A/N: This chapter does have a little bit of unwanted sexual touches. It's not graphic and not rape, but there are scenes where someone touches Hermione's breast or bum that she doesn't appreciate. Hermione will be safe and unharmed, but please mind your triggers.

Hermione was left entirely alone for hours. She had no idea how much time passed and no one passed her cell to indicate if it had been a full day or just a couple of hours. The way her stomach growled told her that it had to be at least the next morning, but other than that, she had no indicator of time.

She hadn't even attempted to sleep, not wanting to risk being unaware of her surroundings when in a Death Eater's fortress. Every time she started to nod off, she fought it. Sometimes she'd just stand up whereas other times she would do jumping jacks or other exercises in her cell. At some point, though, she must have drifted off because she was jolted out of her light sleep by her cell door being opened.

"The Mudblood awakes," Mulciber grinned down at her. Rookwood was at his side, sneering at Hermione. She wanted to stand so they couldn't tower over her, but she didn't want either of them to think their presence was uncomfortable, so she stayed put. "It's time for you to get ready for your big night."

"I'll be staying here," Hermione informed him, relaxing against the hard wall to emphasize her point.

Without a word, Rookwood moved forward and yanked her to her feet. Her body groaned in protest and Hermione pulled her arm out of his grip. The crucio hit her before she'd fully pulled away and she cried out in pain. Rookwood tugged her back to her feet and her body went limp against his as the curse was lifted. He snickered, wrapping his arm around her chest and splaying his hand across her breast. Furious, she elbowed him as hard as she could in the chest and he coughed, letting her go. She managed not to collapse, but when Mulciber crucio'd her once again, she couldn't stop herself.

"Behave, bitch," Mulciber sneered. This time, it was Mulciber that pulled her to her feet and immobilised her. Rookwood rubbed his chest, sneering at Hermione.

"I hope you go to Dolohov," he snarled. Hermione didn't react as Mulciber levitated her out of her cell and down the hall.

They arrived at another cell and Mulciber released the spell over her. Unlike the others, this cell didn't have a door, but a row of what looked like showerheads.

"If I'm to sell you at full price, you'll be in prime condition," Mulciber said. He smirked at her and flicked on one of the shower heads with his wand. Rookwood snickered and Hermione glared at them both. "Get wet, Granger," Mulciber taunted.

Hermione didn't move. She refused to undress and shower with either of them watching her, so she stayed where she'd been put.

"Don't make me rip the clothes from you myself," Mulciber warned, his gaze darkening. Hermione still made no movement, so Mulciber raised his wand at her. She prepared herself for another crucio, but instead, he said, "Evansco."

Hermione gasped as her clothing vanished all at once. Rookwood hooted as she turned her back to them hastily. One of them snickered as she walked slowly toward the shower. The water was freezing, but the longer she delayed, the longer she'd stayed naked in front of two Death Eaters, so she hurried through her shower. She kept her back to Mulciber and Rookwood the entire time and when she was finished, she stepped backwards out of the water.

The water shut off, but Hermione still didn't turn around.

"Come get your dress, Mudblood," Mulciber ordered. Hermione glanced over her shoulder to see him holding folded clothes. She turned back to the wall. "Rookwood can help you if you want."

"Get out," Hermione snapped. Mulciber laughed and Rookwood hooted.

Behind her, she heard footsteps approaching but before she could turn her head, Rookwood grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn around. He thrust the folded clothes at her chest, letting his eyes rave her body. When he licked his lips and smirked at her, she sneered at him and turned back around to get dressed.

She was horrified but not entirely surprised to discover the dress she'd been given was hardly enough to cover anything. Even when she pulled it as far as she could, it barely covered her bum. The collar was so low she was worried if she turned strangely, it would uncover her chest. For once, she was glad she had a smaller chest than most girls. If her breasts had been any bigger, they would have spilt out uncomfortably.

"Fits just like I expected," Mulciber said when she turned back around. Rookwood grabbed her arm tightly and they took her back to her cell. "Show time's in an hour, bitch, so you'd better fix your hair by then," Mulciber said, letting the cell door slam shut behind her.

