((Hahaha, how bittersweet. Of course, they'd have to keep it secret. Also I don't think Hermoine would be concious for most of it, seeing as I think she's like half dead by now. :I I'm going to let her die. Unless Voldy kills her. Or something. [Biting my tongue on a joke. lD Maybe someone else thought it too.] ANYWAY. I post too much. RAMBLERAMBLE. Boredom is a crazy thing.

Also, I forgot about Severus. What the hell happened to him. o_o;

Edit: We might need a Hermoine. lD She's starting to show up more than I thought she would. Anyone know someone who'd be up for it?

...can't be someone who's a torturing or romancing. That would be weird. WHOO.))

((Miss you too, Fizzbutt. <3 I'll try and keep it alive? For youuuu~))

Voldemort watched Bellatrix carve into the Mudblood’s arm with a vicious pleasure. Granger was such a weakling. He had expected better of a trusted friend of Potter’s. It would be so easy to just…break her.

While Bellatrix tortured the girl under her screams become hoarse, he sifted through her mind, looking for memories of Potter or their precious little Order. He was impressed. She wasn’t as weak as he thought. Despite having a knife dug into her multiple times, she still held the walls of Occlumency strong in her head. All he saw were disgustingly happy memories of Potter, Weasley and her sitting by a lake. No matter. He could break her down.

Suddenly, he heard a noise by the door, and he watched carefully as Bellatrix’s eyes flicked in that direction. Her eyes moved to him, and he gave a small, slow nod. Bellatrix called out to the intruder, and he heard the youngest Malfoy’s voice talk back.

He heard the boy fumble with excuses to be here, and grinned. “No matter, young Malfoy. Join us. We were just working on ridding the world of one less piece of filth.”

((I have time for a few small posts before I leave, even though I should sleep soon. <3 Winterisis, one of my close friends irl and an oldie on Res'll be joining you... as Hermione. ;o))

Bellatrix bit her tongue and snickered at Voldemort's joke, an odd, twisted giggle. Even with the way he had treated her, she would keep coming back to his side. A lesser woman would be blushing. She lifted a leg over to the other side of the chair arm and moved herself off with a slight rolling motion. Stepping foot over foot away from the chair, she made a guesture for Draco to take his turn. Blood still ran from the cuts, but Hermione's screams seemed to have faded to sobs. Brat. Bella's eyes smiled, and if she was a weak idiot who did whatever their emotions told them to she would've been happy to reach an arm over around Voldemorts shoulder in her lightheartedness.

((Draco, you sweet thing. >( You're going soft.))

"I'd like you to torture the Mudblood," Voldemort said slowly, patronisingly. "If you do it good, I might let Mummy Malfoy and Daddy Malfoy go without punishment." He laughed at his own joke, and then abruptly stopped and composed himself. "Let's see you have at it, Draco."

((Even more fail D:)) 

((8C

Well if you wont willingly

I might make you

Orrr Bella could give Voldy a sidehug. But that might result in death.)) 

OoC; Hii guys :) Sorry I write OoC this way its easier for me. You'll know by the grey and OoC; at the begining that I'm not speaking as Hermioniny. NOO poor Draco D:

Barely living, Hermione reached up and grazed the words Bellatrix had carved into her neck that had made her scream so. They stung to the touch of her unclean hands, forcing her to draw away her blood covered fingers. Her chocolate eyes flickered open once more, spying Voldemort and Bellatrix, who both looked particularly elated, followed by one Draco Malfoy, who seemed as if he was to be sick all over the floor and Bellatrix's dress. Surprisingly, her mouth wasn't dry and caked with morning breath, as she'd expected, so at least she could reason that they'd let her drink. Unfortunatley that small comfort was no justification for the way she was being mercilessly tortured. However, what else was she to expect from the most vile creature that had ever walked the earth? Hermione listened to the others chat about her tourture, and she watched Draco stumble in, nervously avoiding her gaze. It was just as well, all it held was hatred for anyone who could be loyal to the terrible Voldemort.

Her heart dropped into her stomach when she heard Voldemort's order to Draco, eyes not leaving him as his lord demanded he have a go at tourturing her. She recalled his hatred for mudbloods, and felt a chill go through her spine. Blood dripped down her neck onto her stained grey shirt, creating another reason why she'd have to throw it out when she got back to Hogwarts. If she got back to Hogwarts. Voldemort was threatening Draco about his parents, causing Hermione to turn and look with disgust at him. The sound of Voldemort's laughter was like nails on a chalkboard or a fork on a porcelain plate to her, unnerving and terrifying. A lock of her light brown hair fell into her face as she turned back to Draco.

Using what little courage she had left, Hermione glared at him, trying to usher as much force as she could into her words. "Well then? What are you waiting for, Malfoy?"