With Me

'I don't love you,

Like I loved you,

Yesterday'

I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance

Trigger Warning: Graphic sex scenes, implied abuse, rape/non-consensual sex. Please note the chapters will get darker each time.

5th October 1998, Lambeth House For Troubled Girls, Unknown Island

"Up, up, everyone up NOW" screeched the high-pitched voice belonging to Alecto Carrow, her pinched face showed her stress. Tonight, the doors would open at seven and then well…

Brown eyes drifted to the small ticking clock on the bare wall, noting that it read 6am, she stretched, sighing at the cracking sound her joints made. The beds they stayed in were small, too small to be comfortable. She sat carefully, ignoring the ache in her lower back as Madame Carrow passed her a small bowl half full of unappetising porridge. Hermione supposed the one good thing about falling pregnant was the standards of living improved drastically, you received your own room with a double bed, had access to books, got better food rations and new clothing. Anything to make sure the child was born healthy and magical.

"Girls, you have a long day ahead of you and you need to be ready".

The sharp tone reminded them that Madame Carrow was not a patient woman by any means, they had all been under her cruciatus curse at some point and it had been brutal, although Hermione was adamant Lestrange's had been more painful. Hermione watched as Madame Carrow updated the list at the bottom of each bed, her sharp pointy teeth revealed by her smug smile. As Madame Carrow approached Hermione, she slipped the potion from her deep pockets, handing it to Hermione to drink. She was used to the bitter taste, cringing as the potion burnt her throat on its way down. Hermione knew the potion was necessary, something that would have to be taken daily to deal with the side effects of the prolonged cruciatus curse Lestrange had placed her under. Madame Carrow had made it clear that she was expected to take it, after all, it wouldn't do for a client to be 'put off her'.

A bustle of house elves entered the room, each of them approaching a girl with toiletries and clean clothes, each appointed to make sure their 'girl' was as attractive as possible. After all, if a girl wasn't chosen, it was Madame Carrow who lost out on earning.

"Weasley", Madame Carrow's nasally tone rang out, "my dearest brother has requested you. He asked me to tell you that he regretted letting you escape him at Hogwarts and that he will be making up for it this evening".

Ginny's face whitened, her eyes dropping to her sheets. Although Hermione had not been at Hogwarts, she had heard about the Carrows' punishments on students, so she knew that Ginny would be in for a rough night. Hermione watched Madame Carrow leave before springing from her bed and taking Ginny in her arms, rocking her as she sobbed.

"Mione, I'm so scared" the redhead wailed, her grip tightening on the girl she viewed as an older sister. The house elves flailed around in discomfort as they stared at the emotional women.

"Gin, we're all scared but you'll be fine. I promise. He is not allowed to cause any permanent damage. If I were you, I would just close your eyes and imagine you are somewhere else".

"I…I just wish Harry was here".

"So, do I" whispered Hermione, kissing the top of Ginny's head, her eyes brimming with tears at the thought of her fallen best friend.

"You two need to get ready. If Madame sees that you aren't cooperating, we will all be punished" snapped Lavender, stripping off her shift and climbing unashamedly into the hot bath that had been drawn for her by Flippy, the elf.

Hermione sighed heavily, Lavender was right. Madame Carrow would be angry. She pulled the cotton nightdress off of her thin body, shielding the majority of her body with it as she slipped into the bath. The hot water soothed her sore limbs and she relaxed, inhaling the comforting smell of lavender. She knew that Carrow had specifically chosen lavender for its psychological effect of calming an individual, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was going to survive tonight by any means necessary and if that meant closing her eyes and pretending she was with someone else then she was going to do that. She just needed to get through the night.

