"Ah ha ha! Disgusting little Mud-Blood! Still won't crack?" Draco watched as his aunt tortured his classmate, watched as she screamed in pain. "Maybe you can get something out of her, Draco?"

"We weren't close," Draco whispered, looking at Hermione's arm. Please, don't make me torture her. I don't think I could stomach it.

"'Bout time you step up and become a man Draco, deary," Bellatrix laughed, causing Draco's face to go white. "What do you say, Lucius?"

"If it makes the Mud-Blood crack," Lucius agreed. And with that, Bellatrix's smile got bigger.

"Ha ha! My little nephew gets to become a man!" Draco muted out his aunt and stared down at Hermione. The word written across her arm. Never in his life had Draco seen Hermione so weak, so broken. "Come, grab her. Take her into the bedroom. Information, Draco! That's what this is about! Bring honor to our name!"

Closing the door behind him, Draco stared at Hermione lying on the bed. She already looked like hell, her spirit was broken.

"Malfoy?" She begged, looking up at him. "Please? Don't do this."

Leaning over Hermione, Draco grabbed her arm, her fresh battle wound only inches away from his face.

"That'll never heal right," he whispered, looking at it. "My father used to tell me a Mud-Blood actually bled mud. I had never seen you bleed Granger, what choice did I have but to believe him?" Laying there, Hermione can't help but wait for the pain. She knew the game of torture, act like the friend and then when they least expect it, attack again with more. "Please, relax." Draco couldn't believe his aunt had done this, his father was telling him to do this. Hermione's body didn't relax at all; instead she tensed up more. "Here, Granger, I'll prove I'm not the bad guy." With that he leans in, pressing his lips against the word 'Mud Blood', her scar for life. Whispering something inaudible onto the wound, he picks his head back up. Suddenly, her arm is soothed with a cooling sensation.

"Thank you." She whispered between the tears, "Are you going to-"

"I have to, Granger. If I don't, Auntie Bell will kill me too. We will both die."

Gently, Hermione nods.

"Is this your first?" Hermione nods again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Snape is an Occlumens. He has taught me how to close parts of my mind. I promise, I will try to-" Try to what? I will try to be gentle? I will try to make in seem like we both want this?

"I understand." Hermione whispered, another tear falling down her cheek. Gently, Draco leaned over her.

"Please, don't cry," he whispered, brushing the tear away. "I will try to make all your pain go away." Leaning in, Draco gently sets his lips on Hermione's as he fumbled with his belt.

"Filthy Mud-Blood wouldn't say a word!" Draco snarled, stomping out of the bedroom, holding onto Hermione's arm. Just as he had told her he would, he pushes her onto the floor.

"I don't believe you!" Bellatrix spat at Draco, "She's weak, I have weakened her. She should have spilled everything to you! You just haven't done it right!"

"You don't believe me, bloody check her for yourself!"

"Oh no, I'll do better!" With that, Bellatrix put her wand up to Draco's temple, just as he had expected. "Legilimens," she snarled.

"Malfoy? Please don't do this?" Draco fumbling with his belt, him ripping at Hermione's shirt. Tears streaming down her face, a whimper, a cry out. His stomach laying against hers, a groan in his voice. "TELL ME!" Not a single secret spilled.

"Just as pathetic as the Mud-Blood herself. And you call yourself a Death Eater. Ha!" Bellatrix laughed just as Ron and Harry came running up from the dungeon. Quickly Draco looked down at Hermione, a tear sliding from her eye, not from pain of the still bleeding word on her arm, but from the pain of her first sexual experience. I'm sorry.