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Hermione's eyes blinked open, and she was greeted with a bright light, flooding through the window. Wait... Where is she? What's happened? In a panic she attempted to lift her head to get a better view of her surroundings, only to be met with an agonising pain that shot down her back, she was unable to contain her groan of pain.
"Ahh so she's finally awake." A dark voice came from the other side of the room and she froze. Forgetting herself, she tried to turn her head again to see whom it came from and again was met by the same agonising pain. "Mmmm." She groaned. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the light, as she noticed the sea of green and black she was surrounded in.
She heard a mumble of a woman, "She's awake now, you can use the counter curse." A tingle ran through her body, and she found herself able to move again. She turned her head and gasped at the sight before her. Lucius Malfoy stood with the same smirk as his son but to Hermione, looked even more evil. His arm was snaked around Narcissa Malfoy's waist who stood uncomfortably with a worried look on her face. As her eyes trailed across the sight before her, she was met with the cold grey eyes of Draco himself, only he wasn't smirking, but looked angry. Startled at waking up to such a sight, she sat up, trying to retreat, hoping it was all just a bad dream and she hadn't fully awakened. Only now she has realised both her ankles and wrists has been chained to each of the bed posts, loose enough for her to sit up, but not escape. "What's going on what's happening?" She asked, struggling to breathe.
Lucius approached her, reaching his hand out to cup her face, "Ahh look at her trembling, not so brave now are we mudblood." She pulled her face out of his hand, only to have a fistful of her hair pulled back, forcing her to look into his icy blue eyes. "You'll learn not to defy me mudblood, I assure you."
Her eyes began water from the steel grip in her hair. "What do you want? Why on earth am I here?"
"Well it's quite simple really, but I'm sure a know it all like you will have several questions in which you can ask my son. Now mudblood, you're here as you are to be wedded to my son Draco-"
"You have to be kidding", she said hysterically, "as if in a million years I would- ahh", she was silenced by Lucius' hand pulling her head back further.
"Never talk to me again mudblood unless I ask you a question!" He boomed. "As I was saying, you are to be wedded to my son. Not yet, obviously, but from now on you will stay here. Plans have been sorted to keep your parents happily out of the way. You will do what he says, when he says, if not, he will not hesitate to punish you. Mark my words girl you will obey. You will be moving to Slytherin house and will share the room I got from the ministry with Draco, it is the largest student room in the school so I'm sure you'll be able to make yourself... Comfortable. I will be away this summer, but my wife won't. You are to do whatever she tells you and will address her as ma'am and me as Sir, Draco will tell you how he expects you to behave. Understand?"
With the grip in her hair, she had no choice but to agree, "yes", she replied through gritted teeth.
Again, he yanked her head back and snarled. "Yes what?!"
"Yes Sir."
"Better", he said, releasing her and turning to go out the door.
Regaining her courage, she practically yelled, "you couldn't possibly get away with this, I have Dumbledore, my best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, and I have several more. What you're doing is completely illegal and my parents will never believe you!"
Lucius turned slowly and slithered up to her smirking. "Ahh Miss Granger, I was waiting for you to say that. You see, I come from a very high up place in the ministry, trust me when I tell you they'll believe me over you making these ridiculous claims. But of course we wouldn't want to risk that. So I took a little trip into the muggle world and visited your disgusting muggle parents and they weren't in. So I left them a note from you about this holiday saying how you regrettably wanted to stay here and felt Mummy and Daddy needed time together along with a little present. If you breathe a word of any of this to anyone, you will trigger the curse I have set and your parents will be tortured to death, and, well... We wouldn't want that would we?" He said, his eyes lit with humour.
"The same result will happen if Potter or Weasley snitch, so I suggest you make sure they keep their traps shut, or you can say goodbye to Mummy and Daddy, or not in your case. To Dumbledore and all the other people who insist on sticking their noses into everyone's business, you will make out that you are happy and have chosen this. I'm sure you can guess what happens if you fail to perform. In other words, you must face your fate, and spend the rest of your life serving Draco, or be the reason for your parents deaths." With one last smirk, he walked away, swiftly followed by his wife.
It was only once they had left that Hermione noticed the tears that had slipped out of her eyes and were now pouring down her face. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? When she finally thought her life was perfect, it got flipped upside down. She couldn't believe something this crazy could happen. She was in what she presumed was Draco Malfoys room, chained to his bed! Shoot, she forgot he was still in there. She realised she had not moved from the awkward sitting position she was in, and was determined to get away from Draco. The cuffs around her ankles and wrists didn't seem ridiculously tight and in her desperation, she began to pull on them, hoping she could slip free. After frantic pulling at the chains she gave up, collapsing on the bed and sobbing.
"Quite finished Granger?" She could hear the humour in his voice. "You know if you just asked I would have let you out of them."
"Yeah right you're just a lying, evil little ferret." She plucked up the courage to say.
"Well, since you don't believe me, I better leave, you are after all the brightest witch of our age, I would hate to prove you wrong." And with that he left slamming the door behind him.
Too tired to think or do anything more, she fell onto the huge mattress, tears still running down her face and drifted into an inky blackness of sleep, no longer filled with laughter and hope.