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The days flew by without as much as one word from the happily married couple.
Hermione had only ventured out of her room to explore in the gardens for a little bit. She had to admit, while she was looking at the white, red, and purple roses that the Malfoy's had a green thumb. Or, hired someone who had an amazing green thumb.
She didn't figure that such dark people could come up with such a beautiful garden.
Rosey would visit her sometimes. She'd have short conversations with the elf, then she'd pop out of the room, leaving her in silence again.
There was nothing from Malfoy, and for this, she was grateful.
Malfoy sat in the library, rereading the same sentence of his book over and over. He was flipping a page absentmindedly, when a shine caught his attention. He looked down at his left hand, seeing his 'wedding' ring shining back at him.
He wanted to wrench it off and set it on fire.
But he couldn't.
Sighing, he slammed his book shut, set it back on the bookshelf, and left the library.
There was a knock on the front door. He walked over to the entrance, looking out the peephole, seeing a mass of black hair.
Blaise Zabini.
"Good day Draco." The darker wizard said to him, plastering a smirk on his face.
Malfoy opened the door wider, motioning him to come in.
"I hear congratulations are in order." He told the blonde wizard, removing his light jacket, and hanging it up.
Malfoy glared and turned around, passing through the parlor doors.
"If you've come to gloat, or harass me about my predicament, you can leave now Blaise."
The darker wizard took a seat, looking around at the blackened room. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little thrill of fear go through him.
"I take it this is the room he resided in when he stayed here?"
Malfoy glared, but nodded, conjuring up a decanter of firewhiskey, and two glasses. Flicking his wand, he poured a generous amount and handed them to his classmate.
Zabini raised his glass, smirking, "To a happy marriage."
"Fuck off Blaise."
Silence.
"Where is the Misses? She must be here somewhere? It's unlikely you'd allow her to leave, she'd probably try to make an escape."
"Clearly." Malfoy drawled.
"Have you two had any type of conversation with each other?"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow, taking a swig of his drink.
"What do you think? The only thing there's been is a fuck, and arguing."
Blaise choked on his firewhiskey. Looking up at the blonde wizard, he realized that he was not joking.
"Y-You got in her knickers?"
"The Dark Lord threatened if we didn't, there'd be a price to pay. And, I'd rather not be tortured into madness."
Blaise nodded, but continued to watch the blonde man.
"How was it?"
Silence.
"It could have been worse I suppose. At the beginning, she lay there like a lifeless corpse. Which in itself, made me uncomfortable. Felt like I was fucking raping the damned witch."
Zabini nodded, understanding that would make any sane man uncomfortable.
"And?"
Malfoy took another swig, prompetely refilling the glass.
"I finished. And so did she."
Zabini grinned, and sat back.
"Congratulations bloke, I'm sure once you two get past this little hate phase you're going through, you'll get to the amazing sex."
Malfoy looked at him. "Yes well, I highly doubt that Zabini. And even so, she's so bloody judgmental towards why I joined the blasted death eaters."
Silence.
"Well, have you bothered to tell her why you did?"
"Please. She'd never believe me, and besides I don't owe her an excuse for anything. It's not like I asked to be married to her. I'd rather marry a house elf."
Blaise rolled his eyes. "One mate, that's disturbing, and disgusting."
"What did you come here for Blaise?" Malfoy asked finally, trying to pull the topic off him and Granger.
"I only came to warn you that tonight the death-eaters, and the Dark Lord will be here. They're having a meeting."
Malfoy squeezed his glass.
Fuck.
Blaise watched as Malfoy clenched his glass so hard, his knuckles whitened.
"Calm down Malfoy. I understand."
Malfoy regained his composure, and stood up.
"Well. Thank you for telling me. I guess I should get the misses ready."
Blaise grinned, and downed his glass of alcohol.
"Well, I'll take my leave, I don't want to be here when the love hits the fan."
Draco escorted him out. After shutting the door, he looked at the stairway, dreading telling Granger what would happen tonight.
They would probably have to have sex again, for formalities sake. And so gossip wouldn't start about them.
Damnit.
Rubbing his temples, he shoved away from the door, and started up to her room.
Hermione was staring out the window when she heard the door open. She looked up to see Malfoy step in and close the door behind him.
Glaring, she looked back out the window, "You could at-least knock on the door."
Malfoy straightened his shoulders and sat in one of the chairs by the door. "I don't have to knock on the doors that are in my own home Granger."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but decided not to say anything.
Silence.
Malfoy decided to break the silence, wanting to get this over with.
"There is to be a meeting here tonight."
Silence.
