Chapter 3.
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Hermione awoke to rustling cloth, she groaned and cracked her eyes open. The light was blinding and draped a hand over her face. There was a slight pulse between her thighs, making her wince as she tried to sit up.
She looked forward and realized that the noise had come from Malfoy, who was adjusting his robes, smoothing his hair out of his eyes. He had showered, she had noticed.
Of course he had.
Couldn't have germs on him all day now could he.
Rolling her eyes, she moved her feet over the side of the bed, and then shamefully realized that she was still naked. Squeaking, she tried to cover herself.
This caught the mans attention.
He raised an eyebrow at her, but noticed what the issue was.
Rolling his eyes, he stalked over to his closet, fumbling around for a moment, he plucked up a maroon robe and tossed it at her.
Hermione looked at the material, it was silky, smooth, rather beautiful if she dare say it.
After her own shower, she dressed, tried to tame her hair, and opened the door. She gasped when she ran head-long into a chest. Almost toppling over, she grabbed onto his sleeve to refrain from doing so.
Growling, he snatched his hand away from her.
"Well, if you wouldn't stand in the middle of the bloody entrance way, I wouldn't have ran into you Malfoy." She bit out the words, feeling the anger surge through her.
Silence.
"There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you Granger." He told her, pointing his finger at the bed.
It wouldn't kill him to say it in a nice way.
"In my house, you are to stay where I tell you to stay. You are not to wonder, as I'm sure you've thought about doing. You are not to go into the dungeons, or when he is here, you are not to go into the parlor. Is that understood?"
Silence.
Rolling her eyes, she ran her fingers through her hair, "Anything else...master." She sniped at him, putting emphasis on the master part.
"Yes."
Standing, he turned his back to her.
"In my house you will be treated as my wife. But, in this world, in the pureblood world, the wives, the women are to do as they're told. Especially the ones who have husbands who are in the inner circle of the Dark Lord."
The words made her nauseous. He sounded proud of himself!
"Well. If you think I'm going to sit here and tell you that you're not a sadistic sociopath you are sadly mistaken Malfoy. I'm not going to hold your hand, and I'm not going to listen to the awful things that you have to do for that murdering bastard!"
Silence.
Slight rage consumed him, she was going to make this as difficult as possible. He was foolish to believe that she would try to take the mature route and make it semi easy on herself.
Silence.
Stalking over to her, his form loomed over hers on the bed. His silver eyes looked like storm clouds, the swirling mass of grey easily displaying his anger.
She had made him mad, but didn't care in the slightest.
Breathing in through his nostrils, he threatened her coldly, "You'll do this, or be beneath me every-night Granger."
Silence.
Gritting her teeth, she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, "You complete ass."
Smirking, he continued to glower at her.
"Now that you know some of the rules, I do hope that we can learn to exist in some kind of peace."
Silence.
That wasn't likely.
Looking at her fuming on the bed one last time, he left the room.
Hermione was glaring daggers into his back as he took his leave, she saw a small vase on his night stand, plucked it up, and chucked it at the wood as he shut the door.
"Prick!"
Hermione laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, she had no intentions of leaving the room today, she was frightened of what she would find if she did. She had a distinct feeling that Voldemort wasn't here anymore, his aura of dark magic had seemed to dissipate, signaling that he wasn't in the walls anymore.
Thank Merlin.
Suddenly, there was a loud pop on the other side of the room, which made her sick up quickly to look at who had entered.
It was a little house-elf, its wide-eyes staring at her. It wore a little rag, covering its body parts from view.
A girl elf.
"Hi Misses, my name is Rosey."
Hermione got out of the bed, and smoothed out her robe. She came around the side, and knelt down next to the elf, extending her hand out, "Hello Rosey, I'm Hermione Granger."
Silence.
The elf flinched so hard at the witches hand, Hermione thought she might have sprained a neck muscle.
"No. Rosey, you need not be afraid of me. I will not harm you. Nor will I allow others to do so in my presence, alright?"
Silence.
The little elf was still looking at her hand warily, which made Hermione rather angry. She didn't need to be told that the Malfoys abused their elves.
"Master Draco told Rosey to check on the Misses."
Hermione sucked in air at the misses comment, "Rosey, you don't have to call me misses, I'd actually prefer it if you didn't, my name is Hermione, just call me by my name."
Rosey looked taken aback, and suddenly ran over to a little lamp on one of the end tables. Taking it, she started to smash it against her head. Hermione watched with horror, and darted over to the little elf, taking the lamp from her hands.
"Stop that Rosey!"
The little elf then started to hit herself in the head, collapsing to the floor.
Hermione looked on with absolute horror, what had she said to elicit such a response from the elf?
"Rosey, Rosey, please, stop it!" She yelled, finally.
