It just...happened...

Hermione\'s eyes widened as a bony finger made its way down her forearm, and in a moment of utter horrified recognition, she let out an anguished scream of \"NO!\" as the tears slid down her cheeks, inticing Voldemort to no end. She was desperately trying to wrench free from the death hold on her arms.

Snape watched as she struggled, looking to him through teary eyes. She looked to him weakly one final moment, betrayal in her eyes as she uttered a broken, \"Help me..\" barely audible at all. But he heard it.

She was carted off then roughly, as Snape forced himself to look away. He\'d be of no use to Harry and Hermione if he was dead. Certain sacrifices had to be made.

\"NO!\" Harry shouted as soon as Hermione was gone, on primal instinct he jumped at Voldemort, his chains hindering him from going any further than a foot. Harry was furious, \"If you do anything to her, I won\'t give you the prophecy.\"

Voldemort smirked craftily, making his way over to his old DeathEater, patting him o the shoulder reassuringly. \"Why would I need you if I have Severus here, Potter?\"

Harry\'s eyes widened a moment before he could take control of his emotions. Snape offered a grim smirk in Harry\'s direction as Voldemort looked to him. Harry could barely find the words to make a sentence. \"Y-you can\'t...that\'s not fair.\"

Voldemort smirked, looking to Harry, \"Oh can\'t I?\"
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“It’s been too long Albus.” She said defiantly, “We can no longer sit back and wait for Snape to return with Hermione. I fear something has gone terribly wrong.”

“Now Minerva.” Dumbledore said seriously, “We don’t know that for sure, Severu-”

“It’s because of Ron Weasely, Headmaster.” McGongall said roughly, interrupting his useless bantering. “That is why I fear the worst. He’s sick.”

\"Mister Weasely?\" Dumbledore said in a choked voice, \"Sick?\"

He and McGonagall were currently seated in his office after she had rushed in, looking frantic and explaining they needed to speak at once. She was still shaking now as she spoke.

\"Yes Headmaster.\" Minerva said anxiously, \"He\'s sick and...Appears to be mumbling in his sleep. Something about saving Hermione and Harry.\"

\"If what you say about Ron is true then...then we were-\" Dumbledore said, standing behind his desk now, \"We were wrong about?-\"

\"No sir.\" Minerva said distressed, \"Evidently Mister Weasely is no longer the carrier. Either Voldemort has been changed back into his normal form...or it\'s someone else.\"

Dumbledore stood, he walked over to the now crying McGonagall, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as she continued sobbing. They had been sure Ron was the carrier of Voldemort, the strange behavior, the constant slip ups, the mere fact that he was present when Harry had been injured. One evident question remained.

\"Who could it be?\"
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\"Faster Mudblood.\" the DeathEater was saying, grasping Hermione by the shoulder roughly. Moments later they arrived at a large door. It was opened roughly and Hermione was tossed in. Her cheek met the cement in one painful moment, and she quickly leapt back up, holding her cheek and howling. The DeathEater chuckled.

\"We\'ll have someone to get you ready in just a moment.\"

The door slammed and she felt the burning tears cascading down her cheeks in torrents, and she wailed, grasping her cheek and calling for her parents, for Dumbledore, for...Snape.

As if one cue the latter character stepped into the inky blackness, looking to Hermione with true compassion in his usual void eyes. He stalked to her rapidly, sadly followed by two other DeathEaters. He had been sent along with spies.

\"Get up Mudblood.\" he winced as he said it, Hermione stood obediently, not meeting his eyes. Snape felt sick, he was to prepare her for his Master. Not a hard job, but one that was most unpleasant.

He removed her shoes, slowly caressing her ankle without letting the other\'s see. He felt her resist him. He removed her knee socks next, trying to be gentle but appear rough. He heard the whistles behiim aim and looked to her face. It was unreadable. He looked away then, taking a deep breath raising his hands under her skirt, slipping up her shaking thighs for her knickers.

\"You betrayed me.\"

He looked to her in surprise, her voice sounded so harsh, so inhuman. He stood, his hands removed from under her skirt as he did so. The DeathEaters at the door mumbled something among themselves and he knew he had a small window of time to explain.

\"You don\'t understand,\" Snape whispered in her ear, ripping off her school shirt emphatically, a show for the DeathEaters behind them. He couldn\'t help but look at her in just her bra and slip, and internally berate himself for his primitive instincts. He looked away, but not quickly enough.

\"Go ahead and take a good look Professor.\" She said disgustedly, \"It\'s obvious you want me.\" He looked to her in mute shock, she continued, \"But sadly this is your only chance...unless, of course, your into nechrophilia.\"

He winced at the fierce and lurid words, this was not Hermione talking. She pulled away from his death grip, sneering at him with disdain. He didn\'t like the anthatthat flashed in her eyes...she didn\'t understand. Perhaps he should try to explain to her...he leaned closer, whispering.
\"This is the only way out Hermione.\"

\"You know that\'s not true. Professor.\" Hermione muttered back dejectedly, tears dried on her cheeks. She didn\'t meet his eyes, she couldn\'t. She felt his cold hands on her bare arms again and for a moment she didn\'t want to pull away. But she did.