Hermione looked at him, and sneered. "So, do you want me to join in, or do you want me to keep out of sight Malfoy?" It wasn't exactly a question, it was more of a demand, meant to catch his attention.
Malfoy sighed and stood up.
"Granger, I need you to be a little bit more understanding towards our situation. When this stupid war is over, maybe we could get this marriage annulled."
Her ears perked up at that.
"And we do that how? What if Voldemort triumphs?"
Malfoy turned to face her, snapping, "Don't say his bloody name in my presence."
Silence.
"Fear of the name, increases fear of the thing itself Malfoy."
He rolled his eye at her ridiculous response.
"I don't expect you to join the happy meeting downstairs. I do however, expect you to treat me with a little bit of decency, so questions don't arise."
Hermione didn't respond, just went back to staring out the window. "Does your precious 'lord' really expect me to be happy about this arrangement he's forced upon me?"
"It was meant as a punishment, but Granger the punishment could have been a lot worse."
She glared, turning her hateful expression to his face.
"You think so? Cause I think this is as bad as it could possibly get."
Taking a step towards her, his voice got lower. "I promise you Granger, it could be a lot worse."
Silence.
Hermione stared down at the robes Malfoy had thrown onto her bed. She couldn't believe she was going to go downstairs and be around those murderers. It was bad enough that she was forced to be married to one of them.
Still, Malfoy had a slight point, if she could get through this time, maybe when the Dark Lord is defeated, their 'marriage' could be annulled. She just needed to play her part, at-least around others.
Malfoy sat at the table in the dining room, watching as Nagini slithered down the center. Everytime he saw her, his skin started to crawl, he hated being around her. On more than one occasion, he had seen her make a kill, and it was something he feared would never leave his mind.
He thought back to Granger, he had instructed her to not come into the dining room. No good would come of that. She would only get ridiculed, and hate from the others.
After the meeting, he served refreshments, the death-eaters toasting, clinking their glasses together.
Hermione stood at the door to the parlor, knowing that she needed to make an appearance, to keep surveillance down, making it easier for her to get away, if the time ever allowed her to do so.
Malfoy had moved to the door, opening it. He saw Granger standing there, contemplating whether to go in, or run back up the stairs.
He looked down at her, feeling a slight bout of pity for her. If only for a moment.
Taking her elbow, he tried to steer her through the doors. She grabbed his fingers, tightening her own on his. He stopped and looked down at her face. He saw tears in her eyes, and her chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate.
"Count to three Granger. It's only an appearance for a few minutes."
She nodded, swiping at her cheeks with her right hand.
Malfoy led her through the doors. When she entered, everyone turned and stared at her.
Bellatrix had a mad glint in her eyes. She started to cackle, and raised her glass, "To the mudblood!"
Hermione felt her chest constrict, but she didn't look up at the laughter around her.
'Steel Hermione, be made of steel,' she chimed to herself over and over.
Malfoy grabbed her hand and moved her over to the left side of the room, near Blaise Zabini. The darker wizard peered at her, his eyebrows raised in question. Clearing his throat, he bowed lightly.
"Madame Malfoy. Pleased to see you again, you light up this room with your radiance."
Hermione bit back a smart retort. Smiling thickly, she uttered a quick thank you, and looked at Malfoy, who himself had a small sneer on his own features.
Ass.
Hermione was drinking wine when she felt a dark aura approach her. Shuddering slightly, she knew who it was.
"Miss Granger." The soft voice said, she bit her lip, but perked herself up. She tried to quell the fear that was at the forefront of her mind, managing to shaki it off slightly.
"Yes, Lord." The words were acid on her tongue, leaving a burning in her stomach. She hated this!
"No need for formalities. Call me Tom."
Hermione was surprised that he said that. Then again, she was afraid of doing this, maybe it was a test?
"How is your marriage proceeding?" He asked her tersely.
She fingered her glass, "Splendidly."
His eyes glittered, but he nodded. Saying nothing else, his eyes ran over her, then, he turned and left.
Hermione was shaking. She turned and saw doors leading to the outside. Bounding over to them, trying to not be seen by anyone, she moved one open quietly and slipped outside. Her hands immediately went to the wood, and she hung over, feeling the acid burn her stomach and make its way up to her mouth.
Retching, her eyes started to burn.
God, she hated this!
She didn't hear the door open, and then shut.
She felt him though. She wanted to growl at him to go the hell away, but knew he wouldn't.
Malfoy saw her leave the parlor, making her escape outside. Silently, he moved to go after her. Getting to the door, he heard little gasping sounds, signaling she was probably vomiting.
He was right.
She was holding her curly hair back from her face as her shoulders shook from the force of the sickness. The same stab of guilt hit him, but he shoved it back again.
