It was her first year out of school - and Hermione still lived with her mom and dad. Her brother was too young to move out yet. He wasn't accepted at any magical school so seventeen was too young.

Hermione was in her room when a limousine pulled up in front of her house. Two men in dark hoods knocked on the front door. They were the same height, but one was built - while the other, slim, walked with a cane. One of her parents offered them and the driver in. It was apparent that the driver wasn't going to move.

Hermione lay on her bed writing a story she'd been working on for a couple of months as she sang quietly along with the songs that played on the radio. Her room was green, the walls, sheets, curtains. The floor was a brown carpet.

Her brother Steven walked in after knocking. It had been an hour after the dark hooded men showed up. Steven laid down beside her casually as possible. He watched her for a moment.

"Jules,..." it was his nickname for her. He couldn't remember how she acquired the name. "Will you run away?" She looked at him in udder shock. Never in his life had he asked her to do bad. You can imagine her shock. "You're my big sis and I love you. You know that." He wasn't asking. "I want you to run!"

"What's wrong?" She put her stuff up quickly in concern.

"Just do it." She searched his eyes. "Only for a day or two. Go to a friend - or another family members. Just get out of here." He was frantic.

"Why?"

"They're here for you. Those men. They want ou to marry one of them. Something about Veela shit." He explained quickly.

"Don't cuss." He grinned.

"They said it was sighted, or something. Signed. A paper." She scrambled off her bed and looked out her window. A dementor and most likely the new Minister of Magic was standing out there. Steven looked as well.

"Those butts." She tried not to cuss in front of Steven.

"Hermione, dear." Her dad knocked on her door. "Could you come out here for a few minutes?" Steven was first out her door. Their father led them downstairs to the living room. "Sit" she sat stiffly in the chair - her brother on the arm. One hooded man - the one with the cane - sat on the couch, his hands clasped on the silver snake hand grip of his cane. "Please leave the room Steven." Grudgingly Steven left the room. The Minister of Magic came in and sat in the recliner.

"Now,... Miss Granger." Started the Minister of Magic. "We have here a contract signed by your grandfather - James Granger, along with the signature of this young mans Grandfather. Artimeus Black." He pointed to the man with the cane. "In the wizarding world you cannot refuse, or divorce." Hermione felt herself pale with fear. "This,..." he held up several papers. "Cannot, I repeat, cannot be undone. We've tried everything. Forgive me." Everyone looked up. "Please. Hermione Granger, this is your old school mate. From Hogwarts. Draco Lukorias Malfoy." She stopped breathing. They started spinning. It became very dark.

Hermione smelt something awful and immediately woke up. Several people were standing around her. Parents, brother, Minister of Magic, Malfoy, some ancient guy. Malfoy! She sat up and bolted towards her room to hide. To make sure it was a dream. Someone followed her.

"Jules,..." it was her brother. They sat in her room for an hour before anyone tried to talk to them.

"Hermione." Her mother called. "You have to go with them. You know your grandfather was a full veela. You'll go crazy after a while. That's why they're here now. They weren't supposed to come until next year. Dear, he can help." Her mother cooed.

"I'm not going crazy am I?" She asked Steven.

"No. You aren't."

"Honey, come out here." Her father yelled through the door. "I'm sorry." he apologized to his company.

"Quite all right." Artimeus Black assured them calmly. "We shall relieve this door." he pulled his wand from his pocket and unlocked the door. Steven stood in front of her and glared at everyone.

"Your sister is ours." Mr. Black muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Mine." Malfoy had corrected viciously.

"The poor boy is already claiming her." He patted his Grandsons shoulder lightly. Mr. Black turned to Hermione who looked at all their faces. Next thing he knew he was leaning against the wall like everyone else as she ran down the hall. Malfoy chased after her.

It wasn't long before they were out of the house and down the road. He wasn't too far behind her when they came upon a dirt road. It wasn't too far down the road. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He wasn't there. She came to stop. When she turned to face forward, he was there. She screamed in shock. He threw her over his shoulder and headed back to her house. She was kicking and beating on his back.