She stopped.
Hermione was stunned, she had never seen such a tantrum from any house elf before.
"What exactly did I say to make you punish yourself?" She asked the small creature after a few minutes of silence.
Rosey stared up at her tearfully, "Rosey understands that Misses is just trying to be nice, but you mustn't be nice, not to Rosey."
"What? Why ever not?"
"You are the mistress, I am a house elf, we're never supposed to casually talk Miss."
Hermione let the words sink in, it made her very uneasy. Why was everything so completely backwards here? Everything was so bleak, and dark, twisted, and unnerving.
"I've taken it you've been hit several times.." Hermione asked, letting the question tether off, leaving the elf to look at her in silence.
That was all she needed.
Tearing out of the room, she descended the stairs, her anger near to bubbling over.
"Malfoy!"
Silence.
"Malfoy!" She yelled again.
A door opened to the right of her, down the long hallway, and she saw a white head poke out.
"Damn Granger, what the bleeding hell is it? Are you trying to wake the portraits, they won't take kindly to a mud-blood being in the mansion."
She glared at the stupid remark.
"Yes, well, if they hate me so much, I'll be more than happy to vacate the premises."
He sneered, and straightened up his attire. "What are you calling me for?"
She glared at him, folding her arms together.
"Do you abuse your elves?"
Silence.
Draco quirked a brow, and shoved past her, making his way to the kitchens.
"I'm talking to you!" She called after him, following his movements.
"No, you're demanding me."
What an immature little brat.
"Bloody right I'm demanding you. It's bad enough that I was forced into this marriage to you, but I'm not going to sit idly by and watch you smack on helpless creatures!"
Draco smirked, but looked at her now. "I take it you've heard this from one of my elves. Pray tell which one."
Hermione backtracked, seeing that malicious glint in his eye.
"I wasn't told a damn thing, seeing them frail, and lined with bruises says it all! God Malfoy, you really are nothing but a damn bully!"
He flared his nostrils at her.
"Elves are meant to be servants Granger, and we don't beat them, they beat themselves when they do something that we don't like. Or do something that they think we won't like."
Hermione scoffed and threw her hands up in the air.
"You're telling me, here and now, that you have never put your hands on one before?"
Silence.
"Yeah, that's what I assumed. Coward till the end aren't you Malfoy?"
That comment got under his skin. Giving her a cold look, he fiddled with the wand in his pocket.
"Don't speak of things you know nothing about Granger. Don't stand there and pretend to know who I am."
At that comment, he turned, and started walking away from her.
Hermione gave a dark chuckle, and followed him, not caring that she was getting on his last nerve.
"Oh please Malfoy, don't act like you're some kind of puzzle that no-one can figure out, and don't try to act like you're not an evil little git! I mean, look at the situation you've put me in! All over some stupid school rivalry?!"
Draco rounded on her, drawing up to his full height.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about Granger, and if I were you, I'd drop it!"
Hermione didn't though, she was much too far gone at this point.
"Then enlighten me Malfoy, since you're so complicated, why don't you tell me who you are! And why you decided to put yourself and myself in this predicament!"
He advanced on her, grabbing her arm and shoving her into the wall behind her.
"I don't have to explain a damn thing to you." He breathed in her face.
Hermione just stared at him, watching the many emotions cross his face. She just looked down and started to shake her head, suddenly feeling very exhausted. He wasn't worth it, he wasn't worth anything. She had always had it in her mind, that maybe Malfoy wasn't as bad as he seemed, that maybe, he put on a front for everyone. But, she was wrong, and that mark on his arm proved it.
She could feel the tears blooming in her eyes suddenly, she absolutely hated him, everything that he stood for and everything that he was.
Shoving away from him, she felt the droplets slide down her cheeks, she roughly wrenched her hand across her face. Letting out a sob, she turned to look him in his face.
"I hate you Malfoy, does that make you feel better? I'll hate you today, tomorrow, and that will never change!"
At those words, she turned her back to him, and bounded back up the stairs, to the little room, and slammed the door.
Malfoy watched her go, not allowing her words to get to him.
Stupid woman.
He wondered how they were going to coexist with each other, at this rate, it would end up in a double murder.
Malfoy stood in the hallway for a few moments, just closing his eyes, listening to the dead silence of the house.
I hope you enjoyed, this is kind of a filler chapter. We'll meet new people, and probably have new fights in the next chapter.
As I said, this will not be a lovey dovey, I love you after two days thing. And the sex, they had to have sex, or Voldemort would have done something very terrible. Like make them consummate it in front of all of his followers. Which would be humiliating.
Also, this story is rated M for language and sexuality. Just, throwing that out there.
What is the room that Draco came out of?
Hm.