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I hope the beginning isn't too rough.

The eighty galleons she had spent on her dress were definitely worth it. For once in her life, she knew she looked good. It was a wonderful feeling. Her grandmother had always preached that half the battle of doing well in life was dressing the part.

She knew that the job that came with the promotion she had just accepted from Gringotts would demand that she spend more time on her appearance.

She had not yet told her adopted family about her scheduled transfer to Hong Kong. It had been a hard decision to make but once she made it she got excited. The idea of an entirely new world that was thrilling. Everything around her was comfortable and full of memories. Most of the memories were wonderful but a fair share were horrific. So much reminded her of what she had lost during the war. Her childhood home had been destroyed and her parents tortured to death. She carried that loss with her everyday.

Hermione straightened her shoulders and made an effort to focus on the festive atmosphere. She was right in that putting off telling anyone until after today. She did not want to ruin this. It was hard enough to make the decision to accept the transfer. If she took the time to think about leaving, she was afraid she would change her mind.

It was much better to think about how fabulous she looked.

"Who exactly are you planning on seducing at this party?" Charlie Weasley had come up behind her unnoticed.

Hermione jumped slightly before she turned around to wrap her arms the last Weasley brother to arrive at the Burrow for the wedding.

"Charlie, you startled me, you are lucky to still have your important parts young man!" Her voice was stern but she was smiling despite herself.

"I didn't know you had such a great interest in my parts, Miss Granger." He finished his sentence with an exaggerated wink.

Hermione blushed and pushed on his shoulder. "Charlie, seriously everyone was been worried."

"You know I would never miss this. How often does my baby sister get married to the savior of the wizarding world? I just needed to finish a few things first. Nevertheless, see I am here and on time and in one piece." His smile was even cheekier than before.

"You did not have to listen to your Mum all day, 'where is that boy? I hope he isn't hurt or I am going to kill him.' I think you made it just in time to keep Molly's hands off those dreadful locks!" Hermione tousled his ragged hair as she playfully slapped his cheek.

"You figured me out my plan." Charlie had her wrist gently but firmly in his hand. "I think that means you owe a dance."

Hermione blushed when he kissed her wrist before letting it go.

The sun was setting as the music started playing for the reception. Hermione had tried not to cry as Arthur walked Ginny up the aisle. Hermione watched Harry's face as Ginny approached. She indulged in a moment of wondering whether anyone would ever look at her like that before coming back and smiling at the nervous groom.

"You owe me a dance." Charlie was standing next to her and his hand extended expectantly.

Hermione laughed and stood as Charlie's hand gasped hers. He twirled her around as they stepped on to the dance floor. They were spinning in time to the music and did not notice the first hex flashing past them.

"What the f…" Charlie dropped her hand and grabbed his wand as Hermione reached for hers. As her hand came up in a defensive stance, she felt the impact of the stunner. For a moment, she locked eyes with Charlie before the world was gone.

It was wet; everything underneath her was damp and smelled rank. Hermione tried to open her eyes but it hurt. Everything hurt. She tried to listen, she could hear the scampering of rodents close by and scraping but it was farther away. She made a mental inventory; there was no burning pain only dull ache. If she rested a bit more, her mind was demanding that she not think. She would try again later.

"Stop that." Hermione murmured and tried to get away from whatever was poking her. She pushed her hand down to stop it. She gasped and was fully awake when a hand grasped her.

"Hermione?" The voice was low, barely above a whisper and very gruff, but she knew it from somewhere.

"Who," was all she could manage, her throat burned from the effort. Everything was wet and all she could think about was how much she wanted a glass of water.

"Love, are you okay? Are you hurt?" The voice, she knew that voice. "Hermione, love, talk to me. You still owe me a dance."

"M'fine, I think, it hurts, but I'm…Charlie?" For the first time since she woke up Hermione was scared. This was real not a horrible dream. She could feel herself start to cry.

"Charlie, what happened? Where are we? All I remember is twirling and then the rest is blank." Hermione struggled to push up into a sitting position. The effort was painful and it took a few minutes before she could breathe without panting away the pain.

Charlie's hand stroked hers as he struggled to get closer to her. "It must have been Death eaters that have eluded prison."

"What do you think they will do with us? Why haven't they killed us?" Hermione's whispers were edging louder and verging on hysterical.

Charlie had worked his way to Hermione's side and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I don't know."

They sat together; Hermione buried her face in Charlie's shoulder and fought back the tears. The not knowing was terrifying.

At first, the brilliant light blinded both of them. Once they realized what was happening they scrambled to find a defensive position. However, there was nowhere to hide. The walls were circular and the floor smooth.

They stood back to back, as their captors circled them. In an instant, they were on the floor with ropes tightening around their limbs. They were being hog-tied, their hands behind their backs with a rope that was wrapped around their necks and attached to their bound feet. Their struggle only made the ropes tighten chocking off their air supply.

"Don't fight my darlings; you are our entertainment for tonight." Hermione could not see who was speaking but the voice was familiar. As she tired to turn to make out who was speaking, the rope around her neck tightened.

"My, my, are you eager, mudblood?" The sickly sweet voice made Hermione shutter. Long ago, she had learned to expect the worst when confronted with insanity. Hermione knew the voice it was Bellatrix and everything in her mind screamed.

"Take the mudblood out of here." Bellatrix demanded of the thug looming just inside of the door. "I'll deal with him."

Hermione struggled helplessly against the ropes as she was hoisted up and carried out of the door.

Charlie was terrified for Hermione was he tri

ed to loosen the knots. His efforts were only making the ropes worse.

"You want her, don't worry you will have her soon." Bellatrix crouched down near his head, her putrid breath scalding his face.

