AN: okay, so here is my newest story...erm i've been writing this for a while and i finally got around to putting it on here but i'm too lazy to put it on dA ...XD oh well...so yeah here it is...please review when your done i'd actually like to know whether i should continue this or not...maybe...

DISCLAIMER FOR EVERY CHAPTER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ALL PEOPLE, SITUATIONS, PLACES ETC. WERE CREATED AND AR,E OWNED BY JK ROWLING I AM IN NO WAY ASSOCIATED NOR APPROVED BY JK ROWLING AND THIS STORY DOES NOT MAKE ANY PROFIT...

Hermione pushed the door open with her hip, carrying the groceries with her. Placing them and her keys down on the table, she closed the door to her flat, locking it in the process. Sighing, she unloaded her food, taking out the mayonnaise and turkey to make a sandwich. She placed her meal on a plate along with some potato chips.

Walking into her living room she kicked off her shoes and curled up on the couch. She grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. Turning the channel to the news she watched in interest as the anchorman explained the current events.

After an hour she flipped the TV off and walked to the kitchen, putting her plate in the sink. She would take care of it before she went to work. She worked in the ministry as an aura, but mostly in the Ministry library. She felt at home with the books, and she felt safe there.

Walking into her bedroom, she changed from her work robes to a set of pajamas. Walking over to her dresser she started to remove her earrings and pulled her, now controllable, curly hair into a sloppy pony-tail. She blinked back unshed tears as she stared at a picture of her parents.

After the final battle, they were killed in a raid. She came home one day, to find them. Ron and Harry both had tried to cheer her up from her misery, but failed miserably. She would spend nights alone, crying herself to sleep often, plagued by nightmares of finding more of her friends or family.

Moving from the picture of her parents, she let the tears fall freely on a picture of her Harry, and Ron at Hogwarts. It was taken at Hogsmade, on a trip in their 6th year. She moved to her bed, silently slipping under the sheet.

Ron had been killed sometime after her parents were killed. A new Dark Lord had begun to rise, taking all for himself. This time though, Harry was powerless to stop him. There was no prophecy she knew of that told of Harry defeating this one. That slimy, insufferably git was none other than Draco Malfoy.

She loathed saying the name, it felt like poison on her tongue. She hated him more that Voldemort even. He was the one who had ordered the hit on her parents; she wouldn't be surprised if he was there that night or even the one to kill them. She lulled herself to sleep with fantasies of torturing Draco in every way possible.

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Hermione jerked awake to the sound of someone opening her door. Silently, her hand slid under her pillow, where she kept her wand. The wood was held firm in her hand, curses ready to be thrown.

She didn't have time to react before her door, and most of the wall, was blown away. Raining splintered wood and debris everywhere. Shielding herself from the dangerous objects, she didn't see who caused this, had entered her room.

She quickly hopped up and threw a curse at the hooded figures in her room. One moved on each side of her, avoiding her failed curses effectively.

"What are you doing in my home?" she shouted to them. One stepped forward and pulled down his hood. His black hair cascaded down his face, covering up his dark eyes. She recognized him from school, Blaise Zambini, one of Malfoy's 'followers'.

"This is no longer your home, Hermione," he said darkly before raising his wand and muttering a spell. Hermione's body slumped forward, being caught before hitting the ground.

The hooded figures left, leaving her flat in ruins, a note on her bed for anyone who might come looking for her. Carrying the unconscious woman in his arms, Blaise muttered another spell, effectively making it so she wouldn't be waking anytime soon.

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Draco trudged through his front door, wiping his feet clean on the mat. He called for a house elf to take his cloak and went upstairs to his study. Entering the room, he saw a tray of hot tea and a pastry waiting for him.

Sitting in his chair and propping his feet up, he shuffled through the papers on his overly cluttered desk. Sighing, he lifted up an envelope, addressing him in Blaise's neat handwriting, and tore in open. A locket and a piece of parchment fell out.

He picked up the locket and examined it closely. It was green and silver, the Slytherin colors, and had a heart with a snake twisting around it. On the back the inscription said, 'When one lives, they lose. When one loves, they win.'

He pulled out the parchment, and set the locket on the tray. The only sound was of the fire crackling behind him.