"Granger. You can go back upstairs if you wish. You've done your part."
She was shaking, little tears sliding down her face. "Oh thank you so much, master."
The words were filled with hate as she spat them at him.
He glared, but decided to let it go.
Hermione gladly went back up to the room, taking head to go to Malfoy's room, instead of her own.
She laid down, trying to find some kind of peace. Closing her eyes, she thought of her friends, and her parents. Had that meeting had any new information, would Malfoy tell her if so?
Probably not.
Bastard.
Hermione had found herself drifting off when the door opened. Her eyes snapped open, and her head whipped to the door, breathing in a sigh of relief seeing Malfoys blonde hair.
Sigh of relief?
He however, wore a look of apprehension. Tugging at his cloak, he yanked it off and threw it over a dresser, not caring what he knocked over.
"Whats the matter?" She asked.
His grey eyes slid to hers and pinned her to where she was sitting. Hermione grew uncomfortable and looked away.
"Take your clothes off Granger." He said, started to yank his shirt off.
Hermione gasped and jumped out of his bed, pressing herself against the wall. "I-I don't think so." She said, folding her arms across herself. "Stop undressing!"
He continued to do so. Hermione decided to make a dash for it, and almost got to the door, when he grabbed her bicep and hauled her against him. She struggled, trying to tear herself away from his grasp.
"Let go of me!" She yelled, earning a large hand to clap over her mouth.
"They will hear you Granger. They are all downstairs, and will be expecting a performance."
"P-Performance?" She questioned when he released her. "Y-You mean?"
He nodded, and stepped back from her.
Hermione looked down, feeling her heart beat speed up. Shaking her head, she looked up at him, biting her lip.
"I can't do this."
Malfoy sat on his bed, running his hands through his hair, loosening the gel in his tresses, making them fall free.
"It's just like the consummation Granger. It'll be over before you know it. I can make it pleasurable for you."
She gritted her teeth. "I don't want you to make it pleasurable for me! I don't want you to touch me!"
Standing up, he advanced on her, making her back up into the wooden door. Her amber eyes never left his grey ones.
"Is that so Granger? Fine then."
He grabbed her dressing gown, and ripped it open. Hermione squealed and tried desperately to pry his hands off of her. His rough hand gripped her shoulder and forced her to face the door. His lips trailed up her neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva behind.
Hermione bit her lip, trying not scream out.
His teeth met her ear, nibbling on the lobe, she felt his hands stroke her bear back, his nails making her break out in little goose pimples.
Shivering, he bit into her shoulders, making her flinch.
Hermione felt a hot rush of liquid pool between her legs. Shaking her head, she shoved her face into the crook of her left elbow.
Damnit.
Malfoy ripped at his trousers, managing to pull them down.
Next, was the rest of her dressing gown. His hands found her breasts and squeezed them lightly. His fingers tweaked her nipples eliciting a high moan from her.
Spinning her around, he crushed his mouth to her own. Letting out a tiny squeal, she felt him lift her off the ground and press her backside further into the wood of the door. His mouth was devouring her, and it left her devoid of breath. Pulling away finally, she felt his mouth descend on the tender flesh of her neck, leaving angry red marks.
He reached his hand down to where it lay between her legs. Feeling the wetness, he smirked and pulled her thighs apart. Wedging himself between them, he entered her smoothly, earning a whimper from her.
"S-Stop..." She begged, throwing her head back when his cock hit a sensitive spot inside of her.
He was gripping her thighs painfully, gliding himself in and out of her with ease.
Hermine shook her head, not wanting to feel the pleasure as he took her against the entrance to his room!
Malfoy stroked her clit, wanting to bring her a little pleasure, not caring that she didn't want any. He wanted to watch her cum, to know that a bastard like him could bring the little prude some kind of excitement.
He wrapped her legs around his hips and laid her wrists against the wood of the door, picking up the pace.
Hermione started to moan louder, feeling a tightening in her belly.
The door was moving in time with his thrusts, the wood creaking with the effort of him fucking her.
A few more thrusts and he was approaching his end.
Hermione felt the knot loosen and then explode as he pushed her to climax. "A-Ah, Merlin!" She cried out, tossing her head back.
Malfoy felt his balls tighten, his load shooting out seconds after she had her own orgasm. Breathing harshly, he could hardly hold himself up. Shakily, he released her, letting her stand on her feet.
In a mad effort, Hermione grabbed her ruined dress robe and pulled it around her frame the best she could.
Throwing a spiteful glance his way, she flung open the door and left the room.
I'm sorry it took me a little longer to write this chapter. I did get a little bit of writers block about half-way through. I couldn't decided what I wanted Blaise to tell Draco.