Hermione fumed in the aftermath of the kiss Draco had given her. He slapped the man, but this seemed to only make him more attracted to her as he touched his cheek and a smirk appeared on his face. "Oh Hermione dear.." he trailed off. 'You must be smitten," he cooed to her cruelly as he went to sit on the bed in the room.

The young witch's eyes widened. "Are you touched in the head Malfoy? Why the hell would I want to stay here and be your 'mate'?" she questioned as she remained where she was in the corner, afraid to move given how crazy he was acting... She didn't want him to think of doing anything more to her. "I wasn't good enough for you at Hogwarts remember? I even punched you in our third year! You always called me a filthy Mudblood Malfoy, none of this is ringing a bell?" she questioned, voice shaking slightly.

Draco remained silent a moment, shrugging at her question. "Do you recall the day you punched me?" he questioned softly. "Yes.. you only stood there in shock.. didn't try to retaliate.." she trailed off. "I would never harm you.. I love you Hermione.. This part of me always has... My father just kept me from going after the witch of my dreams.. It wouldn't do for the next Lady Malfoy to be a mudblood.. but now that he's in Azkaban and I'm the head.. I can be with you Hermione.. and I do intend to be with you," his eyes still glowed the eerie green they had from before.

"But Malfoy! You must understand, I have a job-," he cut her off "You shan't need a job anymore deary, obviously I can provide for you. Do you think us purebloods allow our women to work? Hmm... simple muggle men treat their wives like pigs, forcing them to work and then taking their money to spend on themselves.. That shan't do for a lady of your class. All you'll have to do is sit pretty Hermione love.. won't it be wonderful? You are my mate, I can provide for you,". The young witch fumed at that, trying to think of something he wouldn't have a 'plausible' argument against.

"What of my cat? You can't expect me to leave my only pet behind! He'll die without me there to take care of him Malfoy," the blonde merely smirked at her words. "Already taken care of. The orange fuzzball already seems quite smitten with my own siamese. Maybe they'll have kittens," he purred at her. "This isn't you Malfoy! What is wrong with you?" Hermione demanded as the blonde stood and crouched by her once more, smoothing her hair back.

"You're right, this isn't that snobby little Draco you're so used to. This is me, your mate. I haven't a name. I need only be Veela to you. As that bloody muggle writer Shakespeare would say, 'what's in a name?'," he questioned with a smirk. "You're bloody bonkers," Hermione countered as she stood. He seemed ready to retaliate, but a tremor shook the well built blonde. "Seems Draco isn't so happy with my.. forwardness. Nevermind him. I expect you dressed in what I provided for you for lunch. Till then," he hummed before stepping back outside.

Hermione rushed toward the door, only to find it locked. Without her wand she was pretty much hopeless. She knew she wouldn't be able to get out. She glanced at the skimpy white dress he'd left for her to put on once more, and felt the complete helplessness of her situation. It seemed the veela within Draco wanted her to be completely submissive to him.. which pissed her off to no end. She wouldn't bend to his will like some hopeless housewife What would her ancestors think if she'd done that? After such strong women had fought for their rights to turn back progress? Not likely to happen.

Left to take in what had happened, the young witch sighed and finally picked herself off the floor. She wouldn't sit and be desperate.. she'd find a way out. There was a window in the room, and she quickly walked to it. Ha! The fool had forgotten to lock it. Opening the window, she found she was about five stories up.. that wasn't likely to help her. So perhaps she was helpless...

Figuring for now all she could do was sit and wait, the young witch decided to take a shower. She stripped out of her clothes and left them on the bed, and then went into the full bathroom. She had to admit it was lavish.. it seemed the veela did want to take care of her. And perhaps she would let him.. if only he'd approached her kindly instead of forcing her into being his mate.. Then maybe she decided, she would be able to like Draco.. he was certainly better than Ronald Weasley!

