"What's this? A filthy little Mudblood caught in the Slytherin dungeons? Tsk tsk. Whatever shall we do with you?" A cold voice spoke from directly behind her. She gasped, whirling around straight into someone. She heard other evil chuckles surrounding her and she turned to see four others, successfully encircling her. Two muscular arms clamped around her and she opened her mouth to scream. Some form of a softly muttered silencing spell effectively quieted her. The group quickly ushered her into an empty room nearby and shoved her to the floor. Tears began pooling in her eyes. There was no escape this time. She should never have listened when Ron and Harry had told her to spy on the Slytherins. She had known that it would never work, and here she was as living proof… maybe soon she wouldn't even be living anymore. All of these thoughts flashed through her mind, before long rough hands clamped around her shoulders and forcibly dragged her to her feet.

"Look at me." He commanded. She refused. He slammed her backwards into the wall. "God damn you, bitch! Look at me." She still wouldn't look up as her eyes finally overflowed. A hand grabbed her jaw roughly and moved her head to face his. He hadn't expected her to glare at him through her tears.

"Finally a response." He chuckled. "Now tell me Granger, what the fuck are you doing here?" He watched as she warily glanced at everyone in the room and tightened her jaw. She voiced no response. "Looks like we'll need to do this the hard way. This'll be fun. Crabbe, Goyle go to the common room, deter everyone from coming here. No matter what you have to do." They filed out of the room. He stared at her in the face for a moment before stepping back. "I'll be right back. When I'm back you'd better be more talkative Granger." He swept out sending a careful look at Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini before he closed the door behind him. Pansy smirked.

Pansy stomped over and abruptly slapped the girl across the face. "Hermione Granger you whore!" she hissed. "Never deny Draco what he wants! You'll learn that soon!" She grabbed Hermione by her hair and smashed Hermione's head backwards into the wall. Hermione let out an involuntary yelp as she felt her head spilt open and blood begin to roll down her neck and stain her shirt. "Tell me why you're here!" Pansy screamed. Hermione stubbornly snapped her mouth shut and Pansy narrowed her eyes. She slammed her fist into Hermione's stomach. Hermione heaved, but made no other noise. Pansy continued punching, slapping, kicking every inch of Hermione until she could no longer stand. Still Hermione refused to voice why she was in the Dungeons.

Finally a quiet, "Pans, stop." Came from across the room. Pansy momentarily stopped.

"Why should I?" she complained.

Blaise glided over to them and knelt down beside Hermione. "Because Hermione doesn't need this. She has every right to be down here."

Pansy gasped in shock. "Hermione? Blaise have you lost it? She is nothing more than filth! Mudblood scum!"

"Pansy. Leave. NOW." Blaise growled.

Pansy ground her teeth and sprinted to the door. "Believe me, Draco will hear about this, Zabini!" she traded a triumphant glance with Blaise before slamming the door shut.

Slowly Blaise placed his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Hermione? I'm so sorry. Here, let me fix you up." He leaned her up against him and began placing the various spells to heal up all of her cuts and bruises, then used another spell to clean the blood from her clothes. Finally when all looked normal he spoke again. "Why did you do that to yourself, Hermione? You know all that you needed to do was tell them why you are here and they would have stopped."

"No. They would have killed me." She whispered.

Blaise allowed himself a small smirk when she wasn't looking. She was already opening up. "You can't know that. They can't possibly kill someone like you."

She glanced up startled. "Why not?"

"Because no one could kill someone who has such an amazing heart underneath it all. It makes you too beautiful."

Hermione snorted. "Yeah right. None of you can even touch me, let alone see me for anything other than a Mudblood." She spat.

"But you're much more than that." He breathed as he scooted closer to her, still hugging her shoulders, until their legs touched. "You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. You even have a heart, which is more than I can say for all the Purebloods I know." When she glanced up at him again Blaise could she the turmoil in her eyes as she began to trust him. He knew he was winning. He moved his free hand up and stroked her cheek gently with the backs of his fingers. As her eyes fluttered closed he knew he was in control. "Hermione," he let her name roll off of his tongue. "I don't mind touching you." She shuddered.

Then he kissed her. It was amazing. She had never been kissed like this before. So soft, so passionately. She responded. His eyes widened in surprise. The Gryffindor Lioness was a damn good kisser. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip asking for entrance. She obliged. She moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth and massaged her own. He pulled her up onto his lap and she slid her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers in his hair as she lost herself. After a few minutes they pulled apart and he rested his forehead against hers. "No one can kill you." He panted.

She sighed. "But they will if they find out that Harry and Ron sent me to spy on all of you." She whispered mournfully. His eyes flashed momentarily, so short that she was sure she imagined it.