XX

5th October 1998, Lambeth House For Troubled Girls, Unknown Island,

The smell of cigarette smoke washed over Hermione, reminding her of times long ago, when she was little, and she would sit on her grandad's knee while he read her stories of King Arthur and his knights. It was her grandfather who had fostered her love of books. She could picture him now, all kind smiles and gentle copper eyes surrounded by deep lines. The smell of his sweaters had always brought her comfort; the smell of cigarettes and parchment from the bookshop where he worked. He had always told Hermione she was special, that she would do great things, but he had passed away before she had received her acceptance letter into Hogwarts. She wondered what he would think of her unimportant existence now. She shook her head softly, he would probably be ashamed that she didn't fight, that she accepted this meagre life. His favourite book had been Victor Hugo's Les Misérables after all, his greatest belief being that change could happen if you wanted it enough. Enjolras, Marius and Grantaire never had to fight Voldemort though, she chuckled darkly to herself, stretching on the plush bed.

Her hooded eyes flickered to the clock above the door, noting the time. Now she was not enthralled in her own musings, she could hear the cold laughter and clunking of coins from the hallway. The 'clients' were obviously in the building. She shivered, drawing up from her position onto the bed and standing by the large barred window. She heard the key turn in the door and the awful squeaking as the heavy iron door opened but still she refused to turn, her nails biting into her palm.

"This is our premium girl. Potter's whore and the supposed brain of the 'Golden Trio'" Carrow's voice barely hid her amusement as she ushered the 'gentleman' into the chamber.

Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet, to keep from screaming how Harry was her friend, her best friend and nothing more, to sob about how unfair it was that he died, and she lived. She heard them exchange coins behind her, wryly sneering at how high her price was considering to them she was a dirty mudblood. She waited for Carrow to take his wand and close the door, desperate to get this over and done with.

"Well, well, Granger. Don't you find yourself in a difficult situation?" the heavily accented voice drawled.

Hermione gasped in recognition, spinning round to come face to face with the tall death eater. He hadn't changed at all since she had last seen him, when she had obliviated him in that little cafe, his eyes were deep blue like the ocean, wild and unpredictable. He dwarfed her, a massive 6'3 to her tiny 5'4 and he was heavily muscled. His blonde hair was loose with two warrior braids plaited either side.

"Rowle, I didn't expect you to be one for legalised rape".

He laughed loudly, his voice echoing around the small chamber, reaching out and brushing a loose curl away from her thin face.

"It's not rape darling. I'm paying for a service which you are providing. The Dark Lord wishes for his loyal followers to be rewarded and for the magical community to expand".

"It's rape and you know it, Rowle. Do you honestly think I would sleep with you if I wasn't being forced?" she scowled at him, however he justified it to himself, she knew it wasn't right.

His eyes admired her body, drinking her in greedily as if she was a fine whiskey. She was far thinner than she had been at the battle of Hogwarts, but she was still pretty. Her wild hair had been tamed into a long plait with just a few curls escaping the braid. She wore a black silk kimono to cover her much to his irritation.

"Shall we just get on with it or am I going to have to gag you to shut you up?", his tone was cheery but his words threatening.

Hermione nodded, lowering her eyes from him in disappointment. Rowle, although a death eater, had been one of the brightest Slytherins at Hogwarts and had stayed away from the aggressive rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and she had hoped to appeal to him.

"Strip then".

She stiffened at the order, glaring at him as she slowly unpinned her kimono and allowed it to pool at her feet. She could feel her cheeks flushing as she undressed, unclipping her bra and slipping her knickers down her slim legs. She tried her best to cover herself with her hands, her teeth cutting into her lip as she tried not to cry. She could feel his eyes ravishing her, before he lifted her chin, so he could look her in the eye.

"Don't cover yourself" he murmured, stripping himself quickly, revealing toned tanned skin.

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and moved her arms to her sides, embarrassed by the scars on her body. He didn't say anything or recoil back in disgust like she had thought he would. Instead she felt his hands gently stroke the long, faded scar across her torso before he pressed a kiss to her neck. They both fell to the bed behind her, him remaining on top of her, pressing kisses to her neck and along her collarbones.