"Put her down!" Her father yelled at Malfoy. He kept walking. "You bastard. She's not ready!" "Malfoy set her down in her yard. He grabbed the back of her neck and whispered in her ear.

"Got it." She looked away and nodded. "Please." She still didn't move. "Steven. Can you grab her two most valuable things from her room?" Steven did as asked. He knew he couldn't stop it.

"I'm not leaving my family." She muttered in hatred.

"You get to visit your family and fucking time you want. So move it." Everyone was shocked by his outburst.

"Don't talk,..." Malfoy turned towards her dad.

"I'll talk to her however the hell I please." He looked at Hermione who paled under his gaze. Artimeus was gleaming with pride as his Grandson took control quickly getting precise results. Steven came out of the house with a fat notebook and a picture of her and himself playing basketball.

"You're wedding will be in half a year. Since he's a Prince, you'll be Princess. You will attend every function he requests you to." The Minister of Magic informed. "You will live with Mr. Malfoy from here forth with. You'll marry the muggle way and wizard way."

"What?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"What don't you know?" Malfoy asked angrily.

"I assume you are curious about the wizard way of marriage." She didn't speak as she matched Malfoys glare. "He shall explain it when the time comes." She sighed. "Once married both ways you shall be moved into your house. Just so happens he's already bought a wizard mansion. Larger than any other mansion in his family history. You are one third veela. He is more than we'd like at a nineteen twentieths." Malfoy didn't move.

"No." she stated. "I'd rather go nuts."

"I don't." She recoiled into herself from the venom in Malfoys voice. "Lets go." Steven hugged her good bye. Malfoy walked away after glaring at him. Everyone looked at Mr. Black.

"Veela are protective. Highly protective of their own veela. He thinks of you as no threat." Hermione sighed.

"Bye Steven." She hugged him once more before Malfoy came back. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from her own home and pulled her to the limousine.

"Please Hermione." The Minister of Magic started. "If you just give it try. It's going to get harder and harder,..."

"Get in honey." Malfoy said.

"My name isn't honey, bastard.

"That hurt." She tried to get away.

"Fine. Dear." He mocked.

"That,..."

"Get in the fucking car or I'll kill them all!" Artimeus Black yelled from the front seat.

"Let's see you try old man." Malfoy countered as he shoved her into the limousine. She tried to climb out but he climbed in blocking the door. The Minister of Magic was telling the driver something. He joined them soon. Once they were away from Hermiones home, she became frantic. Malfoy grabbed her arm and yanked her over his lap. "Calm down." He whispered as he held her down.

"Let me go! Please!" She begged.

"Hermione, we cannot change what your Grandfather has done. It will be easier to give in and enjoy him." Hermione didn't say anything. "A wizard's way of getting marriage is completely different from a muggles. You'll live with him and his Grandfather in his Grandfathers house for six months. In time Malfoy will court you. You will be provided with books that help explain this." She still didn't move or say anything. "Wizards marriage is,... well,..." he thought for a moment.

"A kinky sex ritual that we must perform every night for three months." With all her might she pushed herself off his lap. Not in disgust. She had to admit, he had a nice body, even though he was a jerk.

"You're not serious?" She asked the Minister of Magic indubitably. She nodded his head softly. "No. No way." She leaned back on her side of the seat. Malfoy scooted over to the middle. She passed him a questioning look.

"If I provide you with a port key to your parents house will you no try and run?" Malfoy asked sincerely.

"I don't want anything to do with you." She spat.

"I don't want to turn out like my parents. He rapes her. I don't want to rape you. They argue and fight. He literally knocks her down." He was furious. She sighed. "You get your own bedroom. A bathroom joins our rooms."

"Maybe I can find a puppet for you. Then I can go home."

"The only way you can go home is if I die." He spat.

"May I continue?" The Minister of Magic asked. "This is irreversible. You must spend three hours together every day. Awake. In the same room." He enunciated looking at Hermione. "Once a week you must do something together. You cannot make her bathe with you, strip, or have sex with you."

"Small miracles." They ignored her small comment.