"Why would they want to spy on us?" he breathed as his lips began caressing her jaw line.

Her breath hitched. "Be-because they believe that- that you are conspiring with Vol-" Her explanation was cut short as his lips came crushing back onto hers. His hand moved to the hem of her shirt. His hands began to move underneath when Hermione finally came to her senses. "Stop." He pulled back in surprise.

"What?"

"Stop."

He smirked. "Honey, you should have said that a long time ago. Before you let me get all the information we wanted." He turned his face toward the door. "Draco, come on in!" He yelled. Draco stepped in, also smirking.

"Well?" Draco asked.

"The Mudblood was sent by her boyfriends, Potty and Weasel. They wanted her to spy on us to see if we were Death Eaters." Hermione gasped in shock at his words, but before she could pull away Blaise grabbed her and spun her so that her back was to his chest. He put one hand around her neck, used his other arm to secure her two arms and used his legs to hold hers in place. He chuckled menacingly in her ear. "My, my, what a little slut you are. Giving away all your secrets for a simple kiss." She shivered at how different, how evil his voice sounded. "You know, had you let me shag you I might have tried to convince them to go easy on you. But of course, you have too much pride for that, don't you?"

"You lied to me?" she cried, incredulous.

"You are looking at a Slytherin, Granger." Draco spoke up. Hermione became silent after that comment. She hung her head in shame. She had betrayed her friends. There was a long silence and she knew that both Slytherins were sizing her up.

Then Draco spoke the words she had been dreading to hear. "And now for the matter of your punishment." The two men moved her over and placed her helplessly in the middle of the room. Securing her in place with a spell that sent magical ropes flying from their wands. Then the two began whispering fiercely. She could see that really they were deciding her fate in their small conversation. After about ten minutes they turned to Hermione both with odd smirks on their faces. "We have decided what we will do." Hermione moved her head to stare up at them defiantly. "You shall be our slave. Mine from Sunday through Friday, Blaise's on Saturdays. This will continue until we see fit to release you." He paused for a second and Hermione began thinking of ways around what he was suggesting. He of course knew this. "Oh, and one more thing. We have a spell to perform on you, one that will allow us to have our control over you. No, it is not 'imperio.' Though it is dark magic all the same."

The two boys advanced on her, wands raised muttering strings of words that she couldn't understand. At the end of the spell six chains of multicolored magic sprang forth from Draco's wand and one single chain came from Blaise's. The chains wrapped around her neck and sank slowly into her skin. Seconds later she felt an odd tingling on her right hip bone, which quickly faded. Her ropes fell and she carefully got to her feet. She stood still for a moment then leaped toward the men.

"Stop." Draco said calmly. Hermione stopped in midair. She gaped. She couldn't move. Draco walked up to her carefully. "Granger, already trying to hurt me? Well you see, this may not be imperio, but it still holds indefinite control over you. It is in some ways more efficient than imperio. No matter what we tell you, you will do, no questions asked. I can even make you fall in love." He put his mouth beside her ear. "You are mine." A few moments passed before Draco spoke again. "Now. Stand on your feet, and escort Blaise to the door. Open it for him and kiss him goodbye. Then close the door behind him."

Hermione did exactly as she was told. She even managed to look as though nothing was wrong. Inside her head however she was screaming to be released. She was caged up and had no way to escape. She barely even registered Blaise's wink that he sent towards Draco. Then Draco called again. "Granger come over here." She did. He placed his hand underneath her jaw and she watched warily as he leaned in seemingly to kiss her. He abruptly stopped. "Kiss me."

Entirely against her will Hermione leaned in. Tentatively her lips brushed his. Immediately she forced herself backwards.

"Granger you are amazingly stupid. Sure the spell let you stop, but what do you think I'll do now? Do you think I'll let it end there? Of course not. Now. Do not pull away."

Draco forcefully shoved his lips against hers with enough force to bruise. Hermione would not allow herself to respond. This was her enemy. Never would she let him enjoy consensual control over her. Draco slid his tongue over her bottom lip. To this Hermione did respond. She opened her lips slightly and felt his tongue slip into her mouth. The moment it was past her teeth she attempted to bite down with all of her might. However, just as her teeth were about to bite him, immense pain shot through her. She cried out as white-hot heat flew down her spine. The only thing that kept her standing was Draco's order to not pull away.

Draco stepped back at her cry, chuckling. "Silly girl, did you honestly expect to be allowed to hurt me? The spell was made better than that. There are quite a few perks to this spell that are in my favor. But alas, it is getting late isn't it. Tell me, when are Potter and Weaselby expecting you back?"