\"You\'re a coward.\"

Snape was about to reply to that when the doors burst open, and in walked a very amorous Voldemort. He eyed the young mudblood eagerly, his fingertips positively tingling. Pure that one. Untainted. Excellent.

Hermione felt her eyes drag to him, as she quaked. Oh God...it\'s really him...save me...someone...anyone... She was shaking fiercely, trying desperately to mask the evident terror she was feeling through her.

She gave one last angrily desperate look to Snape before he looked away med med and made his way back into the growing crowd of DeathEaters. It appeared rape was an appreciated event. Hermione could barely contain the vomit that rose in her throat as she tried to cover her half-naked body with her arms.
\"Donbe abe ashamed.\" came the raspy voice of Voldemort, \"You should be honored.\"

She felt her stomach bottom out, as she viewed him walking towards her. Slow, deliberate strides as he kept eye contact with her. She prayed he would hypnotize her, so that she wouldn\'t have to be with him in true mind.
But of course he wouldn\'t. He enjoyed pain far to immensely.

She didn\'t know why, but she offered a small, \"Please...don\'t.\" as he strode up to her, his movements quick and snakelike. She refused to look at Snape. She wondered if he was going to stay and watch...probably was.

Voldemort\'s advance was expected, no sweet nothings, no cushion to lay her upon...just he, and the cold cement below. He was fiercely cold, and his eyes were bulging in anticipation as his hand trailed over her bare neck, she held back torrid tears.
\"Please...\" she said, trying desperately to come up with a plan. \"Don\'t let them watch.\"
Voldemort chuckled, \"I\'ll do as I wish you mudblood filth.\"

Hermione felt her cheeks burn, she was humiliated and furious. \"Please...Master...\" Voldemort\'s eyebrow went up at this, and so she continued with more ease, \"If we were alone, perhaps I would be more...accepting of certain suggestions.\"

Snape felt his stomach grow tense...surely she was bluffing? Joking? Just what was she trying to do? He viewed her glance in his direction and a horrible thought occurred to him. Was she doing this to get back at him? God...he hoped not.

Voldemort looked to Hermione strangely, his red buggy eyes flashing and then in a sudden flit of his wrist the once so eager DeathEaters were dismissed. Random grumbling sounded from their circle and one by one they left. Snape was the last, lingering as he saw her standing defiantly looking to Voldemort. It pained him to shut the door. But he did.

When finally they were alone Hermione and Voldemort stood looking at each other, Hermione was about to make a run for it when he came closer to her, tangling his hands in her hair. She flinched openly.

\"You said you would be more open.\" Voldemort said venomously, tugging her hair and forcing her face to his. Hermione scowled, and tried to stop the trembling in her knees.

\"I said I would be more open.\" she said angrily, trying to release his hands from her hair, it was starting to pain her so much it made her dizzy, \"But it doesn\'t meanave ave to enjoy it.\"

Voldemort laughed, hand still in her hair, and with fierce possessiveness, he crushed his lips to her thinned ones. She squirmed under his grip, feeling the tension in her stomach grow.

She didn\'t know how he did it, but in a matter of seconds they were on the floor, with him on top of her, obviously aroused. The mere fact of that certain matter was making Hermione increasingly sick and disoriented. The room spun around her, all that was glaringly evident was Voldemort\'s glowing eyes.

He was pressed to her so closely she found it hard to breathe. She squirmed under him, he may have been slight but he was certainly strong. The tears were creeping down the sides of her face as she clawed at him, frantically trying to get him off of her and only one thought could come to her...

Severus...

Voldemort kissed her sloppily on the mouth again, and that tongue snaked in as she grimaced, gagging. She felt her stomach heave as he looked down to her with a sardonic smirk on his thin lips.
\"Don\'t fight it mudblood.\" He rasped in her ear, making her flinch and try even more desperately to pull away, \"It\'ll be much faster if y-\"

If anyone knew Hermione, as many did, they\'d know she was not a woman to be taken advantage of. Hell, she\'d almost defeated the bastard Voldemort...she was resourceful, crafty and when it came down to it, defiant.

This time was no different.

Voldemort hadn\'t even the chance to finish his sentence because in a sudden burst of strength she had kneed him square in the groin, and felt immense gratification as he grasped himself and fell to the ground hissing.

She scrammbled, running to the closed door. Her salvation lay on the other side, and she felt her heart leap. She was sure that the door had been foolishly unguarded and she felt her eyes fill with tears as she viewed her freedom...soon....soon.

Her hand grasped the handle, and was flung open in a desperate lunge. She could almost taste her freedom...

When a heavily cloaked DeathEater appeared in front of her.