The picture she'd seen of him and Lavender snogging while she sat unaware in the background had opened up old wounds. Her mind went back to the day she'd found out about the affair. It had been her wedding day. She'd been dressed all in white, with Ginny her maid of honor, and Harry their best man. But then Harry had run into her dressing room.. At first, she'd naturally been angry.. But then he spouted out about how he could no longer keep it a secret.. He'd known of their affair as well.. Sweet Harry. Sweet innocent Harry had actually believed Ron when he'd told him that it was only a one time thing.

He'd naively accepted his best mate's words.. Why would Ron lie to him? But then on the very day of her wedding, when Harry had gone to fetch Ron that morning, he'd caught him in bed with Lavender Brown yet again. That was when he'd decided he had to tell Hermione.. and she was already dressed, and the wedding set.. All of it wasted because of that prick and his whore! He'd even asked for her ring back, as if she'd give it to him! She'd sold the thing.. looking back now she wasn't sure if that had been clever or not.

But she'd been bitter, and it had made her feel better to be rid of it, and to have a bit of pocket money to pay for rent in her new flat. None of the Weasleys had judged her. Mrs. Weasley still treated her as if she were one of her own daughters.. but it felt awkward now to visit them with what all had transpired. She didn't think she could go back to them.. not after what had occurred.

When the water began to get cold, the witch sighed and decided it was time to stop letting her thoughts wander to the past. After all, she had more than enough things to worry about at the present. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her curvy body and padded back out into the room, intent on changing back into the clothes she'd taken off. But, it seemed someone had taken them.. and in place left a note. 'I noticed you left your lovely dress on the bed. Thought I'd have it dry cleaned for you, I hope you love the one that I've bought you even more. I'm sure you'll look beautiful in it. I await our lunch with baited breath - Draco Malfoy~'

"That bloody prick!" Hermione seethed as she stared at the skimpy material. She supposed it was better than being naked.. But only just. The pervert probably wouldn't mind looking at her naked! Shaking her head, she slipped the white dress and its matching white undergarments on and then studied her reflection in the mirror.

The skimpy white outfit had a low neckline, and a skirt that hardly covered her ass. "I swear, I'm going to castrate him," Hermione hissed as the door opened to reveal Flower, the house elf come back to fetch her for lunch. The little thing shook as she announced her intention, and Hermione merely shook her head and followed her down the steps toward a large lavish dining room, one would think associated of the Malfoys.

Slytherin tapestries decorated the room, and a large oak table sat in the center sat with two place sets, across from each other. Seeing this, Hermione relaxed a bit. At least the prick wouldn't be able to mess with her too much set all the way across from her. She was still pissed off she even had to put up with him at all.. but she supposed she had to. She was his prisoner at the moment.

She took her seat, and waited for the prick to arrive, and soon he came waltzing in. "Ah, you do clean up nicely don't you Granger?" Malfoy cooed as he sat down across from her. "I see you're back to your normal self," Hermione commented, and she was never so happy to hear his typical sneer in his tone.. His eyes seemed back to silver as well. Strange.

"Care to explain to me what the meaning of this is?" Hermione demanded as house elves came in and places various foods around the entire table, and a steak on each of their plates.

"It's a bit.. complicated," the blonde trailed off with a sigh. "I think we have the time," Hermione countered as she took a small bite of her steak. She didn't feel like eating.. Felt sick to. But the elves watched her nervously, as if they were afraid they'd be punished if she didn't enjoy the meal and so she felt she should eat at least a small bite of it.

"You met my veela half earlier I believe? You see, I am part Veela.. I don't personally care for you Granger. No offence but know-it-all Gryffindors have never really done it for me. But you see, being a Veela has it's catches.. and I can't procreate unless I have the child with my mate, else I can't impregnate another," he explained.

Hermione's eyes widened. "So you don't even love me? This is just about securing an heir?" she questioned. Malfoy shrugged. "My veela wants you. That's enough. I'm just happy to infuriate the Weasleys," he smirked. "You really are a pig, you know that Malfoy?" Hermione questioned as she pushed herself a way from the table.

"A pig I may be darling, but I'm afraid you're stuck with me."


So the update was sooner than I anticipated! I'm out sick today, so I figured I should do something a big productive. But I really should be studying for exams. Oh well, I hope you guys enjoyed it and feedback, positive or negative is much appreciated.

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