Corruptive

Chapter 2 - Cinammon

Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters in this story except for Chantelle.

Last Chapter - "We'll see who the pathetic one is when the time comes, Granger," Draco said, suddenly standing up. "We'll see." With that, Draco turned around and headed for the door.

"W-What do you mean, when the time comes?" Hermione's smile faltered. Draco just smirked and continued walking. He reached for the handle.

"Draco? What do you mean?" Hermione repeated.

"You'll find out soon enough, Hermione," Draco smirked, opened the door, and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. For the second time in a short span of ten minutes, Hermione felt tears prickling her eyes. She screamed aloud in frustration. Why was this happening to her? What did she deserve to do this?

'It's because I'm a Mudblood,' Hermione thought miserably. 'A worthless, filthy Mudblood.'

Hermione sat on Draco's bed crying for some time after he had left. When it finally seemed as though she had no more tears left to cry, Hermione realised that she was quite hungry. She looked up at the chains that bound her - there was no way she was getting out of them unless, as Draco had said, he released her. She felt horrible, like a puppet on his strings, having to oblige to each and every one of his commands...

Hermione shuddered and shook those thoughts out of her head.

She looked around the room, hoping an answer to all her problems would just pop up out of no where and solve everything. Of course this didn't happen but an idea hit her.

"Malfoy?!" Hermione called out.

Nothing. Just as she had expected.

Oh well. Time for plan B then.

Hermione began kicking and screaming, attempting to make as much noise as it was humanly possible. In less than thirty seconds later the door burst open and none other than Draco Malfoy rushed in, closing the door hastily behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Malfoy yelled running over to the bed. Hermione ceased kicking and screaming immediately.

She put on the most innocent smile she could muster and complained, "I'm hungry." Malfoy stared at her with a raised eyebrow shaking his head at her.

"I'm not a lunch service, Granger," Draco snapped.

"What so you're just going to let me starve? I'm sure your father wouldn't want that!" Hermione laughed. Draco looked as though he were about to say something but then seemed to realise who he was talking to.

"Stay here," Draco commanded and quickly left the room.

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice, does it?" Hermione muttered to herself. She yanked on the chains just for the hell of it. Hermione began wondering why she wasn't afraid. She knew she should be afraid... but why wasn't she? Maybe it had something to do with the helplessness of her captor. She could tell he didn't really know what was going on. Maybe another reason she wasn't nearly as scared as she should have been is because she knew him. Even if he was the most egoistic bastard in all of Hogwarts.

Hermione didn't have much more time to think of her being kidnapped after that thought as the door opened again and in came a maid wheeling a trolley full of food.

"Well that was quick," Hermione murmured under her breath. The maid wordlessly wheeled the trolley up next to Hermione's bed. She was quite young, maybe three to four years older than Hermione at the most. She had blonde shoulder-length hair, bright blue eyes and was rather pretty. Hermione looked up at her, wondering why such a young girl would be working as a maid for Malfoy. She blonde girl looked nervous as she shakily placed a tray of food on the table beside Hermione's bed. With the jug of orange juice, the girl poured Hermione a drink. Her hand was shaking so violently she had to grab the jug with both hands. Sadly this didn't seem to help because suddenly the jug flew out of her hands and fell to the floor. The glass shattered and juice flew everywhere, drenching the maid and the carpet and even managing to spray Hermione. The maid screamed and burst into tears.

"Hey, don't cry. It's alright, it'll come right off!" Hermione said, trying to calm her down. She began to reach for a cloth on top of the trolley to help clean it all up but the chains stopped her from doing anything. The young girl continued to cry and cry.

"Did some of the glass cut you? Are you alright?" Hermione asked, now quite alarmed. The girl, still sobbing, violently shook her head.

"Have you got a wand on you?" Hermione asked quickly. Just as Hermione had suspected, the young witch was so emotional that she nodded, dug into her pockets and handed Hermione her wand. Hermione thought quickly.

"Alohamora!" She said softly, pointing at the chains. Nothing.

"Diffindo!" She cried. A small cut appeared in the chain. Hermione smiled triumphantly and began repeating the curse. "Diffindo! Diffindo! DIFFINDO!" Until eventually the chain bounding her left wrist came free from the wall. She repeated the process for the chain on her right hand until all she was left with were the manacles and a small length of chain hanging from each wrists. That was the best she could do in this small amount of time.

