Chapter 16

"Damn Snape," Ron muttered as he and Hermione walked back to Gryffindor Tower. "I mean, Harry�s finally getting better, and we finally get to talk to him, and what happens? The greasy git throws us out!"

Hermione wasn�t paying much attention. Her stomach was acting up again. It had been doing that for a while - ever since the last battle, now that she thought about it - and it was really starting to worry her. Adding that to the hot flashes and the mood swings�Hermione stopped short as her eyes widened in horror. No�it couldn�t be�

"Ginny!" Ron screamed, throwing himself into the fray without a second thought.

"No! Ron!" Hermione called out desperately. She couldn�t see him among the mob of people surrounding her, and she had no idea where Harry was, either. Her wand drawn, she was about to hurry forward when someone grabbed her by the hair and roughly pulled her back.

"Oh, no, you�re not going anywhere, you little mudblood," a voice hissed in her ear, snatching away her wand and binding her with a quick spell.

"Hermione? Are you alright?" Ron was asking her. She shook her head to clear it before looking up at her boyfriend. She swallowed hard and felt a few tears escape her eyes. Ron would never forgive her�

The Three Broomsticks was mostly deserted. Madam Rosmerta, the rest of the staff, and the patrons had all fled in terror the moment the Dark Mark was shot into the sky. The only ones left were Hermione, her captor, and another hooded figure.

"Isn�t this Potter�s little tramp?" her captor asked.

"I do believe so, old friend," the other man replied silkily. "This should be quite enjoyable." He turned to his companion. "Remove your mask. She should see who will be defiling her."

Her captor removed his mask - Oh, God. Macnair. He smirked down at her wickedly. "I bet she�s a virgin, too," he said, running a hand up her thigh before turning back to his partner. "Say, aren�t you going to remove your mask?"

"I suppose," the other sighed, sliding his mask off to reveal the smirking face and platinum locks of Lucius Malfoy. He looked down at her. "We�re going to make you scream, little girl." Hermione already wished she was dead.

"�Mione? �Mione, what�s wrong?" she heard Ron ask in a panicked whisper as she sank to her knees and sobbed. She felt like she was going to be sick.

"Come on, Malfoy! I want a go!" Macnair complained.

"Shut up and wait your turn!" Malfoy growled. He was pounding into Hermione from behind, his hand grasping her hair as he yanked her head back. "How does it feel, Mudblood?" he hissed. "How does it feel to be defiled? How does it feel to become my own personal whore?" He growled deep in his throat as he shot his seed deep into her abused passage. "How does it feel to lose your virginity to a Malfoy, Mudblood?" he hissed in her ear.

"Come on, I�ll get you to the Infirmary," Ron insisted after she had thoroughly emptied the contents of her stomach on the stone floor. She just shook her head and went on sobbing.

"Now make sure you watch the teeth, girlie, or you�ll be paying for it later," Macnair was saying as he thrust into Hermione�s mouth. She felt his dick slide down her throat and choked. "That�s a good girl," he muttered as he pulled out, then thrust back in.

Suddenly, she heard someone throw a curse at Macnair, and his dick slid out of her mouth as he fell to the floor.

"Draco! What do you think you�re doing?!" she heard Lucius yell as he scrambled for his wand.

"Accio wand!" Draco summoned his father�s wand to him before the older man could reach it and tutted. "Now, Father, I thought you taught me to be cautious, and here you are, leaving your wand carelessly lying about. I�m so ashamed."

Lucius fumed. "Draco, give me back my wand," he demanded.

"No, I don�t think I will," Draco replied, twirling it between his fingers.

Lucius growled and lunged at his son, but Draco quickly cast a full body bind on the older man, and he fell to the floor before he could take two steps. Draco shook his head and rolled the man onto his back.

"I�m sorry, Daddy," he said, brushing a lock of hair out of the furious Lucius�s face, "but you�ve disgraced the Malfoy name. Honestly, raping a child? I thought you had more honor than that." He gently kissed his father on the cheek. "I�m so sorry, Daddy," he whispered as a tear fell from his eye to splatter onto Lucius�s cheek. "I only do this because I love you." And with that, Draco stood, pointed Lucius�s own wand directly at him, and said the two most damning words in all the wizarding world. There was a flash of green light and Hermione�s heart froze.

Draco Malfoy had just killed his own father.

Hermione had curled herself into a little ball on the floor, still sobbing. Ron was at a loss. What did he say? What was he supposed to do?

Malfoy wiped the tears out of his eyes before walking over and kicking Macnair�s unconscious body. Sticking out of his robes was half of a broken wand - probably Hermione�s. "Stupid bastard," he muttered, then grabbed Macnair�s wand as well. Finally, he turned to Hermione. Her robes were torn, and she was covered with red welts which would certainly become some rather nasty bruises if left to their own devices. He broke the spell on her that prevented her from moving, and she promptly collapsed, weeping.

Malfoy sidled up beside her, an expression of extreme discomfort on his face. "Here," he muttered, handing her his own wand. She looked up at him in confusion. He sighed.

"I found your wand on Macnair. It was snapped in two. You�re obviously going to need a wand if you want to make it back to Hogwarts alive, and mine is the only one that has never cast an Unforgivable. If they check it, you can�t get into any trouble," he explained. Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes. "Just take it!" he barked and shoved the wand into her hand. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Malfoy...Draco. You can�t tell anyone about this. Please. No one can know. I don�t want them to know that I was...that the Death Eaters..." She broke off sniffling.

Malfoy frowned, then offered her a hand up. "I won�t say anything," he promised.

Hermione�s crying began to subside just as Professor McGonagall spotted the two seventh-years. She hurried over and assisted Ron in hauling Hermione up and walking her to the hospital wing.