Noir

DMHG

With Harry and Ron dead, Hermione Granger
has been fleeing for 5 years.
After being captured something
offers her a new life and most important:
revenge.
Welcome to whorehouse Noir

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

Mister Zabini and Leyger.

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst

Jay-Z ft Mr. Hudson – Forever young

BANG

Four heads whipped to the door and Hermione got her wand ready.

"Drink the potion!" She ordered the other three women, her eyes still focused on the shaking door.

The three quickly drank the strange swirling liquid and they immediately began to change.

"Hermione, your turn!" Cho Chang yelled.

Hermione opened the vial and drank it.

The liquid was sweet and the moment it was inside her body, she felt herself change.

Ignoring the tingling and pain that the potion caused, she made herself ready for the confrontation.

'Please.' She prayed. 'Harry'

Voldemort coming down the Hogwarts stairs, announcing her best friends' death by a self made spell.

'Ron'

"Hermione! Run! Ru-" the sentence the love of her life never finished.

'Help me.'

Brown eyes snapped open and were shut immediately.

Hermione Granger preferred her nightmare over her current situation.

The stench of twelve women living in a small, cold, humid dungeon infiltrated her nose.

She preferred death over this.

The woman turned her head a little and looked at the sleeping Luna Lovegood.

Her hair was long, wild and black. Her skin colour was tinted, completely opposite from her original fair skin colour. Her rosy lips were moving and tears streamed down her face.

Hermione knew what she was dreaming of.

She scooted towards her friend and cuddled her to her, giving her warmth and, she hoped, a little solace from the nightmare.

"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE SLUTS!"

Luna's eyes shot open, wild and scared.

Her sky blue eyes.

The only thing that couldn't be altered with magic

"COME ON, WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY."

"Come on." Hermione whispered and the two got up on their feet.

Three Death Eaters appeared in the door opening of the prison, two of them sending Cruciatus curses to the ones who didn't stand up. "Come on!" the man who was screaming, Thompson sent a curse to the woman in front of Hermione. The woman, Tracy, screamed in agony till the curse was gone.

"Stand up!"

When everyone stood at the back of the prison, more men stepped in. Luna tightened the hold between their linked hands. 'Rape? Torture? Punishment?' Hermione thought, rubbing Luna's hand with her thumb to sooth her. A chill went through her and she shivered in her scraps of clothes. 'Or-'

Thompsons' eyes went over all the girls and glared. "Mister Zabini and Leyger are here." He said gruffly and Hermione's body stiffened. "Don't you lot dare to try to do something."

There were many times that they had tried to escape.

Several women had died.

The fierce Padma Patil died by the wand of Dolohov,
the beautiful Cho Chang was killed by Thompson while running away and the calming Angelina Johnson died while protecting a younger girl from Wardner.
And many more nameless women died.

"Go and stand on your place."

Hermione automatically stood on her place in the second row and held Luna's hand tightly. There were three rows, the most beautiful women were standing on the first row. The ones who had the most chance of being bought.

She heard footsteps and the creaking of the door and took a deep breath.

Because of her length and the tall women in front of her, she couldn't see the two men who entered their room.

But she knew who they were.

Blaise Zabini, former Slytherin. Handsome. Silent. Dark. Smart. Calm.
Mister Leyger, first name unknown. Face unknown. A man who was stood hunched over while a long, black robe covered his body and a hood covered his face.

The owners of whorehouse Noir.

The buyers.

Hermione thanked the two tall women in front of her and Luna.

That meant less chance to be seen.

Less chance to be bought.

She looked at Luna and prayed that they wouldn't be chosen.

Or that they would be together, at least.

The murmuring of the men stopped and footsteps came closer.

Hermione knew what the procedure was. Zabini would come closer while Leyger would stay in the background. The male Italian would choose whatever women he thought would be fit for Noir and they would leave.

"You."

The women in front of her was being brought outside the dungeon and Hermione stiffened.

She was exposed.

Yes, she knew that her appearance was altered. She also wasn't afraid that anyone would recognize her eyes.

But she just couldn't risk to be chosen.

She couldn't risk to be separated from her last friend.

"You."

With her eyes downcast, she prayed for the best.

What the best was, she didn't know.
Staying here, in the dirty dungeons, surrounded the Death Eaters and Death itself.
Or going with Zabini and Leyger to the whorehouse Noir.
Living in fear or selling your body?

She gave Luna a small squeeze.

As long as she was with her friend.

A muffled sob was heard frown the third row and Hermione's head dropped a little.

The twin sisters, Jenna and Jamie. They had never been separated in their whole lives and the thought of leaving each other behind… There was a small pause and Hermione looked up. Zabini's face was blank, he was thinking. Then he looked at his partner.

He opened his mouth and some hissing left his mouth.

Parseltongue.

Leyger hissed back.

"You." Zabini said, while pointing at the other sister.

The reunited sisters gave each other a big hug outside the prison.

"You."

The women in front of Luna was being brought away and they let each other go.

"Luna." Hermione whispered.

"'Mione." Luna whispered back.

Blaise' eyes looked firstly at Luna, then at her.

Something changed in his eyes. Leyger suddenly hissed and Hermione got a sick feeling in her stomach.

Zabini then stepped away but Leyger pointed.

At Luna and her.

Zabini glared and shook his head.

Leyger's bony arm didn't waver.

Luna trembled beside her.

Leyger hissed. This time, it sounded angry and Hermione felt dizzy.

Blaise Zabini turned back to them.

"You two."

Don't worry,

Your favourite Malfoy Bastard will come into the picture soon.

Don't be afraid,

BeStupid.