"Evanesco!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing the girls wand at the mess on the floor. The orange juice disappeared from the floor and the girls clothes. Hermione sighed a breath of relief. The girl was now only sobbing softly into her hands, kneeling down on the floor. Hermione didn't see what all of the fuss was about. She didn't really care either. She needed to be careful. Anyone could have heard the young girls cry and could come rushing into the room at any moment. Hermione didn't want to get caught out of her chains. She knelt down beside the girl.

"What is your name?" Hermione asked in a warm tone. The girl looked up, surprised to see Hermione kneeling there beside her.

"Chantelle," the blonde whispered through her fingers.

"You work here for Malfoy, Chantelle?" Hermione asked. Chantelle nodded.

"Okay Chantelle, well I really need your help. Do you know where the nearest way out is?" Hermione asked quickly. Chantelle looked at her strangely for a moment before clapping her hand over her mouth.

"You're Hermione Granger!" She exclaimed, horrified. Hermione looked a little taken aback.

"Yes, I am."

"No, no, no, no, no! You shouldn't be out of your chains!" Chantelle wailed. "You should still be in the bed! Oh Gods.... I'm going to get into trouble-"

"No, Chantelle, listen to me! You can escape with me. Just please help me, I need to get out of here!" Hermione exclaimed. Chantelle shook her head, more tears falling down her face.

:"No, I can't! I'm already in enough trouble!" Chantelle cried sobbing uncontrollably. Hermione looked down at her sympathetically. She wanted to help her, but this was her only opportunity to get out. The girl didn't seem too keen on taking Hermione's help anyway.

"You wont help me?" Hermione asked.

"No, I can't! Give me back my wand and get back into the bed!" Chantelle ordered weakly, still sobbing. But Hermione ignored her. Something had caught her attention. Well, to be more precise, this something was brought to her attention by her nose. A smell, obviously - it was coming off the food. But what was it about the food that stole her attention?

It was a familiar smell. Not a smell you smell everyday though. But more a smell you've smelt once or twice before and when you smell it again you get a sudden sense of familiarity.

Hermione sniffed the food and suddenly realised where she had smelt it before.

Muggle Studies class! Hermione almost slapped herself in the head for being so stupid! She should have remembered.

The smell on this food wasn't all that unordinary. In fact, it smelt of cinnamon. Now usually pumpkin soup, bread and vegetables don't smell at all of cinnamon, which is why it caught Hermione's attention.

It was a drug - a Muggle poison, actually, that makes the consumer dizzy and eventually unconscious.

"You were trying to poison me!" Hermione exclaimed in horror. Chantelle, who was caring way to much about herself to even realise what Hermione had said, ignored her comment and began wailing again.

"I want my wand back!" She screamed. "And I told you to get back into the bed!"

"I can't do that, Chantelle. I'm sorry," Hermione said. She began to raise Chantelle's wand to perform a spell.

"NO!" Chantelle shrieked, covering her face with her hands. Sadly for her, this did nothing except perhaps add a bit of drama.

"STUPEFY!" Hermione called over the top of her. Chantelle's body went limp and she fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. Someone definitely would have heard that scream; it was louder than the ruckus Hermione was making earlier and that got Draco's attention in under thirty seconds.She had to act fast. It wasn't for a while after this that she was able to again think of Malfoy's reasons for using Muggle poisons to sedate her.

Hermione ran over to the door. Quietly she opened it and peered outside. It was a wide hallway, its walls, floor and ceiling all made of stone. A rich green coloured carpet ran along the floor and portraits of the Malfoy Family's Ancestors decorated the walls. But there was no one out there.

Hermione quickly crept out into the corridor, careful not to make a noise.She kept to the walls, the portraits eyeing her curiously. They all had the same eyes. Malfoy eyes. A pool of cold grey just waiting to consume you...

Hermione tore her eyes away and continued walking. Suddenly she heard something that made her blood run cold.

Footsteps. Running. Closer.

She had to clap a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Hermione sprang back. Any second now whoever the footsteps belonged to would come running out of the corridor just metres in front of Hermione. And she didn't want to be there when they did.

So she ran, silently, back through the corridor, back the way she came.

Why the hell is there only one door in this corridor?! Hermione thought incredulously. And why is it just my luck that it's the same one I just came out of?!

So Hermione had no other choice but to run back into Draco's room. She made it just as Draco rounded the corner. As quietly as she could, she closed the door and rushed inside. Her eyes searched the room for a hiding place.

