Dont get too close,
It's dark inside,
It's where my demons hide,
It's where my demons hide.

***Hermoines pov***
I felt the world spin, my mind growing dizzy as I apparated away from the Burrow, how nàive I was to think of that place as home.
The house that stood before me was beautiful, dark, but beautiful. Before me stood two large iron gates, then large, thick hedges lined the path up to the dark wooden door. The manor was built up of three main columns, each as beautiful as the next. There must have been atleast 20 windows, all blacked out except for 2 which emited a luminous yellow glow. Behind the manor I could make out what looked to be a large garden, filled with large trees and bushes. The moon hung low in the sky, finishing the eerie image infront of me.
As I slipped the the gates I was surprised to find there were no wards on the house, however I wasn't surprised when I felt a wave of dark magic that could only be associated with the Malfoys wash over me. I didn't expect anything less.
I made my way up the path, the hedges looming over me as I walked, threatening to swallow me. My whole body was still wracked with pain, but I need to carry on, I didn't come this far for nothing.
After walking for what felt like an etternity, but was only a few minutes, I reached the door and started pounding on it. I was still scared I was being followed, I couldn't go back to the burrow even if my life depended on it.
Draco swung the door open with grace, which was just my luck. I looked a mess, my clothes stained with dirt, my face stained with tears. However he was looking fine as ever, clad in fine tailored black robes that showed of his figure, a silver tie that brought out the silver in his eye and his hair slicked back to perfection. Hansome as ever.
"What do you want mudblood?" His words didn't cause the usual sting, instead doing the opposite as I felt a shiver role down my spine for the amount of power that radiated of his body.
"Look, mudblood doesnt upset me nearly as much as it used to, you may as well drop the act." My voice sounded more confident than I was, but tears still spilled from my eyes.
"You didn't answer my question, mudblood" he said the words with more venom this time, and I shivered under the fear that he was going to hurt me like Ron did, but I stood my ground anyway, thanking my Gryffindor courage later.
"I know your introuble with the dark lord after failing to kill Dumbledore, I have knowledge on the order of the phoenix that can help spare you and your family." His features looked shocked for a second, but he masked it well afterwards.
"Why should I trust you mudblood? You could tell me false information or leak back information to the blood traitors" a image of Rons face hovering above me with that malicious gleam in his eye passed over my vision and for a moment I was dumbfounded, but recovered soon enough.
I adopted a sadistic smile, an image of me using crucio on Ron flashed through my mind, and spoke out the words "I wanna hurt Ron and the people he cares about, as you said they are just 'blood-traitors'"
"I still don't understand why I should trust you?" 'Mudblood' was missing from this sentence and I cheered inwardly, hopefully I was getting somewhere.
"Because I'm your best chance, if you invite me inside I'll explain." His face showed several emotions, shock -no doubt at my bluntness, anger and a tinge of annoyance, before falling neutral again. He swung the door open never the less, and turned his back to me. I followed him through the door which closed by itself, some sort of charm I guessed.
Inside was a long dark coridor that opened into a large room, each wall lined with doors and paintings, two sets of stairs either side of the coridor led upstairs, but Malfoy led me down the hall into a door that was 3 doors down on the left. I counted incase I needed to get out quickly.
This room was warmer, a small fire lit in the fireplace, 3 emerald sofa's surrounding it, and the walls were lined with hundreds of books. The library. I had to fight of the urge to grab a book and compulsively read, but was snapped out of my amazed daze when Malfoy cleared his throat.
"You have 5 minutes before I allert my father of your presence and send you to the dungeon."
"Thats a shame, it would be useful if you knew that Harry and Weasel were looking for the Dark lords horcruxes" I turned back around to the fire, choosing to sit on the sofa closest hoping the heat would wear of some of the pain in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around me, wishing I wore better clothes. My face must have showed my discomfort because Malfoy spoke up:
"Whats wrong with you? You hobbled to this room like a penguin and now your kneeling over on your stomach?"
"I-it's nothing" I tripped over my words and the thought of Ron brought another wave of tears to my eyes that I couldnt catch, and Malfoy gave me a disbeleiving look. "Hehurtmeandrapedme" I spat out at once. I looked away from his face, but I felt the sofa shift as he sat down next to me.
"He did what?" His voice didn't sound angry, more confused.
"He was angry, furrious even about Dumbledore. He blamed it on me, 'mayby if you kept your head out a book for once you'd realise theres a war going on around you'-"
"He has a point you know," I shot a glare at him, but he shrugged it of with nonchalance.
"Can I continue?" He gave a slight nod and I carried on "I left my wand on the counter downstairs and stormed upstairs hoping he would get the message that I wanted to be alone." Fresh tears prickled at my eyes, but I wiped them away furiously. "He didn't of course, the stupid bint. He followed me to his room, slamming the foor behind him. He- he accused me of being jealous of all the swots he snogged in hogwarts, as if. And- and then, then he" I stumbled over my words again, my mind proving me wuth the image of him over me again, his eyes holding that disgusting gleam. I forced myself uo, ignoring the pian in my stomach and moved to the fire.
"He pinned me down on the bed, pinning my arms above my head in a vice like grip. He- he," I took a moment to ready myself, closing my eyes agains the tears "He ripped my clothes off, then took his of as well. He f-forced me to have sex with him"

A/n lyric credit goes to imagine dragons
Once again Im sorry for any mistakes, Im writing this of personal experiences so its hard for me to write it. Please leave any feedback/corrections.