"There is something you have to see." The Minister held out a picture. It was their Grandfathers shaking hands. "That's when they signed the paper. There is limited sexual behavior before marriage." Malfoy growled softly. "No intercourse, no oral sex, no foreign objects." Hermione looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "What?" Malfoy had matched her look. "You haven't fully tapped into them. Both of you haven't. Your sexual appetites are going to sky rocket. Very few people know how to control it. The women veela are very flexible." Malfoy looked at Hermione. She turned a bright red and crossed her arms and legs. "Both of you are insatiable."

"Great." Malfoy wasn't sarcastic. His eyes held a little sparkle.

"Grow up." Hermione scoffed.

"Make me."

"Your father wished to speak with you." Mr. Black interrupted through the window.

"He can kiss my ass." Malfoy muttered. "I've talked to his ass enough lately." Malfoy turned to face Hermione crossing his legs in the seat.

"It's about your farm." Hermiones eyebrows shot up. "Six thirty."

"You talk to him."

"No. You're the one who wants to farm and get dirty and sweaty. Disgusting. Can't see why anyone would want to do that."

"I'm human." He yelled in exasperation. She prayed he didn't do anything. If she was scared, she froze.

"Don't forget about your function coming up." Mr. Black reminded Malfoy casually.

"I know." Malfoy rolled down his window and whistled. "Stop the limousine." He yelled. When it came to a stop he climbed out. She saw a motorcycle on the side of the road. He grabbed her arm and yanked her out. She stood there as he climbed on the motorcycle. "Get on." Something in his voice told her he wouldn't put up with it.

When she made no move to get on he grabbed her arm and jerked her on. To keep from getting hurt she swung her leg around it. He gave her fair warning before taking off - the limousine was too slow. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt - safe. Neither were wearing helmets but she felt safe.

He reached around and pulled her closer, her thighs pressed against the back of his. She didn't know where he was going, she just knew it was near. He made a left. They continued down the same road for nearly twenty minutes. A huge mansion came into view. When he parked in front of it she scooted back as far as the seat would allow her. He sighed and climbed off. He muttered he'd be back in a minute. He came back out with his wand.

They were off again at a slow speed. He drove slow enough that she didn't have to sit against him. She had one hand resting on his side, the other on the seat. Every now and then he drove into the other lane to let other cars drive by at their normal speed, but he never sped up.

Music was playing. It was an island beat. Uncle Kraker, Drift Away. It was country for Mr. Prince Farm Boy Malfoy slash Veela Man. He didn't seem to mind the fact of all the Veela things going on.

When they got to another mansion Malfoy made her go in with him. It was Mr. Blacks house. It was dark. Real dark. The living room was humongous. Dark. Huge portraits decorated the walls, dark colored couches, tables, rugs, floor tiles, wall paint. It was all so dark. Malfoy seemed to be studying her as she looked around.

I'll show you around later, sweety." The name caught her attention.

"What happened to Granger and Mudblood?" She asked with as much animosity she could muster. He sighed.

"One, you're about to be my wife, two, you're mine, three, I'm mostly veela. I can't help it. He stressed the last sentence. Rolling her eyes she cast her gaze o the rug she was standing upon. As she ignored Malfoy and his grandfather her emotions hit her.

Fear, fatigue, stress, anger, hatred, confusion. Every anxiety emotion flooded her, swarmed in on her like a dementor to the happiest person in the world. She prayed they didn't see her tears. She turned and ran as fast as she could. Someone was behind her, catching speed. Her legs stretched, her muscles pulled.

Once she crossed the paved road, a quarter of a mile from inside that horrible house, she jumped a low fence. He caught up to her. They rumbled to the ground - rolled, fought, pinned, re-pinned. He straddled her upper thighs, his feet tucked between her legs immobilizing her from her hips down. Her arms were pinned above her head, a visible twig sticking out of her hair.

"Let go!" She yelled. "Help!" She wiggled. "Help!" a car drove straight by. "Fucking bastards." She yelled after them tugging at her arms. He held tighter. They were both panting, yet his facial features didn't change. "Get off me! Leave me alone." The more frantic she became the more emotional she was. She was shaking with silent tears. "Don't touch me asshole."