Urgh! She almost screamed in frustration! Chantelle was still lying on the floor unconscious; she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Hermione had another sudden risky idea; she was getting quite good at that now. Hermione scrambled behind the door just as it swung open, scarcely missing Hermione.

"WHAT NOW?!" Draco bellowed. There was a stunned silence. Hermione held her breath. She felt the beating in her heart ramming so hard against her chest that Draco must be able to hear it.

"Chantelle?!" Draco gasped, though didn't sound too sympathetic or concerned about the poor girl. He seemed to be more shocked that Hermione had managed to escape rather than the health and state of his maid. Hermione saw Draco pull out his wand as he paced into the bedroom. He bent down next to Chantelle and checked for a pulse. His expression didn't change - it rarely did from its constant smirk - but Hermione knew Chantelle was alright. Though she did wonder how Draco may be feeling in a few seconds.

Just as Draco was about to turn around, Hermione sprang up out of her hiding place behind the door and yelled, "Expelliarmus!" A very surprised Draco was thrown backwards into the table with Hermione's food on it and his wand flew into Hermione's free hand. Draco hit the table with quite a force, sending soup, bread and vegetables flying in every direction before smashing into the wall behind it and falling to an unmoving heap on the floor. He lay there, seemingly unconscious for quite some time. Hermione stood there frozen, a wand in each hand, staring down at the mess she had created.

Woops... was the only word that came to mind. Finally she came to her senses again, shook her head and began to run towards the door. Once at the door, and about ready to close it shut, Hermione heard a noise. She span around and saw Draco - still on the ground - but no longer looking so dead. He had a wand in hand - Hermione's wand! - which must have still been in his pocket from when he had confiscated it from her earlier. Before Hermione could react, Draco sent a spell flying towards her which hit her square in the chest.

Hermione wasn't quite sure what spell he had used, but she soon found herself on her back on the plush green carpet, slightly winded, both wands rolling away from her on the floor.She feebly reached for them but it was no use. Just as she was getting her breath back, Draco had crawled over to her and grabbed the front of her robes, pulling her up towards him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Mud-.. Granger?!" Draco demanded. Hermione barely notice him forcibly not call her Mudblood, which, in many circumstances, she would have been quite thankful for. But the pounding of her heart and the raggedness of her breath got the better of her and she found herself utterly helpless.

"Stupid little bookworm thinks she can escape from me... Well pay attention, Granger, 'cause I'm only going to say this once more; you cannot escape!" Draco hissed before hauling Hermione to her feet by her robes. Hermione winced and gasped aloud in pain at the ferocity of his actions.

Suddenly it were as if a switch had been turned on in Hermione's brain.

Danger! Run! GET AWAY!

Hermione, in all her panicking, lost her balance and threw all her weight on an unsuspecting Draco. Draco let out a startled cry as he took as step backwards and tripped over Chantelle's unsconcious figure. He fell to the ground beside his maid with a thud which was followed by another thud as Hermione landed on top of him. Hermione took this as her chance to get away. She made to get up but Draco grabbed her arms and in an instant threw her onto her back, leaving him on top of her.

"Pathetic, weak, little Granger... what did I tell you about not being able to leave?" Draco teased. Hermione thrashed her arms, but they were pinned on each side of her head.

"Let go of me, Malfoy! Get off!!!" Hermione screamed, trying to escape from his clutches.

"Manners, Granger. This is no way to treat your host!"

"Well then if your the host, I'm most certainly the guest and the guest SHOULD BE FREE TO LEAVE!!!" Hermione cried hysterically. Draco laughed at her.

"Should be free to leave... should be. But isn't - at least for you!" Draco smirked.

"Get off me, Malfoy, this instant! I'm warning you-"

"What are you going to do, Granger? Scream at me? Oh no! Somebody please help me! I getting screamed at by a stupid bookworm!" Draco mocked her.

"Urgh!" Hermione screamed in frustration, thrashing about more than ever. Draco stared at her, a strange glint in his eyes - an almost crazy glint. Hermione returned a fearful gaze, which was just what Draco wanted. Slowly he moved his face closer to hers, until their lips were just inches apart, their noses almost touching. Hermione could feel Draco's hot breath on her face. Her eyes widened as his eyes closed and he moved closer and closer until.....

A/N - DAMN! I sure am getting good at stopping just when it's getting good, huh? Well, if you want to know what happens next... I DEMAND REVIEWS! :P:P:P lol, well, actually, reviews would be nice! If I get at least 5 reviews for this new chappie, I'll make sure I post another one within a week! Hows that for a deal? :):)

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