but his surprisingly soft lips on her most sensitive spots were not leaving her completely unaffected ... and she hated herself for it.

She closed her eyes to block out the view as she felt Malfoy get down onto his knees in front of her, trying his best to break her, get some sort of reaction from her. She refused to even give him the slightest indication that he was a threat to her. She was not scared of Draco Malfoy and his intimidation tactics.

"Open your eyes." He told her demandingly, his lips leaving her neck.

"Go and fuck yourself." She replied defiantly.

She felt her head being gripped harder and her hair felt as if it was going to be ripped from her skull. She cried in pain and heard his rough voice in her ear again. "I said, open your fucking eyes Granger."

She reluctantly did as she was told, if only to make the pain stop. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him watching her with a malicious look in his eyes. His nose was practically touching hers, and when she felt his free hand grip her right thigh, she started to panic. Her eyes must have given it away, because his next sentence made her rethink the whole situation.

"I told you I'm not here to rape you, Granger ..." his hand parted her thighs and she felt his hips moving forward until he was fully in-between her legs, hers parting widely to accommodate the expanse of him. "I'm going to destroy you until you can't think of anything else but me..."

He brought both hands to rest on her thighs now, and his face was going back to her neck. Hermione couldn't shuffle back or move away from him. She was trapped, completely open to him and any wicked notion that he had in that moment.

Hermione felt his lips first, pressing against her collarbone. She concentrated on the grain of the wood on the door that he had entered through. Concentrated on the Shine of the black tiles of the floor and the villa musk of his aroma. She tried so hard to block out the feeling of his hands making small circles on her thighs, or his lips grazing over the skin of her neck but never quite touching her. She tried really hard to fight the feeling of his hips between her thighs, so close to her most intimate area but not quite applying enough pressure...

Hermione didn't want this. Couldn't want this. She would rather be tortured by some medieval device than be subjected to having Draco Malfoy lay his hands on her and create a different type of torture altogether. This was humiliating ... this served no purpose other than to destroy her resolve and make her shame so unbearable that she would have to live with the notion that Draco Malfoy had been her undoing for the rest of her life.

She pulled back as far as she could, trying to prove the point that he would never really have her, never really destroy the part of her that he wanted to. This time, his hands grabbed her hips and roughly brought them forwards until they were crushed by his own. Hermione's eyes widened as her most sensitive part met his hard one.

"Don't fight this, Granger ..." Malfoy told her harshly, his chest almost flush with hers. "Be a good girl and I promise I won't leave you hanging for too long ..."

Hermione swallowed and looked him in the eyes. What did he mean by that? Leave her hanging literally? Leave her hanging around in this room for months? The connotations were too vast ... he was the master manipulator. The years had obviously hardened him beyond repair since Hogwarts ... eight years was a long time to be around evil people.

When his hand came back up to the back of her neck to bring her completely forward, Hermione felt his whole body up close, all the hardness of his person and then the subtle softness again of his lips lightly pressing against the junction between her neck and shoulder. She could hear his heavy breathing against her skin and she could tell by the way his demeanour was tensed that he was clearly restraining himself from fully inflicting himself upon her.

Hermione felt the trace of his lips across her left shoulder, the hand at her neck lightly massaging the skin there and his free hand seemed to be getting dangerously close to the inside of the top of her thigh. She tried so hard to keep herself still and silent, but when she felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against her collarbone, she bit back a small moan in her throat as her body unwillingly betrayed her.

The betrayal was bitter because Hermione knew deep down that she had always found Draco Malfoy dangerously attractive. The bigoted badboy that she wasn't allowed to think about, and yet... she sometimes did. He was horrible and loathsome and she didn't like him very much ... but in her adolescence, it didn't stop her from touching herself at the thought of him every once in a while. But this ... this was unfounded. This was wrong and they both knew it.

Malfoy must have felt her tense, because his body suddenly moulded closer to hers to keep her in position as his tongue licked the base of her neck and trailed all the way up to below her earlobe., where she shivered at the impact. "I'm going to break you in the worst possible way, Granger..." the hand at the top of her thigh let his fingers whisper over her skin, skimming the seam at the edge of her knickers, so close to her core. "...I'm not going to give you what you want ..." his breath on her ear unwillingly made her heartbeat pick up. "...until you ask me..." his fingers brushed against her clit through her knickers.

A jolt went through her, unexpected and completely unwanted. Malfoy's lips were now assaulting her jaw, neck and earlobe in grazes, licks and nips here and there and Hermione found herself unintentionally leaning into his touch as the hand at her core started to stroke her with intent through her underwear.