"El-ele-" she attempted to lie. Pain shot through her again. "Eleven." She forced out.

"You lie. Tell me the truth."

"Two a.m." She voiced, defeat evident in her voice.

"That late?" Draco laughed. "They expected nothing to happen to you until two a.m.? Are they honestly that dim? Do they not respect us Slytherins at all? And even better, why'd you listen to those buffoons?" He glanced her over then looked at his watch. "Well looks like we do have a bit of time after all. I think it might be time for me to give you some orders for when we are in general public. For now I want you to act as though nothing has changed, though you will refrain from insulting, attacking, or otherwise embarrassing me. I want you to begin noticing every little annoying thing that Potter and Weasel do. Everything. I want it to really annoy you. Hmm, I think I may need to research for a dark magic spell to let you hear any orders I think at you… That would make things a lot easier. Well, that's it for now. I do believe though that I could really like for you to snog me. A real snog, with tongue and everything. I want you to want me."

Hermione began to feel a need for Draco, a need so intense that she was fighting herself not to throw herself at him. Draco watched her struggle in her eyes. He could see momentary lust, which would then be replaced by defiance. He chuckled. "Granger, I order you to want me. Now." This threw her over the edge. She lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck. She attacked his lips with her own. He responded and she could feel his mouth form a small smirk. Her arms pulled him closer, and she felt his slide around her waist, resting on her ass. He pulled her flush against him. Hermione felt no urge to pull away from him anymore. Everything was centered on this perfect being that she saw. After a little while Draco pulled away from her. She moaned in protest and attempted to resume their previous actions. Draco's smirk was all too evident as he said, "Granger, stop."

Suddenly Hermione snapped back to herself. She gasped. "What the hell! How can that spell make me do that! You undo this spell you piece of shit!"

"Ah, ah, ah, do you forget your place Mudblood?" His eyes were filled with amusement. "I do however believe that you might need to get back to your dorms. Lead me there."

"I can't lead you to the Gryffindor dorms!"

"I believe that was an order."

Hermione swept around and right out of the door. She made as much noise as possible all the way up to the great room that was the entrance of Hogwarts. Draco finally caught up with her. "Keep quiet! Do you want to get caught?"

"Yes." She said, though she was forced to quiet down. They finally reached the painting of the Fat Lady that was the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. When Hermione stopped Draco quickly pulled her against him.

"Now listen Granger," he hissed, "You are going to forget about being my slave. Also, no matter what happens you can not tell anyone about being my slave, you cannot imply it, write it, sign it, nothing. You cannot help anyone to become suspicious either. You shall not let anyone find out anything about it. When your boyfriends ask about what you found out tell them that you found out nothing, and that you feel that you must continue keeping watch to find out any information. Understand? Now go, make sure to say the password loud enough for me to hear and be slow to close the painting."

Hermione made her way to the painting, fighting as she felt her memories of being Draco's slave slowly trickled away. She stopped in front of the picture, not remembering how she had come to be there. She said the password, "Of true heart," clearly, if a bit loud, and climbed inside. Hermione took extra time closing the painting this time, though she didn't know why she needed to.

Harry and Ron were lounging by the fire, but other than that the common room was empty. The two boys looked up eagerly. They motioned for her to take her normal seat right next to the fire, across from both of their seats. She did and then they began their interrogation.

"Hey Herm! So did you learn anything? You came back early." Harry began.

"No Harry, I'm really sorry but I didn't learn anything." Both boys visibly drooped. Then Hermione heard a wisp of a voice speak in her ear.

"Don't acknowledge this voice, but repeat everything I say," Draco whispered from somewhere beside her.

After that Hermione began to voice everything that Draco said, "I'm sorry I came back early. Nothing was happening down there. There weren't even second years snogging in broom closets. I figured that since nothing had happened for three hours, nothing would."

"Nobody was out at all?" Ron asked, disbelievingly.

"Not that I saw, and you know me. I was very thorough." Hermione began to talk in monotone. She wanted Harry and Ron to see that something was wrong, but she had no way to show them. She gave up. "Guys, I'm sorry but I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I think I'm going to head up to bed."

They looked at her with worry evident in their eyes. "Alright 'mione. Sleep well!"

"Goodnight."

"Now if the rumors are correct, there is something wrong with the steps up to the girls' dorms. What is it?" Draco again whispered.

"The stairs turn into a slide if a boy tries to go up them."

Harry and Ron shot her worried looks. "We know. Uhm…you really do need sleep don't you?"

Hermione ignored them and walked upstairs. She could have sworn she heard some spells muttered somewhere nearby, but she really was too tired to care.