A/N: I felt bad for leaving such a crappy chapter so, here's another – hopefully better D:
Chapter Three: Sex Slave.*Draco POV*
"Are you alone?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Of course I am you idiot! Now open up before someone sees!"
"Prove that it's you, mother." My mother wouldn't ever never ever call me an idiot, I was her favourite son, her only son, I made her proud.
"Boy if you don't open this door-" Yep, that was her, typical tone she always used at me when I wouldn't let her in my room when I was being a prick to her, back at the manor.
"OKAY!" one thing I was certain, you didn't want to get on the wrong side of my mother, even if I was her son.
I gently opened the door, wand in hand. That's when I saw her, her beautiful soft face, and long dark hair, no matter how hard her typical day was, she was always beautiful around me. It didn't bother her how hard my piece of shit father hit her, when she was around me; she always had a magical smile upon her face, smiling down at me. She was my saviour, my protector, my everything.
"My boy!" She stepped into my waiting hug, and what sounded like, starting sobbing into my shoulder.
I panicked, I hadn't heard my mother cry in a very long time, well, at least not in front of me, it made me feel small, like a child, like when my father had once hit me for calling him 'an old git' for not letting me fly my broomstick after dinner one night, that was probably one of the last times my mother had cried whilst hugging me. I felt guilty, like it was my fault she was like this. I had to stop it, It just felt…wrong.
I let go of the hug, and pushed the door shut behind us. I turned back around to where my mother had walked to, what I saw made my stomach drop. She was staring at Hermio- GRANGER on my bed. This is NOT going to be pretty.
"Mother, it's really not what it looks like!"
"Oh, isn't it?"
"Yes, it isn't. She's got clothes on!"
"And you're topless!" she crossed her arms. "I came here to see why you were still in London, when you clearly told me you were going to Australia to hide, but no, you're here, in London, shirtless, with a girl in your bed!"
"Mother, do you know who she is?" she shook her head. "Hermione Granger, that's who. Now you know, I'd never sleep with a girl like her. She's a-a-" I hesitated.
"A what Draco? A very mature, wise, beautiful young lady that would be a very nice change for you, instead your usual choices for girls?"
"Mother-"
"Don't you 'mother' me Draco. You should know better! You have, for years said that you were not your father, so maybe you should prove it." She walked to the couch and sat down.
"I'm sorry mother, but-"
"No, stop. I've had enough of that discussion, now come sit, and explain to me why you are still in London." I sighed and walked over to the couch, grabbing a clean shirt along the way.
"I can't leave." I sat next to her, and put my head on my hands.
"And why is that?" she started rubbing my back. "Because of her?"
"What? No. I just ran into her." I lifted my head and looked at her, she smiled.
"You can tell me dear boy, you know I won't mind. Love is love."
I moaned. "Mother, I do not love her." I shuddered at the thought. "We merely ran into each other and she had an accident."
"An accident? What happened to her?"
"She fell, I took her to St. Mungo's and she's fine." I put my head back in my hands, man I was tired.
"And yet, she's here, asleep in your bed." I could hear the smirk in her voice.
"Can we not? She passed out okay? I don't know where she's staying."
"Okay so why are you here?" she stopped rubbing my back, and I heard her stand up and walk to the far corner of the room. "Would you like some tea son?"
"Yeah alright. Well, I was about to leave, you know, get on a plane, muggle style. But I can't leave you here with him."
I stretched out on the couch, and put my feet up on the small crooked coffee table, my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. I knew my mother, and I could tell that with Granger in my bed, this was going to be one hell of a night.
"You know I'm okay silly! I've been okay for over 18 years." She walked back over to me and handed me the cup.
"Mother, you're not okay. How many times did he hit you before you came here? Wait, how'd you find out I was here? How'd you get here without him knowing?" I took a sip.
"Well, I'll always know where my son is. I have connections. And your father's out doing god knows what."
"I know, trying to kill me, therefore I'm god."
"You're funny boy. But I don't think he wants to kill you."
"You saw his face when we left, he was furious. I'm surprised you even went back to the manor."
"The manor is my home Draco, whether he's there doing what he does, or not."
"I can protect you mother, let's go away together, we can do this." I set the cup down, and put my hand on her knee.