"Tell me to stop..." He told her through gritted teeth. She knew he was bating her, trying so hard to get any type of reaction from her.

Hermione was trying so hard to not react to his touch. This was wrong on so many levels. This was not supposed to happen. She was either meeting him head on to do this to prove to him that she could not be beaten, even like this... and then he would have her and win. Or; she was going to beg him to stop and then he would still win...

"Granger..." his tongue flicked her earlobe and she couldn't help but buck instinctively at the feeling, which in turn pushed her pelvis right into the fingers massaging her folds and rubbing her clit in small, gentle circles. She couldn't help the breath that she sucked in through gritted teeth. "...tell me to stop..."

The sensations were new and she tried so hard to dampen them down and not feel them, but she felt fuzzy-headed and lost in the way Malfoy was making her feel, whether she wanted it or not. And yet still... she wouldn't tell him to stop.

His lips were making their way down the front of her neck again now, a wet trail going all of the way down to her chest. Hermione's thighs were shaking under the continuing feel of his fingers playing with her, tormenting the sensitive flesh between her legs. The hand holding her neck clutched at it, making her head snap back to cause her torso to arch slightly, giving Malfoy even more access and giving her new sensations.

Hermione felt the fingers on her clit get a little rougher, causing her to bite her lip, refusing to let out the moan that was building up inside of her. She could feel his stubble against the soft mound of her breast pushing out of the top of her bra as his lips grazed along there softly, making her jump slightly whenever he nipped the area. She knew he was doing it to get her to tell him to stop, to see how much she could take before she ...

Oh, god ...

"Oh..." something was stirring inside of her as she felt him go even harder against her clit. His body was all over her, controlling her and making her hate herself for feeling that familiar feeling rise inside of her ... that one feeling that she never thought Malfoy would ever make her feel ...

Malfoy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. "Don't you dare, Granger..." He told her roughly as his intense gaze bored into her own. "I fucking forbid you to come until I've had enough of you..." Draco caught her cheeks now between the fingers of his free hand and then snapped her head to the side and licked her earlobe, trailing down to her jawline. "...one flutter of those delicious walls of yours and you're going to wish you never opened your legs for me."

Hermione couldn't help the moan that left her throat at his words and her head bent back on its own accord. Partly terrified but partly turned on at the thought of the torture he could physically inflict upon her, whether she wanted it or not.

"And keep quiet." He instructed, surprising her by moving her knickers to the side and suddenly inserting two fingers into her tight passage, making them both hiss. "One more sound out of you and I'll make you regret it..." he nipped at her collarbone and she struggled to bite back the sound in the back of her throat. Draco then grabbed a fistful of her hair again, forcing Hermione to look him dead in the eye. "...don't provoke me."

She was going to explode. The situation had her on a knives edge and she didn't know what to do for the best. She just knew that right now she was heading towards something and it was Draco Malfoy who was taking her there.

She heard him grunt and a reactionary thrust of his hips into her made her feel his erection pressed up against the inside of her left thigh. This in turn pressed his fingers deeper inside of her and she felt her walls starting to clench at his fingers ... she was getting so close, hating what he was doing to her but unable to stop her body from reacting.

And then it was all gone.

His fingers, his lips, his body, his touch. All disappearing as she was so close to ... something. And he was smirking at her with so much self-satisfaction that she did the only thing she could do.

Hermione spat at him. The spray trickled down his cheek and to his chin. Anger exploded within him and before she knew it his hand was round her throat and he was pinning her against the chair roughly, his breath on her face. She had certainly awoken the beast.

His fingers squoze the sides of her neck threateningly. The gleam in his eye was feral. "I'm not going to make you come, Granger ... not until you beg me for it and give into me..." he was practically snarling in her face. "I'm going to break you and make you want my touch over and over ... you were wet for me, Granger... so now I now you're not unaffected by me, I know what kind of reactions I can get from you..." his nose brushed hers as his eyes tore into hers. "... when you do give in, I'm going to have you fucking screaming ... you're going to want my come all inside you ... I'll break you down and spit you out and mark you ..." he smirked at her maliciously. "...I'll ruin you for any other man you fuck ... I'll own you... you'll only think of me and what I can do to you for the rest of your days."

And then he stepped away, wiping his cheek and giving her a disgusted look. "Get a shower... I'll be back later."

When Malfoy closed the door behind him, her bindings disappeared. Her sore arms were free to move, yet she still felt immobile. She couldn't stand the way she felt, the way he had made her feel. He was going to torture her sexually ... and she didn't know how much she would be able to take.