Hermione glared as they left. Once they were out of sight, she took her hair out of its braid and ran her fingers through her curls. If Mulciber was going to sell her as Hermione Granger, then he'd have to sell her with her wild curls and a sneer on her face. She wouldn't let him dress her up like some perfect pretty doll.

Fortunately, it was not Mulciber or Rookwood who came to escort her out of her cell. She didn't recognise either of the two young Death Eaters, but she didn't appreciate the leering looks they both gave her or the way one of them pinched her arse as she stepped out of her cell.

"Mulciber sure knows how to dress 'em up," one of them snickered.

Hermione stayed silent as she walked barefoot between them. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest and she felt her fingers twitch involuntarily as the two Death Eater boys pinched her arse and tugged on her long hair. She regretted leaving it down when one of them threaded his fingers through it and tugged, but it was too late now. The elastic she'd used earlier was in the cell and she was being led up a set of stairs that was sure to deposit her right onto Mulciber's stage.

"It's a pain you'll go for so much," the boy on her left said. "I'd have liked to have a go at that pretty arse."

"Fuck off," Hermione snapped, flashing her teeth at him and curling her lip.

"Oo, it's feisty!" he taunted. She glared at him as he waved his wand in front of her and warned, "Be careful. I might just have to crucio you and I'm sure you don't want to see how turned on your screams will make me."

Both of the boys snickered as they left her standing next to Rookwood behind a door. She kept her eyes on the handle, refusing to look at him as he locked heavy chains around her wrists and held onto the end.

"Everyone loves an obedient pet," he taunted, tugging on the chain. She stumbled forward and he snickered before opening the door in front of them.

Hermione's heart beat faster as she looked out on a room full of Death Eaters and Mulciber walking forward to take the chain from Rookwood. He led her out from behind the door proudly and the room erupted into a frenzy. Hermione's ears rang and she struggled to keep her face devoid of emotion as she stared out across the sea of Death Eaters. She could hear them yelling and see their lips moving, but she couldn't make out a word they said as she fully realised she'd be sold to one of them in a matter of minutes.

She was vaguely aware of Mulciber saying something, but she couldn't be bothered to understand his words. This turned out to be a fatal mistake as a second later, she was forced onto her knees and the leering got louder. Mulciber fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up to look at him. She didn't have time to mask the terror on her face and he grinned down at her.

"This will be your last day of freedom," he taunted. He forced her to look out at the room and Hermione looked over the crowd with barely masked fear. "Look and weep," Mulciber told her. A sob lodged itself in her throat but she was determined to hold it back. "You'll beg for your Order but they'll never find you. You're doomed to die a slave, Granger," he whispered.

Hermione inhaled sharply and the jeers got louder. Something in the crowd flashed and her eyes darted to it. All thoughts fled from her mind as her eyes locked on Draco's in the crowd and the sob she'd been holding back was released. His face was blank but he stared back at her and she felt something inside her break. She mouthed his name, not daring to look away from his face even as Mulciber let go of her hair to begin.

"Let's get started!" Mulciber announced loudly, holding out a hand to silence the room. "You're familiar with Harry Potter's Golden Mudblood."

The shouting started again but Hermione didn't care to listen again. Draco whispered something to a boy beside him Hermione recognised but couldn't name, his eyes leaving hers for just a few seconds.

"No one is worth more to the Order than their precious Granger," Mulciber said. Hermione felt another tear make its way down her face and she wished Draco would look at her again. "I'll accept nothing less than 30,000 galleons for Potter's bitch."

She closed her eyes as wands raised and the shouting became unbearable.

So many things happened at once, it was a wonder Hermione saw them all. First there was a loud crack that echoed around the room and made Hermione's eyes flash open. Next came a green flash to her right and Mulciber dropped dead in front of her. The room was both silent and roaring in anger as Mulciber's body fell. She gasped as his face hit the floor near her knees but before she could turn and look at who had attacked Mulciber, she was grabbed from behind and apparated out of the building.