Written By: Summer Carlisle
Disclaimer: Although I doubt these disclaimers make any difference, it can't hurt. I own only the new plot ideas seen here, not the characters or place names or anything else.
Setting: Vague war times
Rating: M
Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst
Warnings: Language/violence/sexual situations
Note: This is yet another old story I intend to update eventually.
Chapter One
I was about to hex a death eater coming towards me when someone else grabbed my arm, and before I could stop it, had apparated me away from the battle. I ended up in what appeared to be a courtyard filed with vines and multiple types of red flowers. I turned to the person still holding tightly onto my arm.
"Malfoy! Why the hell did you bring me here? I have to get back; I need to help them…" I said, but he cut me off by moving in front of me and grabbing my shoulders.
"Listen to me now, Granger. My father ordered that I kidnap you from that battle and bring you here to the Manor. He intends to keep you locked up here like a prisoner and use you for… well lets say not so honorable things. Now, I am just as disturbed as you are about Lucius having you as his own personal sex toy. And if-" Draco Malfoy had begun to say, but this time I cut him off.
"Sex toy? I am in no way being any sort of toy to that man!" I said, outraged.
"Granger! Listen! I can help you prevent that. If you give father the impression that you will obey my every command then he will allow you to be in my indictment," he said to me.
"What? Be your sex toy instead? Sorry Malfoy, but I am not doing that for anyone," I stated indignantly and began to turn away. He grabbed my arm and made me face him.
"Do not flatter yourself. I have no interest in using you as my sex toy. We just have to make my father think that you are."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I hate him as much as you do."
"So basically I can be your father's sex slave, or I can be yours?" I questioned incredulously.
"I already said that I wouldn't use you as my actual sex toy, we would just pretend that I did," he explained impatiently.
"And how will-" I began to ask, but he suddenly put his hand over my mouth, took my wand, and held it to my throat.
"Play along," he whispered as his father turned the corner and stood in front of them.
"Draco, I see you have accomplished your assigned task," Lucius said flatly.
"Father, I wish to use her as my own," the teen restraining me said convincingly.
"Do you?" his father asked. "Will she listen to you?
"Yes, father. She already has quite well. We made an agreement. She does as I tell her, and she will get to keep her life."
"Very well then. Take her to the room conjoined to yours. She may stay there." A moment later, the older Malfoy had disapparated. Draco quickly let go of me and put his wand away.
"Come on mudblood," he said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me through the garden and into a huge estate. He silently led me upstairs and to a portrait of an elderly man, sporting the Malfoy classics; white-blonde hair and trademark smirk. Draco muttered the password so I couldn't hear and the portrait swung open. They entered a dark room, lit only with a few candelabras. There was nothing but a large bed in the corner, draped in a black lace canopy. "This is where you will be staying," he said, heading for a door adjacent to the original portrait they had come in through.
"Malfoy wait," I called, walking over to him. He turned wordlessly and stared at me. "How long will I be here for?"
Draco sighed. "I don't know." And with that, he turned in one swift motion and exited through the door.
I had no idea how much later it was when Draco returned to my new abode. I had been laying on the bed, canopy pulled shut around me, trying to convince myself that the whole thing wasn't happening when he came in. He pulled back the lace drapes and sat on the edge of the bed uncomfortably.
"Here's the deal, Granger," he started. "You will be served three meals, with a snack or two thrown in every day. Your bathroom is through that door." He pointed to a door in the darkest corner of the room that I hadn't even seen. Seemingly noticing my apprehension, he pulled me off the bed and to that door. He opened it and felt around on the wall for a moment. It got suddenly bright, showing a large, windowless bathroom. "Yes, we do have electricity. Just not in your quarters apparently."
Under other circumstances, the washroom would have made me quite excited. I was always a sucker for a good, hot bubble bath. The floors were marble, as were the counters and bath tiles. There was a large walk in shower, and possibly the hugest bathtub I had ever seen. There were mirrors everywhere- ensuring I could see my hair from all the right angles- and many plush towels on a silver rack.
Draco dragged me back out of the bathroom and we sat again on the bed.
"It is my father's instructions that, past tonight, I have no contact with you for at least two days. He said that it should be more however and that it depends upon my will power. So, do not expect to see me or anyone else for several days," he said, smirking. I tried my best to roll my eyes, but failed.
"Don't give me that look," he snapped, I backed off some from him. He scowled at me and got up to leave.
"Wait," I said again. "What do I do about clean clothes?"
"There are some in the wardrobe that is built into the wall in the bathroom," he said and disappeared through that door once more.
Having no indication of what time it was, but feeling a bit drowsy, I undressed and curled up under the luxurious covers on the bed. I fell asleep quickly, even though my mind was racing with ways to get out of this predicament. Yet I could not prevent myself from ending up in a deep slumber.
What I guessed as four days passed, just as Malfoy had said they would, without me having any contact with anyone. My meals were magically sent in each day and I found myself doing nothing but sleeping, eating, and just laying in the bath. I spent the majority of my waking hours soaking in the hot water, actually, because the darkness of the main room made me crazy.
Having had enough of being isolated, I walked over to the door I had last seen Draco go through. I Reached for the handle, and to my surprise, it turned easily. It had been unlocked the whole time.