"Draco, I can't. You know this. I need you to be safe. I need you to hide." She had tears in her eyes.
"So while I hide, he seeks? What if he finds me? You wouldn't even know if he found me, I'd be dead and buried before you were even close to dying."
"Don't say that Draco, please. We'll figure this out. I'll sort it all out."
"How mother? He's unstoppable. I can't just let him hurt you while I hide. I will not hide forever. He'll get what he deserves soon enough."
"Draco, don't do anything that will get you killed."
"I'm stronger than you think Mother. Now, I'm dying of exhaustion, we need sleep."
"Yes, yes son. I'll be off. Now, you be safe, and look after you're little girlfriend dear." She stood, about to leave.
"She's not my girlfriend. And you can stay here…" I pointed to the floor, Draco you idiot, she's not going to sleep in this dump.
"Draco, I'm going home. I love you my boy, be safe, and I'll see you when I can."
I stood up, walking her to the door. "I love you Mother." I hugged her, than she left.
*Hermione POV*
I woke up disorientated. I hadn't a clue where I was. I was in a bed, I could tell. I was freezing, I was certain. But… how'd I get here? I rolled over, my brain still cloudy. Where the hell am I?
"Oh good, you're up. Bout time too. I'd like my room back please."
I sat up, wiping my eyes with my hands, that's when I felt a searing pain in my arm. I winced, and grabbed it, however, me grabbing it made it worse. I grunted in pain, tears filling my eyes. This is not a good morning.
"Oh right, here take this, it'll help."
Who was that? Oh god, I've been kidnapped! And I'm tied to a bed, oh no! I'm a sex slave! CRUD!
"Granger! Will you take the potion so I'm not standing here, with my hand out like a fucking retard?"
I opened my eyes, the room was spinning, so I closed them again. This was diffidently the worst morning in history.
"Oh fine, here, open your mouth."
What? NO!
"Get your dick away from me!" I screamed, moving to my side, which led to more throbbing pain in my wrist.
"What? My dick isn't even near you! Now open up!"
"I'm not your sex slave! Okay!" I attempted to move away from the voice, so now, I was on my stomach, my arm under me, burning with so much pain I could strangle someone, which gave my kidnapper complete access to my ass, FUCK.
"Sex slave? The fuck are you on about?"
"Leave me alone!" I muffled into the pillow.
"ARGH. Hermione sit up so you can have this stupid potion the doctor gave me."
"NO!"
At that, I felt hand holding my shoulders and rolling me upwards, into an awkward sitting position. I tried opening my eyes again, but the room continued to spin.
"Ahhh, my head." I said groggily. It sounded more like 'give me head'. Fuck! He's ganna rape me! Fuck! NO NOT FUCK. CRUD. SHIT. GOD HELP ME.
My mouth was forced to open a little, and a liquid was poured in. In an instant, I felt better. My arm stopped burning and went into a soothing numbness, and I felt relaxed. I opened my eyes, the room wasn't spinning anymore, and took in my surroundings.
I was in fact, on a bed, but my arm wasn't tied up like I had thought. It was wrapped in bandages, and my clothes were covered in blood. What the hell? I couldn't remember a thing from the night before, what the hell happened? I kept looking around, I was in a room, in fact I was pretty sure that I was in a Leaky Cauldron room, but mine was meant to be the opposite way around, the door was meant to be on the other side of the room…
"Oh good, you're awake. Now-" I gasped. I knew the voice.
I looked up to where it was coming from, there in the corner, was Malfoy, leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup in his hands. He looked dreadful, his hair was unusually messy, and clothes looked like they'd just been put together.
"What-How-Why-"
"Yes I know, it's all very confusing, but if you don't mind, I'd like to get on with my day…"
"Malfoy, explain." I said standing up.
I wobbled, and almost fell until a firm hand gripped my waist, hoisting me up. "Careful, I don't wanna have to take you back to the loony bin okay?" he held me till I was right on my feet, then let go and walked back to his position against the counter.
"I need an explanation." I winced, my arm throbbing again. He sighed.
"Go get changed then. You look disgusting. Then meet me downstairs, I'm sick of this view." He walked over to me, so I began to walk, just finely, to the hallway.
When we got there, "Which room is mine?"
