Title: Title:Awaited Lover

Original Author: Ariana (ariana.animag.ru/fanfiction/?aread&id22)

Translator: Me

Disclaimer: I own nothing…I swear!

Translators note: This story is originally written in Russian in 2005 by a very talented writer named Ariana. I tried to ask permission to translate this story but the author never replied. This is a very dark story written beautifully in Russian that I thought deserved to reach the American audience… so here I am trying to translate it to best of my ability. Please enjoy and let me know if you want me to translate more of it.

Here is a teaser.

"Ask…beg me!"

Hermione lowered her head and whispered, "I am begging you…"

"On your knees!"

Her young body lowered to the floor as she tried not to look at the tall blond figure standing in front of her.

"And now I want to hear how much you want me to do that." The sly humor coming out of his mouth was a hit to her stomach, forcing her to close her terrified brown eyes from the pain. Salty, hot tears rolled slowly down her cheek, leaving a dark dirty line in their tracks.

"I..I want you to do that…" she whispered, breathing heavily at the weight she felt in her chest.

"I said no tears! What, are you death?" He growled angrily and slapped her across her face.

Hurriedly, Hermione wiped the tears from her face and squealed in surprise when cold fingers grabbed her quivering chin and force her to look up.

"Look at me," he said through his teeth as his cold silver eyes looked at her body with hatred and want. "And now, start from the beginning."

"Why are you doing this?!" She whispered harshly.

"Why? Because I find myself liking this situation very much," Malfoy answered truthfully and then he chuckled at the way the Gryffindor princess was kneeling in front of him in the middle of the empty room.

Hermione shivered from the sound of his cold laughter and sly eyes. Somewhere inside her, Hermione felt sickeningly frightened and tried her best not to show her weakness.

It was only Malfoy…Malfoy who not only held her life in his hands but also Harry's.

"You know," Draco said dryly. "I always thought that there were too many muggles in our world." Circling the young woman at his feet, he smirked as he continued his monologue. "At the same time there are also those who are just like you…" His rough hand grabbed her wavy tresses, pulling them up which in turn forced her to get up or lose all the stands of her hair. "The likes of you, Granger…" whispered Draco, lowering his head so close to her face that she felt his warm breath on her cheeks. "Thinking that you are apart of this world. Thinking that you are better than us!!"

Hermione threw her hand, trying to push away from Malfoy's body.

"Let go of me!" Screamed Hermione when his strong fingers squeezed her shoulders.

"I want you to behave like you were born to behave, my little muggleborn. Like a slut!"

Hermione's body shook as though she had been hit. "I am not a slut!" She yelled in retaliation, proudly raising her chin.

"You will become one if you want Potter to survive. Or maybe you are no longer interested whether your lover lives or dies?" Draco smirked, knowing full well that that was the opposite from the truth.

Hermione once again lowered her head and let a few tears escape her terrified eyes. She'll do who he'd tell her to do and when he'd want her to do it. Her low, almost lifeless voice whimpered in the darkness…begging, "Draco, I am begging you…Help him…I'll do anything you want…I …I can't lose him as well…"

TBC…