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The masked Death Eaters had taken all that didn’t manage to escape, this included the golden trio that they blindfolded and gagged. She assumed they were apparated to their next destination whatever it was, she heard both Harry and Ron struggle, she herself tried several times, but was met with a Cruciatus curse.
The pain she could endure, but the screams of the others she could not.
And then they were gone. With a crack she was apparated alongside Malfoy, she knew it was him.
She attempted to headbutt him, but he just tightened his grip. He did not speak to her. After a long walk outside she was taken inside, the floors echoed under their feet.
Once inside he led her downstairs, what felt like several flights, she could feel it being cold and damp here, a cellar perhaps.
Hinges screeched as he opened a door somewhere and pushed her in. She spun and landed hard on a stone floor, she attempted to rise but her hands were bound.
She felt him lift her by the elbow and bring her to what felt like a damn and grimy mattress. She attempted to scream at him, to say something but she could not force it around the gag.
“Granger, relax would you?” He whispered.
She paused only to try to locate where he could be so she could attempt to headbutt him again, but she missed. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, “Stop. I need you to stop.”
She stopped, and after a moment's pause he removed her blindfold.
There he was Draco Malfoy. Several months have passed since she last saw him upon his release from prison, there was colour in his face and it was not so hollow anymore. His hair was clean and freshly cut. He looked handsome, but it was all ruined with the Death Eater robes he wore.
Her eyes were wide at him in disbelief, after all they’ve done for him. He removed her gag and she just breathed, her thoughts running wild.
“How can this be? I thought,... you said…how could you?” she questioned him. His eyes were gentle, his face calm.
“I need you to trust me, Hermione.” He said, searching her eyes.
“Trust you?” She spit back, “ You are ONE of them, you attacked the ministry!”
“I did what I had to!” he spat back. He grabbed her face, his hands were shaking, and he placed his forehead to hers. “I DID what I had to, for you.”
She was shaking her head, and trying to tear away from him, but he kissed her lips hungrily. A muffle cry came from her, but he just kept kissing her. He forced her to open her mouth, to kiss him back and while it was reluctant she did it. His hands travelled down her nape and to her shoulders as he held her closer to him, desperate.
“No” she broke away from his kiss, but he just moved down her jaw, “Stop…”
“I waited…so long.” he paused between his exploration of her neck.
“You hurt me and my friends, and people at the ministry, how dare you speak of what you waited for.” she cried tears rolling down her face, and he suddenly stopped and let out a long breath.
“You always make it so difficult.” He said and faced her, his face now tense, his eyes empty and cold.
“All I ever wanted, was always just out of my grasp, be it power, be it fame, be it acceptance, and now even love. Well now that I have you in my grasp, I am not letting go.” He leaned close to her ear and whispered “Ever.”
A cold shiver ran down her spine, how could she have thought that their letters meant he was a changed man, that he was going to recover from his time as a Death Eater, how could she have been so blind?
He brought her close to his body and held her, resting her head on his chest while she continued to cry from frustration, from fear.
“Shhh, no one can hurt you here, no one can touch you here, you are mine and mine alone.” He cooed, petting her hair, kissing her head.
He was a broken man, and he was going to break her too.