"How am I meant to know? You ran into me at the stairs." He pointed to the staircase.
I checked my pockets, feeling something, I pulled it out.
"Voila, a key. Now run along." He walked back to his room, closing his door.
I walked to the room the key had on it, room 36. I opened the door and stepped in. None of my belongings were here. Shit. Then, I noticed a rugged brown owl in the window. I walked over to it and took the envelope, it flew away.
Hermione,
I'm sorry about my ill-forsaking brother. He's a tool. So I've packed a small bag of your things, it's waiting for you to call it. You know, Accio Hermione's bag, hopefully that works. Anyway, mum had a go at Ron, and Lavender at that! Oh you would've loved to see the argument!
I hope you're alright, and not too upset,
I'll see you with Harry on Thursday.
With all my Love (Well, you gotta share with Harry!)
-Ginny xo
I was still confused on the details, but I remembered that I was meeting Harry on Thursday at Gringott's. Thank god Gin's coming!
"Accio Hermione's bag!" I heard a thud and turned around. There, on the floor, was my lovable purple duffle bag. I went over to it, and opened it. It had some clothes in it, some personal items, and my money bag.
I walked into the small bathroom, ready for a shower. I was covered in dried blood, it really was disgusting. I undressed and threw the clothes on the floor, and jumped in the shower.
An hour later, I had gotten all the blood of off me, exception of my arm which was in a waterproof bag. I still had to ask Malfoy about what the heck happened. I jumped out, wrapped a towel around me, and walked out to my bag. What the hell do I wear to a meeting with Malfoy? I shivered, and it wasn't the cold.
I eventually threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, a crème flow-y top and a vest. I grabbed my purple sneakers from the bottom of the bag and walked over to the mirror. I quickly dried my hair magically and put on a little make-up. My arm was still throbbing a little, so I conjured up a sling and put it on. The throbbing stopped a little.
I walked out the door, making sure I had my key and walked down the stairs.
I looked around, however I couldn't see him anywhere. I walked over to the counter.
"Excuse me, did a-"
"He's around the corner, in the alleyway." He never looked up. Creepy dude.
I walked outside, and cornered the alleyway. I took a few steps in, and then I saw him. He looked so different to when I remembered him last, he had put on a few pounds, which was good, because it filled him out. He was leaning against the wall, one foot propped up. As I got closer, I could tell what he was wearing: Navy blue straight-skinny jeans, a printed tee, and grey hoodie. I walked up to him, he hadn't fixed his hair. I shrugged, it looked better that way.
"Oh, and she finally decides to join. 'Bout time, cause I'm starving." He pointed to the way I had come. "Shall we?" I just nodded, dumbfounded.
He brushed past me, leaving Goosebumps on my bare arm. I turned and followed him back out onto the street.
"It's just a muggle café, you know, so they won't find us, ah, me." He paused and waited for me to catch up to him.
"Don't look so confused Granger, It's creeping me out." He put his hand on the small of my back and led me into a tiny London café called Lantana. He guided us to the back corner, where he sat down in a booth.
"You ganna sit?" he pointed across from him. I sat. "What's the matter?" he looked at me with a crooked smile. "Afraid?"
"I'm not afraid of you Malfoy."
"And she speaks!" he smiled. Wait, did he just smile? I must be losing it.
"So…" I began, then a waitress came to our table.
"How can I help you this afternoon?" she smiled, and looked at Malfoy, clearly liking what she saw.
I glared at him. "I'll have a sandwich with the lot, and a coke, and she'll have-" he looked at me expectantly.
"Just a coffee thanks." I was still glaring at him. She walked away.
"Not hungry Granger?" He smiled again.
This kid must be on some sort of drugs, he isn't normal!
"I'm guessing you want me to start with your arm…"
"Is that the start?"
"Well, it was with me. I don't know what happened before that, nor do I care." Aha! A hint of the real Malfoy!
"Well…" I made myself comfy, as did he.
"Okay, so I was coming out of my room, and headed for the stairs at normal speed of course, then BAM! You crash into me. You fall over, I freak out and run-"
"You ran? What did you think I was ganna do? Push you down the stairs?"