Charlie moaned the smell was nauseating. "You are insane, you bitch."

Bellatrix's laughter was not finished ringing in his head before he realized she had stripped him bare. He shivered as he felt her coarse hands running up and down his flank. The bile rose in his throat choking him as revulsion caused him to move away.

His attempt was thwarted by Bellatrix's hand grabbing him and twisting her handful. "No, no you don't," her voice was singsong with delight as she tighten her hold on privates.

Charlie groaned and she cackled.

"I see you understand," Bellatrix licked his cheek, "You will be needing this in working order for later, love." Her fingernails dug into the tender skin of his scrotum as she squeezed hard as if squeezing a lemon.

Charlie fought his need to groan in pain, he did not want to give her the satisfaction. As her face came into his line of vision, he tried to turn his head but the ropes stopped him. "Oh pretty blood traitor you are a fine specimen" Her fingers raked his length leaving red welts in their wake.

"Seems such a shame to waste on a mudblood." Bellatrix brought her filthy fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

Charlie retched.

"Perfect!" Her glee was sickening. She produced a vial of clear golden liquid. "This will work much better on an empty stomach!"

Charlie resisted drinking the potion until she finally grabbed his jaw and poured it down his throat.

"See love that did not take long!" Charlie groaned as he felt himself harden as Bellatrix clapped with the enthusiasm of a toddler. "This will teach the mudblood her place."

The delighted sound of her voice terrified Charlie more than anything so far. Hermione was his only thought

Hermione was fighting to stay conscious; she struggle against her captures had resulted in a possible concussion. She was seeing two blurry figures in front of her and she vaguely realized that she was on top of some type of stone table or dais. Her knees and palms were stinging from the scrapes and gouges as she was forced to kneel on all fours. She was choosing not think about the humiliating position she was in as her clothes were ripped away.

The ice cold water made her gasp as it hit her bare skin. The force of the blast of water cleared her head slightly and made her focus. She could make out dark figures surrounding her and dimly off to the right she saw a doorway. When the heavy door opened, her heart sunk even lower. Bellatrix was coming towards her and in her hand was a short rope attached to Charlie Weasley.

"Well done!" Bellatrix was congratulating what appeared to be two very young boys. "She doesn't look so muddy now" Hermione cringed as Bellatrix came much closer and made a great display of sniffing Hermione. "Still smells like a mudblood unfortunately." The gathered group laughed at the apparent joke.

Bellatrix was directly in front of Hermione, "Mudblood, you are about to be honored above all mudbloods." Her words were accompanied a slap across Hermione's face.

Hermione did not move or respond. She looked Bellatrix in the eye and refused to flinch. Bellatrix hand quickly snatched Hermione's hair pulling her face closer, she whispered, "You like it rough do you? The traitor won't get the chance to be gentle love."

Finally, Hermione understood the reality of what was going to transpire. She wanted to disappear.

The group began to move closer as Bellatrix pulled Charlie along with her, positioning him behind the table. Charlie groaned when he realized what was happening. Bellatrix grinned wildly at his horrified reaction.

His head was shaking as he watched Bellatrix force Hermione's legs further apart.

"No!" Charlie was pulling away twisting and turning desperate to get away. "Stop!"

Bellatrix just looked at Charlie and without looking back shoved her fingers into Hermione. Her laughter filled the dank stone room.

"The mudblood is untouched! The traitor will be her first!"

Hermione's scream at being violated was all Charlie heard. He redoubled his efforts to break away, succeeding in pulling Bellatrix's lead out of her relaxed grasp.

Charlie froze when he saw the glint of the knife against Hermione's throat. In the dark room he could make out the thin line of blood flowing down Hermione's neck.

"She's dead if you take one more step blood traitor. Her life is your choice. It won't matter to them." Bellatrix's voice was low and deadly calm as she turned to look at the gathered crowd.

Charlie's growl rumbled through the stone chamber as he fought with his instinct to resist and his need to anything to protect Hermione. He watched as the tickle of blood travelled further down her chest at a faster rate. His body was ready and reacting to the sight in front to him. The potion he was forced to drink was in full effect and he ached to find relief.

"Tick Tock, Tick Tock" Bellatrix was grinning as if she had won the lottery. "Now or will make sure you hear her screams before she dies."

Charlie knew the price would be his soul but he could not allow her to die. The longer he could drag this nightmare out the greater the likelihood of rescue.

He shuffled closer to the stone dais directly in front of him, accepting his fate as a monster.

The quiet of the crowd's anticipation was unnerving. Charlie was unaware of Bellatrix's movement, only realizing when her hand was wrapped around his arousal and tugging him to move faster toward the unprepared Hermione.

"I am so sorry Hermione, I.." Charlie's voice was gone with grief.

"Charlie, please…I'd rather it be you than...one of them." Sobs broke between words. "Please," was her last whisper.

Charlie knew he was condemned to the lowest level of hell, as he felt himself break through her barrier; all he could think was how wonderful it felt. He was a monster that would burn.

Hermione was terrified. They were going to die she was sure, they were surrounded with no hope. The fact that she had just lost her virginity in front of a crowd of pervert was the least of her concerns.

Her knees hurt, her hands hurt, and that was painful too. She knew if her brain would actually her to think she would die of humiliation. Gritting her teeth, she tried to think of something anything, wishing it were all over and realizing as soon as it was she would die.

The stone shattering blast coincided with Charlie collapsing on her back. The second blast crumbled the stone dais and freed Hermione from the bonds that had been holding her in place.

Charlie recovered enough to understand that he needed to protect Hermione. He pulled her close to his chest and wrapped his body around hers shielding her from flying debris.

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