Authors Notes: Never thought I would come back to this story, but I did. Will it continue? That's unknown as of right now since I've started a pretty good roll with Burn it to the Ground. I would love feedback, let me know what you all think. Cheers!

Chapter 5: Obscuro

They call it Stockholm syndrome and post traumatic stress disorder. And you know, I had no free will. I had virtually no free will until I was separated from them for two weeks. -Patty Hearst

To Hermione, hours passed like days, weeks would pass like months. At the end of the day, she held no purpose, nothing to occupy her time, nothing to work for. Everything she had ever loved or cared for was gone. Therefore making her existence useless, unnecessary.

Her and Malfoy began the kind of routine that could only be considered a routine under the grotesque circumstances. Sometimes he wouldn't return for days. Other days he would sit and read at his desk while she was given the privilege of reading some of her own material that was given to her. Some days she found him accompanying her for her meals, or even eating with her.

She found her daily life to be listless, consisting of baths, reading, eating, and plenty of naps. Her and Draco created a silent bond, even through the bickering and endless spankings for her quick mouth. Despite her breaking soul. There was one thing she could fight on this earth, and that thing was Draco Malfoy. One couldn't call it affection, or even respect. But for what it was worth, it was something.

Nothing could fill life, forever with no goal. Not to Hermione Granger.

No one came, No one could save her. The worst part of it was that it was the end of a beginning, a horrible beginning. She was intelligent enough to know that her days were not numbered on this earth, or was her body.

Everything continued in this pattern, Hermione's concept of time begin to blend into darkness, there was only night and day, dark and light. Despite her best efforts, she became comfortable with this pattern. Her fear slowly melted away with Draco's persistent, to, well, not be persistent.

That was until the day Draco Malfoy came storming into the room covered in blood, a look of sheer terror evident in his eyes. Something she had not seen in his calm demeanor for the past few months. He frantically searched the room as if not seeing her. As soon as his eyes landed on her, she knew.

Something was coming, and he was getting ready to make a decision that would decipher life, or death for the both of them. His movement towards the bed were quick and efficient. She raised her voice as she watched him pull out his wand "Malfoy, what are you doing..." but he was on her before she could finish, his wand near her temple.

"Obscuro." he whispered.

Her eyes were bathed in darkness by a rough cloth. At first she began to struggle, as she would usually react when he was in the mood to punish her. Her keening began to take a high pitched quality as he fought her wrists together.

He moved one hand into her curls and pulled her hair back causing her back to arch and brought his lips to her ear. His tone was filled with desperation. "I'm sorry Granger, it's this, or they will take you, you will be theirs to share. For me, it will be death. This time, I won't let you see them, just focus on me." his sudden harsh words caused her struggling to falter, but not cease.

"Play along Granger, please." he begged quietly right before the door slammed back open and multiple footsteps could be heard.

"I knew it! Look at the mudblood, not even a scratch on her." the voice cackled and Hermione began struggling again. "Playing house Malfoy?" she recognized the familiar voice from school, Blaise Zambini. How many people were watching her again? "Let's see a show shall we Draco?" Bellatrix's voice sent shivers down her already trembling spine.

She felt Malfoy push her wrists up with force, pushing them hard against the bed as if to heed warning for her to not fight too hard, just like he did when he spanked her. His bruising grip left her hands soon though, and wrapped around her bare leg. She could feel his fingertips leave painful marks as he hiked her leg around his slender hip. She knew his touch by now, no matter how sexual, or unintentional. It created a sense of normalcy in the obscurity of the situation. She tried to will herself not to cry.

Just breathe.

Draco ripped the dress off her body with one powerful tug. Leaving her bare and exposed. Her first instinct was to cover herself but she remembered the firm grip of Malfoy's hands on her small wrists. The shouts began to get louder when his hands viciously tore her knickers from her hips. He brought his hand down her lower abdomen and cupped her harshly, causing her to cry out and squirm.

Hermione tried to bring herself to a different place, but something inside of her mind wouldn't allow her to flee inside the darkness of her fond memories. She couldn't think of them any longer, her time for mourning had run out with the necessity to survive.

She felt Draco's hands push her bruised legs apart roughly and give her inner things a reassuring squeeze before she heard the sounds of his robes being shifted aside and the sound of his zipper pulling down forcefully.

In the distant parts of her coincidence she heard Bella cackling wildly in excitement and the sounds of glasses clinking together with drunken slurs.

He pushed his full weight on her body to force her down into the sheets. The sensory deprivation made her rudely aware of his breath of her neck and he placed the lightest of kisses right where her shoulder and neck connected before biting down viciously and thrusting into her, causing her to cry out. Her cries were drowned by the loud jeers of other Death Eaters. He gave her about five seconds before pulling out and thrusting back in again. She tried to do what Draco told her and focused her energy on him.

Hermione found her body willing itself to relax, to accept the intrusion. She thought she felt Draco pause and could feel the soft vibration of his growl when Hermione felt herself become wet and his ministrations against her body's will.

This will be over soon...just count away the minutes.

One

Draco pushed her legs back roughly and pushed into her deeper. Her body sinking deeper into the bed with her hips pushed towards his slender hips.

Twenty two

He returned his bruising grip onto her backside and upper thighs making her hiss is pain. His hands were so large in comparison to her tiny frame. The burns of the welts of her backside made her grip his shoulders tightly and move her hands from their place.

Forty six

"The mudblood whore is enjoying herself!" One of the voices cat called. The stench of alcohol could be smelt through the chambers of the room she had come to know as a sanctuary, even in this disgusting world.

Fifty seven

She felt Malfoys strong hands grab onto waist and flip her over onto her knees, her first instinct was to scramble up but Draco planted his palm firmly to her lower back and forced her down, re-entering her with a wet snapping noise. The new position caused her body to shake and she screamed into the mattress.

Seventy nine

His thrusts became quicker and she could tell that the background noise was slowly beginning to fade with the sounds of cheers and conversations leaving the room, becoming bored with the show. The ending being the same wether they stayed or went.

Ninety three

She felt his hand pull away from her lower back and hip and felt an abrupt sting come crashing onto her bottom from the palm of Draco's hand. She cried out and heard Bella, the last of the guests laugh with mirth "Do enjoy the rest of the night with your little slave Draco. Be good." Hermione heard the door slam with a loud bang.

One hundred and seven

His thrusts came to a sudden stop and he pulled himself from inside of her body. She felt him scramble for his wand near the other side of the bed and place it over her eyes, causing the blindfold to disappear.

Her bleary eyes were filled with tears and she blinked them out and collapsed stomach first onto the bed.

One hundred and thirteen

Draco gingerly flipped her limp body onto her back and she opened her eyes and breathed in a harsh breath as if it were her first. His eyes held more emotion than she had ever seen in the months of being under his care. Before she could move onto her elbows his lips came crashing down onto hers. At first she didn't move, but all of the emotions she had been holding in with her enslaved life burst forth. She did the only thing she could do. She stopped counting. She gave in. She embraced the need to survive.

She kissed Draco Malfoy back with everything she had.

He grabbed her hips and pulled back from her mouth roughly. His fingers raked the other parts of her body he could not touch while being watched. His eyes did not leave hers as brushed her nipples causing her to arch towards him. He found her skin to be soft and lovely, now that he could focus on only her. That's when he knew what he wanted, not what was necessary for the both of them.

"Tell me yes Granger." he whispered hoarsely.

Her eyes turned cold and she forced his head to her into another bruising kiss.

"I hate you Draco." she whispered against his mouth.

"Say it Granger." he said.

"Yes."

Authors Notes: Alright guys, continuation?