T R A I N E D T O S I N | dramione

Nineteen

A pair of rough hands tugged at Hermione's arm while another tore the bed covers from her. The fabric pooled at the end of the bed and Hermione found herself quite a bit more exposed than she would have liked.

The witch abruptly blinked her eyes, sleep still blurring her vision as she gazed out the window. The sun hadn't even fully risen yet and dawn still hung over the grounds.

"You're coming with us, sweetheart."
Hermione snatched her focus back to the pair of hands and then the face of the man they belonged to. She didn't recognise him or the man next to him that had now grabbed her other arm but they were grim and smirking as she struggled. Death Eaters.

Hermione yanked her arm backwards. She was faster where they were stronger, but speed wasn't much use when you had already been caught. Their grip didn't falter as she tugged, grimacing as her eyes met theirs before she could avoid it.

She was lifted from her bed, feet dangling above the floor as they held her at the height of their elbows. They were extremely tall, and her arms ached with the weight of her hovering body.

Something in her throat caught. Like a cough that was almost impossible to hold in. To swallow down. Hermione wanted to call for help. Call out for someone. Call for Draco.

But what if he had organised her abduction,of sorts, had given these men permission to steal her from her bed in nothing but her flimsy pyjamas?

Draco.

She wanted to scream his name but her mouth wouldn't open. Surely her pride wasn't more important to her.

Draco.

The name was pacing across her mouth as they neared the door, she kicked and flailed her arms but the men were too broad to even notice her feeble attempts of escape. Her actions weren't even an inconvenience in their firm grip.

Draco.

The door swung open and Hermione braced herself. She didn't want to know how many others were waiting on the other side. But the men stopped and Hermione opened her eyes.

Draco stood in the doorframe, jaw clenched and chest rising and falling with quickened pace.

"What is the meaning of this?" She had never heard him speak so formally, with such importance. It made her want to bow.

From the corner of her eye, Hermione could see the two men turn to each other. "Well, Sir, she is to be fighting today," the men said, all traces of a smirk vanished from their features.

Sir. Hermione stifled a frown.

Draco raised an eyebrow,keeping his stance firm. "Thats later this evening."

The two men turned to one another again, a smile growing on their lips and a breathy laugh left one of their mouths. Hermione wasn't sure whose, her eyes were still trained on Draco.

"We was hoping, Sir," they lowered their voice now, " to get a little fun out of her before she gets herself killed."

Illiterate bastards, she thought.

The skin around Draco's jaw rippled and for a moment, Hermione thought he wasn't going to say anything, let them pass and do whatever ungodly things they had planned before his interruption.