"Shh. You shouldn't say such things." he cooed - still not angry. "Why'd you try to run?" His voce was soft, gentle. She took a deep breath - and wailed as loud as she could. It was a piercing pitch. His eyes closed slowly. "Calm down, Sweety. It'll be all right. I'm not that bad." She couldn't breathe. "You'll see. Do you want to go to the function with me?" She stared at him in shock. "You don't have to. I just thought it would be nice if you came with me." He moved both her hands to one of his and began plucking a few twigs out of her hair. "You could stay here. Shower, sleep, explore, yell, learn. Got a huge library. Might be something in there you don't know? Learn more about Veela. Most of the books are in my room, but I'll move them to yours. Need to see your room?" He pulled her to her feet. She stood there in shock.

Malfoy wiggled all the twigs out of his hair then returned to pulling things out of hers - which was still in a small bun.

"Can I take your hair down?" She stopped breathing long enough to feel dizzy. "Of the bun I mean?" She was too much in shock to speak, let alone the simple task of breathing. Without her answer he untwisted her hair and finger brushed the rest of nature out of it. There were small waves in her hair all the same general design. "Back inside." He gave her lower back a small push. As she slowly walked he watched her hair. It almost swept to the top of her rear. "Your hair looks nice." She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

He already felt rejected, hated by her. She had the right. The way he'd treated her, yet how she was safe because of him. She must hate me, he concluded. I'd hate myself too. I did just walk into her home and take her from her family.

"Thanks." She muttered softly. She spun her hair back up into a bun and bolted down the road. It didn't take long for him to catch her. He wrapped his arm around her waist. Her feet left the ground.

"Stop running." His voice, gentle as it was, was commanding.

"I don't deserve this. Let me go."

"You deserve better, I know."

He's lost his fucking mind, she thought to herself. What the hell is wrong with him? He's crazy. I'm crazy. This is just a really bad nightmare. A really, really, really, really bad nightmare. That's it. It'll all be fine in the morning. Like every other bad story. No. She started crying.

"Please don't cry." He begged as he set her feet back on the ground. "I didn't mean to hurt you." It took them ten minutes to get back. "I'll show you to your room." He grabbed her hand. She pulled her hand away and followed him.

Why does she hate me? He asked himself in agony. I'm, I hope I'm not hurting her. Did she have a boyfriend?

"Did you have a boyfriend?" He asked abruptly. She replied negatively. I'll bring you those few books in a moment." He muttered.

Her room - adjacent to his by a two yard wide hallway - was huge and luxurious. The floor was a nice fluffy brown color with tan walls. A small chandelier in the middle of the ceiling gave a little highness to the room. A large circular bed sat against the far wall covered with a light blue quilt with black lace around the edges. A mahogany dresser on the east wall, a window from ceiling to floor with dark brown curtains. There were two doors in her room.

The bed had black sheer that hung from near the ceiling to floor all the way around the bed. Three large fluffy pillows lined the head of the bed. A small stool sat beside the left side of the bed.

One picture - a sunset - decorated the wall. It wasn't a bright orange but a purple sunset over a lake with mountains in the background and trees near the front.

"This is the closet." He stood near the door that was closest to the window. "And this is the bathroom. I have a door to it on the other side. There is a lock so you can lock it when your in here. Just try and remember to unlock it for me please. There's a hot tub in there too. I only use it every few days." She didn't say anything. "There's a small fridge in my room if you need anything like a soda, small snack." He left leaving her door open and went into his. He came back with the books he promised her. "Artimeus will tell you when dinner is ready. He can't pass through the hall doors. Only we can. I'll be at the function." He stood there for a minute. "I'll,... see you later babe." He left closing the doors.

She stood there for a minutes staring at the lovely room.

"What the hell." She walked over to the bed, pulled back the sheer and jumped on the bed. It was softer then it looked. She laid there for ten minutes with a small smile on her face. A knock on her door made her jump. Quickly she straightened her bed, closed the sheer, and answered the door. It was Malfoy with her picture and fat notebook. He handed them over to her with a small simple smile. Slowly she took them. He stood there for several seconds.

"Thank you." She mustered. He shrugged.

