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CHAPTER ONE

Hermione pressed her forehead to the cold glass of the carriage window.

'Fever. It must be.'

They captured her and didn't recognize her. Otherwise, they would have used her to get to Harry.

'No.'

The vision in her mind disturbed her. 'Don't let them get you. Get to him. Protect him.'
She didn't know whether it was a memory or a hallucination. Blur. A few moments ago, someone picked her up from the floor,
where she had been lying among other captives, and brought her to this carriage she was now being held prisoner in.
'It hurts. Everything hurts.'

She remembered the man asking for a price. A price to pay to buy her.

Lights that came from outside the carriage hurt her eyes. Sounds were an agony.

'God, no. Please. It can't be. NO. I'm not thinking clear.'

She managed to whisper, ''Is it...is this Malfoy manor?''
'Was that me?'

Jack turned around and looked at her curiously ''I'm sorry; I'm not allowed to tell you that.''

''It is, isn't it?'' Panic was taking over her.
'Draco Malfoy bought me.'
''Please, listen to me...you can't let him get me...please. You have to help me.'' She gasped. "Take me away from here."

He smiled '' I'm sorry.'' And he did feel sorry for the young girl. ''Master would kill me.''

She closed her eyes.
'Find the way. The way to end it. Don't let him…'

Jack entered the study and found his master behind his desk drinking again.
''Yes?''

'' Ms Granger, sir. She is in the Manor.''

'' In her room?''

'' Yes, master.''

'' Does she know where she is?''

'' She figured it out, and if I may add, she seemed pretty desperate when she realized whose home this is. ''

'So brave, and yet, afraid of me...and you have every reason to be, Granger. God, it feels good.'
Draco raised an eyebrow and smiled, occupied only by one thought '' Did you leave any traces?''

''No, sir. No one even knew it was she. '' He looked at his master. He was pleased. However, Draco's expression changed as Jack continued
'' She is not well, sir. Nasty fever. I was losing her at moments. You had better go and check.''

Draco wasn't there to catch his last words.
'Fuck!'

He practically ran to her room, and when he entered, Hermione's body was spread across the bed, covered only with a satin sheet, that showed
every contour of her body. Her hair on the pillow looked so alive, and for a moment, it seemed that she was sleeping peacefully. However, when her head fell to the other side, he saw sweat on her forehead, her cheeks flushed. She had trouble breathing. Hermione's eyes were half opened, but she was unaware of everything around her. She mumbled something that sounded awfully alike Harry.

''Martha?'' he yelled without taking his eyes away from Hermione.

A woman appeared immediately, coming out of the bathroom. ''Forgive me, Master, I gave the Ms a bath, I figured it would help her.''

''Did it?'' He asked.

'' It did bring the fever down a little, but she's still burning. ''

He approached the small woman and looked her in the eyes '' Martha, I need you to tell me the truth. Is she going to make it?''

Martha smiled. Young Master did not show emotions often. But it was moments like these why she loved him so much. She nodded
'' She will get through this. She seems strong...this one''

His eyes went to Hermione again as he said, more to himself than to Martha,
'' You have no idea.''

It was later that night that he was sitting relaxed in his living room, still fighting the images of her.
'This is what I wanted, right? Then what the hell am I doing down here while she is in my house, helpless and at my mercy?
Damn it, Malfoy, just go and do it. She belongs to you anyway. Besides, it is not as if she will fight you.'
A twisted smile appeared on his beautiful face.

'She can't fight me. Not anymore. She is mine to do anything I want with. Go and take her. Go and end it. Ruin her.'

His blood started to boil under the influence of his thoughts about the girl upstairs, and the amount of alcohol he drank.

'She called his name. His fucking name.'

His eyes narrowed. He was Jealous to death.
'She was so devoted. To... him. I will be the one to break their princess. To taint their angel. And she will love it.'

Martha jumped in her seat when she saw her Master enter the room. He stood in the doorframe, with his eyes on the sleeping girl.
Martha knew. And felt sorry for her. She stood up and tried.
'' Please, don't Master. She is not well.''

Draco looked at her, hunger in his eyes switching into anger.
''Leave, woman.''

Martha was too frightened to respond with anything except leaving. She bent her head down and closed the door, leaving Hermione at his mercy.
Draco approached the bed with his eyes never leaving her form in front of him.

'I'll be your mistake… The one you will pay for the rest of your life. He will despise you. Because of me. He will deny you.
Because you made me fall. Made me slip. Made me want your blood. Your kind. Your fuckin skin. I'm disgusted.'

He slept with so many of them, and could have every beautiful woman there was, but he wanted this one. Only her. To own her. He wanted her to submit to him. Make her pay. To hold her here until they died. Never to let anyone see her again. He wanted her to be HIS.

No, not to love her. Just to have her.

She looked so helpless. 'So damn beautiful...so fucking perfect. So wrong.'
He touched her lips with his thumb and closed his eyes.
'It would be so easy. Almost too easy.'

He opened his eyes to look at the one that tormented his dreams that found the way to his mind and became an obsession that destroyed him for every other.
'Break her. Leave. Ruin her. For him. Them. Destroy her, and send her back. A broken flower. Tainted white. Do it. '

'Soon.'

She heard footsteps moving away, a door opening and closing, and when she was sure that she was alone, Hermione curled up on the bed and started sobbing.