"Granger, I don't want you to be unwilling…But I have to do this".

"You don't", her voice cracked as tears escaped, trailing down her pale cheeks.

"No, you don't understand Granger. I don't have a choice in this. It's all good and well to imagine every individual has free will but we don't. But that is insanely naïve. Not in this world".

She nodded slightly, before arching into him as he bit down on her skin and crying out.

"Please…Rowle…Please don't hurt me. I know what they said about me and Harry, but it wasn't true…I am a virgin" she whispered, hoping he would listen to her.

He smiled sadly, almost wistfully, "I thought so".

His mouth moved down to her breasts, softly kissing them before taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. She cried out again, not in pain but in pleasure this time. His hands moved down, slipping between her thighs. and circling her clit. Her hands clutched at his hair.

"It's okay, Granger, you can make noise" he chuckled as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Just imagine its Ron, just imagine its Ron…she chanted to herself, flushed red with embarrassment, and holding back tears at the thought she was betraying Harry and Ron. She could fight, she knew that, but she wouldn't get far before she was caught again. She would be tortured and then handed back to a client, and the next client may not be as…careful as Rowle. Her caramel eyes popped open in surprise as she felt his finger softly stroke over the slur that tarnished her forearm.

He shifted himself, settling himself between her thighs. She could feel him press against her, fumbling slightly as he surged forwards. She cried out, tears springing to her eyes as she stared at him in confusion. He had been gentle before, why suddenly hurt me, she thought to herself, brows furrowing at him. Rowle did not look at her, continuing to thrust into her, ignoring her whimpers of pain. She could hear laughter outside the door, a deep throaty sound.

"Oi, Rowle, sounds like you are enjoying the Mudblood ey".

Hermione cringed at the voice, disgusted. Rowle did not response to the voice, instead biting down onto Hermione's shoulder, drawing a loud scream from her lips. She felt the skin break beneath his sharp teeth. He was silent in his performance, thrusting erratically into her, avoiding eye contact with her before she felt him still, slicking her with his seed. He pulled out of her quickly, as if she was diseased, dressing as fast as he could.

Hermione looked down at the sheets, noting the way her blood was blooming across it in an odd kind of fascination. Rowle tossed a sheet at her before whipping the blood stained one from the large bed.

"Carrow will collect you once I've gone. A hot bath will help the soreness though".

She scowled at him, clutching the white sheet around her sore body. He nodded his goodbye curtly, stalking out of the room with the blood-stained sheet grasped in his fisted hand.

"How was the little mudblood?" she heard the same voice from before laugh.

She scurried to the iron door, pressing her ear against it, waiting for Rowle's answer.

"Better than expected. The mudblood was a virgin. You heard her delightful screams, I enjoyed it. She did not".

Hermione sunk to the floor, clutching the cotton sheet around her, sobbing earnestly. She missed the wistful look of Thorfinn Rowle as he walked away from her.

XX

Notes:

Chris Hemsworth is my perfect Thorfinn Rowle (swoon). Of course, my dear readers, you can imagine him however you wish though. I wish to make it clear that I do love Thorfinn, but he is NOT a nice person, and therefore he does awful acts. I aim to make all characters three dimensional. All the 'good guys' will have flaws and the 'bad guys' will have redeeming qualities as individuals do in real life.

Emma Watson is 5'4 and Chris Hemsworth is 6'3 so I kept their heights the same to make it easier.

I hope you liked that chapter (apologises for not updating sooner – things have been hectic with university coursework, running a household and caring for a toddler). This chapter was quite difficult to write (especially the adult scene) so fingers crossed its okay.

I'd be super interested to see who you all think the other girls have been paired with and whether or not, you think anything will develop!

A big thank you to all those people who favourited and/or followed this story and a massive thank you to everyone that reviewed (thank you to xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, annaea3077, Fanficfan826, duke15tam, LK-HoGwArTs-hEaDgIrL, burungmalam and Charlene Clark).