"Are you going to attend the function with me?" he asked hopefully. She didn't answer. "Thought so. Bye then." he turned to leave but looked at her. "You forget the corner." he pointed to the bed. She hid her smile the best shw could when she saw the quilts corner was on top of the bed. The door closed and she laid her things down on the bed and looked at all the clothes in the dresser and closet. The dresser had shirts, pants, skirts, shorts, pajamas, socks, panties, bras. The closet was a little different. It held beautiful dresses matching shoes, scarfs, coats, stockings, jewelry. She stared in awe at the rings and necklaces. She wasn't much for bracelets or earrings. There were several cute purses. They were small, leather, white, black, red, and forest green.

A small brown cloth thing sat on top of the side stand. It was full of money. A note was with it in beautiful handwriting.

'My Dear,

This is your money. It's for you. Please don't try to give it back. Spend it on anything you want. I'll buy what you need..

D. M.'

She liked the way he wrote his initials. She left the money in its brown casing and set it back on the side stand on top of the note. Once she got used to the look of her room she left. She wondered down the halls looking for the exit. As soon as she found the front door she was gone.

Hermione ran as far as she could without having to stop. Her stomach was hurting when she began walking. It didn't take long for her to find a barrier between the two worlds. She couldn't seem to get it to work. Everyone that past told her to just go home. They made her angry. Her stomach began hurting more and more. It was normal when was angry.

An hour later she found herself near a small party type thing. Lots of rich people. She stood staring at them for a moment. She could hear the music and see lights. Her stomach had stopped hurting. She ignored it. Once a few feet from the actual party square she saw Malfoy avoiding certain people (girls) and drinking clear liquid. He turned her way shaking his head. Oh shit, she thought. He didn't see her thankfully. She walked quickly down road close by. Her stomach began hurting once more.

A car drove past sporting the Weird Sisters to her amusement.

"Miss?" Someone called. "Sir Malfoy told me to come get you." she saw the old man. He was running with a limp. He looked to be about eighty or so. She hurried her walk. His run was slower than her walk. She felt sorry for the old man. She began crying when she came to a stop to allow him to catch her. He accompanied her to the limousine. "I'll fetch Sir Malfoy." He said calmly and closed the door.

Hermione sat against the side of the car in the seat curled up with her head in her knees. She began crying harder. Her stomach had stopped hurting though. By the time Malfoy climbed in the back she had tear stains on her knees. He sat close to her and rubbed her arm. She jerked away.

"Why do you keep trying to run?" He asked quietly.

"I don't want to be here." She muttered. A girl knocked on his side door.

"Yes?" He answered after he rolled down the window.

"Can you give me a lift home?" A woman asked nicely.

"Sure." Malfoy opened the door and climbed out. "I'll tell Greg." The woman had a nice bod, abundance of breasts.

"Who are you?" The woman asked Hermione.

"Granger." She replied casually.

"His Veela." She muttered. "Poor you. I almost got trapped in one."

"How did you get out?" Hermione asked in earnest.

"Kill him." The woman sighed. "My man was Veela. He wasn't stupid, but he blew himself up."

"I can't kill him." Malfoy climbed back into the limousine and sat next to Hermione.

"So Granger's your veela." She stated.

"Yup."

"Too bad." He glared at her. "I meant getting stuck in a no exit marriage."

"I don't want an exit." She shrugged.

"I didn't either." He sat back and stroked Hermiones upper arm momentarily.

"I do." Hermione chimed in crossing her arms. It was visible that Malfoy was hurt by what she said.

"Are you going to eat first or go to bed?" He asked quietly after a few minutes.

"Thought I might just fall asleep and wake up at home." He growled. "You aren't a dog. Don't growl at me." He refrained from growling and sat back. The woman that was riding with them was dropped off before he spoke again.

"Why do you treat me like this?" He asked. When he grabbed her hand she jerked away.

"You deserve it."

"How?" He wasn't angry.

"You show up at my house and basically kidnap me in front of my parents. I have to marry you in six months. Hello. I thought you were smart."

"I don't mean to scare you." He apologized. "What do you want for supper?"

"I'm not hungry." He stopped talking.