"Don't interrupt me Granger." The waitress came back with the drinks and food and walked away. Malfoy began stuffing his face and continued with the story. "-so I'm running cause I don't wanna die-"
"You thought you were going to die?" I interrupted. He glared, but continued.
"-Then I see my exit and make, then I don't know where to go, cause I'm about to die, then you come up behind me, which made me reflex and I pushed you down, which must've been when you did that-" he pointed to my arm, mouth full of food. "Then I dragged you to the alley, cause I still thought I was ganna die, and you kept saying my name, and I really thought I was ganna die, then we fought a little, and you passed out. So I rushed you to St. Mungo's and they helped, but I swear I saw these hoo- people that were there, that I knew, and I brought you back. Then my mother came over and claimed you were my girlfriend-"
"WHAT?" I almost spat my drink out at him.
"I know right? Totally ridiculous. Then she fucked off, and I had to sleep on the couch. Oh, and when you woke up, you thought you were my sex slave and yadda yadda." He continued eating his food.
"I- what?" I was beyond confused.
"What's confusing about that?"
"I didn't hear half of it because your mouth is stuffed with food!" I couldn't help but smile. Typical boys. "I'm going to the bathroom." I stood, but once again was caught off-balance, Malfoy caught my arm.
"You right?" he looked worried. Malfoy? Worried? Never!
"Ah, yeah." I looked at him, concerned.
At that moment, a familiar voice caught my attention.
"Lav, seriously, can't we just go to Hogsmead or something, this is… not my sort of place!"
"Oh Ronny, you'll love it just wait until you taste the food!"
They were walking to where Malfoy and I were, without thinking, I jumped on top of Malfoy, he was facing me anyway, so that I was lying on his stomach.
"What the hell Granger!" He pushed my shoulders up, allowing me to realise the pain I put myself into. One: I was lying on Malfoy. Two: My arm was searing with pain.
"SHH!" I put my free arm across his chest, giving me enough space to take my arm out of its sling and lay it across his chest, propping my good arm on the seat next to his head, I looked over the seat.
Ron and Lavender were sitting 2 seats away from us. There was no way of escaping without them, or anyone else noticing.
"What is it?" He whispered.
"Ron and Lavender. Be quiet, please!" I looked at him. Oh, this is so awkward! And freaking Uncomfortable!
"What? I thought you and Weasel were together?"
"Huh? No, he cheated on me with her."
"Well, as much as love being your sofa, I'd much prefer leaving this crummy place." He rolled from under me, onto the floor; somehow, however, he was gentle to not hurt me anymore than he had. "Coming?" He was standing next to the booth with his hand out.
I repositioned myself so I was lying on my back with my one free elbow propping me up, I looked at him quizzically, and he winked back. I smiled, and sat up, taking his free hand. It was warmer than mine by a heap, realising I was freezing. He took out his wallet, letting go of my head for a mere few seconds, and dropped some bills onto the counter. He grabbed my hand again and pulled me through the shop, stopping at Ron's table.
"Oh, hey Weasel, And ah, whoever you are." Ron's face turned a deep red when he realised we were holding hands, he was about to say something when Malfoy led me through the café, to the exit.
"MY NAME IS LAVENDER YOU TWAT!"
"DON'T CARE!" Malfoy screamed back.
Once we were out and in an alley, Malfoy apparated us somewhere.
When I opened my eyes after feeling hard ground, Malfoy had let go of my hand, had his hood up and was walking to a nurse a few feet away. What is he doing? When they approached me, I was putting my arm back into the sling.
"How are you dear? Nice to see you on your feet again." She smiled politely. I looked at Malfoy. He was looking at the nurse. "Come this way dear, the doctor'll be in there in a minute, same room mister Winter."
"Thanks" he replied and placed his hand on the small of my back guiding me to god knows where.
"Where are we going Malfoy?" I whispered.
"Winter, I'm Thomas Winter, and you're Jane Fletcher." He kept walking.
"But-"
"Where here." He guided me into a room, closed the door, and shut all the blinds, he then shoved his hood back.
"What's going on Malfoy?" I looked at him.
"Sit on the bed."
"What?"
"Just do it Granger." He sat in the chair, putting his head back, and closed his eyes.
I did what he told me to do. As soon as my head hit the pillow, darkness surrounded me, taking me into a sweet slumber.