Dear Draco,

Happy Birthday my dear friend! Man, you are getting old! 21 years old already! Anyway, I wanted to get you the perfect gift! She's waiting for you in your room. I knew you were always fascinated with this one in school. To wake her, kiss her and she'll be under your control. She will do anything you demand; the spell will make sure of that. Put the locket on her too, it will strengthen your hold, weaken her will, and it will prevent any escape.

Your closest and most trusted friend,

Blaise Zambini

Draco sat at his desk, mindlessly twirling the locket around his fingers. Blaise always gave him a girl for his birthday, but one that could leave. This one, she would be his slave. Do his bidding whenever he wished, whatever he wished.

He grinned at the thought. Who could it possibly be? No one had interested him enough in school. Pansy made sure to keep the good ones away, the little whore. She was now somewhere in the world, cowering from him.

Getting up slowly, he grabbed the chain the locket was connected to and walked the dark hallway towards his room. He only wondered who it could be on his way there. Opening his door, he saw the silhouette of a small woman on the other side of the curtains on his bed.

Climbing on he looked at the girl up and down. She was wearing a short nightgown that reached mid-thigh, exposing much of her legs. The top came down and showed off her breasts lovely and had spaghetti-straps, exposing her neck and shoulders. It was a dark green, the material obviously silk.

Running his hands along her shoulder, caressing her face, he stroked her hair. It was shiny, the light reflecting off of every curl she had bringing out the cherry highlights in her brown hair. He looked at her face more closely. Her plump, full lips looked delicious, and the few freckles she had made him want her even more.

It wasn't until he heard her mumble something in her sleep about 'Harry' that he recognized her.

"Ganger?" he asked aloud, disbelieving the fact that the mudblood bookworm he so loved to teased, was now a hot little thing, he couldn't wait to ravage. It just didn't fit, but who was he to argue?

It was true, Granger always fascinated him. She had his respect, though he would never admit it to anyone. He was interested on how she could so easily resist the 'Slytherin Sex God', when all other girls swooned at the sight of him. She was good in a battle of wits too. Her insults came sharp and quick, easily hitting any nerve.

Smirking, he placed the locket around her neck, fastening the chain. The locket lay delectably in the cleavage of her breasts. Smirking at all the things he could do to her once she was his, he bent his head down and kissed her roughly.

She moaned slightly as her eyes fluttered open. Sitting up slowly she looked around her surroundings before her eyes lay upon the smirking man in front of her. Jumping back slightly, her eyes narrowed as she reached for her wand.

He shook his head, silently laughing at her, "Do you think I am that stupid Granger?"

She snorted, "Yes, I do Malfoy!" She spat out his name like it were poison. Which to her, it was.

Crawling towards her, he held a gleam in his eye, one that made Hermione want to question his sanity. He proceeded to lean in towards her, him, the hunter, and her, the prey. She leaned back and backed up slowly. She stopped when she hit the bed post and he climbed towards her.

He stopped when he was a mere few inches from her face, grinning wickedly. He breathed in her scent and lazily stared at her. A slight blush stained her cheeks and when he reached up and stroked her cheek, she shivered slightly.

"Kiss me," he finally demanded. She looked at him as though he were insane.

"Have you gone mad? I refuse to kiss you!" she shouted in his face, earning a glare from him. If looks could kill, she would be dead in an instant.

"I demand that you kiss me now!" he said forcefully, a smirk on his face. For some reason, she had the urge to kiss him. She flung herself on him. Grabbing her waist, he crushed her lips to his, to which she responded to.

Straddling him, she unbuttoned his shirt and started to kiss him again.

"Very good, Granger" he whispered huskily into her ear. Her eyes widened at the realization of what she had done. Scrambling off of him, she fell onto the floor and just lay there, trying to figure out what had just happened.

"What did you do to me?" she asked Draco, as she climbed back on to the overly-sized bed.

He chuckled darkly, grabbing her chin and lifting her head so she had to face him, "You belong to me now Granger; you are mine and only mine. Do I make myself clear? Good." He crawled under the green silk sheets and lay there. Hermione sat where she was, unsure of what to do.

"Are you coming to bed?" he asked, bringing Hermione back to reality. She crawled up next to him, and slipped under the sheets. They were so soft and warm; she couldn't help but sigh in pleasure. She hadn't gotten one decent night of sleep in so long.

She could practically see Draco smirking, even though her back was turned on him. She felt his arms snake their way around her waist and bring her closer. Sighing, she snuggled closer to the warmth his body gave off and slipped into a dreamless sleep happily.