(a/n: Longest chapter I've written for now! Enjoy!)
Hermione woke up, streams of sunlight on her face. The smell of breakfast fills her nostrils and she sits up against the headboard. The curtains are already opened and she watches the garden. Even though she was very nervous for tonight, she had a good night of sleep. She tries to imagine herself between rich women with enormous ballgowns and she lets her head fall. Also the fact that she has to have sex with Malfoy tonight scares her. She has lost her virginity already to Ron in a drunk attempt to save their relationship. For the first time she's glad that it was him.
She untangles herself from the sheets and sits in a chair to eat some breakfast. Some people would say she should call herself lucky that she is being pampered and in a home. But Hermione is scared as hell. Every day could be her last if they don't need her anymore and she doesn't know what is going on outside of her chamber.
The door opens and 3 maidservants come in. They are quite young, Hermione notices, not much older than her. Have they been captured by Death Eaters as well? Are they muggle borns or are they mistresses who have been gambled away for a hundred times? So many questions but she doesn't dare to put them or herself in danger.
They prepare a bath for her and she gets in immediately, sighing as the warmth surrounds her. The whole bathroom smells amazing because of all the herbs that have been put in the bath. Her mind wanders off to tonight and she tries to focus on what is happening now. The maidservants wash her hair and put a lot of stuff in it to tame it. They brush her hair very carefully and delicate, as if not to break it.
She gets helped out of the bath and gets dried by different towels. They get rid of every possible hair on her body and even in her private parts and she blushes deeply. The maidservants have no facial expressions at all and they are silent all the time. They only nod or shake their heads. When she is all rubbed raw, she gets into another bath, this time for soothing her skin.
"What time is it?" she dares to ask, hoping to get something out of them.
"4 pm." one of them says, not looking at her.
She nods and closes her eyes, relaxing in the bathtub.
When she wakes up, the maidservants are all around her. They help her out of the bathtub again and dry her again with some towels. They hand her fiery red and lacy lingerie and she holds in her blush. She pulls it on and she gets a swift look in the mirror. She steps into a long red dress.
She looks into the mirror again and gasps at the beauty of her dress. It was a sleeveless one, with a 'V' cut in the top, which made it a daring dress. It hugged all her curves beautifully and she stepped into red high heels.
She sat down again as they did her hair and makeup. They gave her smokey eyes and red lipstick. They let her hair loose, falling down on her back. She could choose between a lot of jewelry and wondered if Malfoy chose this all by himself. Probably not.
When she looked into the mirror again she was plain silent. She couldn't utter any words. She has never looked so beautiful in her whole life.
"You look beautiful, miss." the youngest maidservant said and she looked at Hermione in the mirror.
"Thank you." she whispered and she looked at all 3 of the maids. They smiled at her, bowed their heads and left the room.
Her hands delicately touched the silver flower in her hair and the ring on her hand.
Her dinner was served and she ate alone as always.
After she ate, she touched up her makeup and hair and waited for Malfoy to walk with her to the party. This time she will be one of those women and she will not be watching safely from the top of the stairs. No, this time she will be one of them. And she hated him for it.
She didn't know whether to hate Malfoy or Voldemort. She would just hate them both. She could hear hysterical laughing and the clinking of glasses downstairs. She was getting nervous and she had to regain some of her strength, but it was hard. Within a few minutes, she would face every Death Eater that wanted to kill her, including Voldemort. And to top it off, she had to have sex with Malfoy to get important information for the Order.
She sighed as she looked out of the window and her front door opened. Her head turns as she sees Malfoy in black dress robes. She gets up and faces him.
His eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open. He starts looking at her from top to bottom and she rolls her eyes. When he is still eyeing her after a minute she coughs and his head snaps up. His face falls into his famous sneer and he yanks her arm towards him.
"You look like a whore." he spits in her ear.
"And you look like you came out of a cows ass." she spits and he is taken aback.
They both walk down the stairs and just before they enter the ballroom, his hand snakes around her waist. She feels very uncomfortable like this, but she walks in with him. She has no choice anyway.
The ballroom is, unlike the rest of Malfoy Manor, very glowing. There are gold chandeliers and silver tables and chairs. House elves are the servants for the night and she gulps. Violins are set up and magically playing by themselves. She can see several women walking alone, but every man is accompanied with a woman. Glasses of gold champagne are on every table and she just wants to gulp some down to calm her nerves.
A Death Eater comes up to them and she recognizes him as Dolohov. He also has a woman next to him. She doesn't seem any older than 15. She can see her trembling in her skimpy dress. The grip on her waist tightens as Malfoy sees Dolohov ogling her. He shakes hands with him heartily and they go on about battles and other business she is not interested in. She looks around her, but after a minute she gets yanked into the conversation again.
"So, when did you catch this feisty one?" Dolohov smirks as he winks at her. It makes her want to vomit.
"Few weeks ago." Malfoy smirks back, as if he is happy to have her.
"Is she for sale?" Dolohov smirks even wider.
"She is-" but Malfoy gets interrupted by Snape, who is suddenly standing next to the group.
"Miss Granger is Malfoy's treasure and not for sale." he says calmly and she can see Malfoy looking at Snape as if he is crazy. She lets out a little sigh of relief, not being sold to Dolohov. Malfoy is bad, but he leaves her alone.
Snape offers them all a drink and she takes it gladly. But before she can drink it, Malfoy grabs it from her and gulps it down himself. A reminder that she can't enjoy this. They talk for 15 minutes and she can see some of the mistresses sitting on the lap of a man, kissing him unceasingly. She shudders and she walks further with Malfoy.
One minute it's loud and then one minute it's all quiet. And Hermione knows what that means. The Dark Lord has arrived.
Everyone stands in line to greet him and show them their newest treasures. All the women get laughed at and some of them run off, crying. This gives even more laughter.
"If you run off, you will go back to your old cell with no food." he whispers harshly in her ear. But she was not planning on running away. They get closer and closer to the Dark Lord and she gets more nervous. Eventually she is standing a few foot away from him. They bow before him as if he is a king and she keeps her head down.
"So this is the Mudblood, Draco." he says calmly.
Malfoy nods at him and forces her to look at Voldemort.
"Her face is not as dirty as her blood." he laughs and some men behind her laugh as well.
She raises her chin higher.
"Poor Mudblood all away from home." Voldemort smirks and she can hear more laughter. "Do you want to go back to your poor Muggle parents? Or are they dead?" he laughs and the whole line erupts in laughter. After a few more insults she bows her head and she and Malfoy walk away again.
She notices how much Malfoy is drinking when they sit down at a table. They eat some dinner and she can see all the men ogling her body and she is asked for a dance multiple times, but Malfoy always shakes his head no and she is relieved by this.
Suddenly, Malfoy yanks her arm and he takes her to the dance floor. There is a waltz going on and he leads her roughly. His grip on her waist and arm is painful and she winces. They dance for an hour like this and he leads her out of the ballroom, into a small corridor.
"You're so dirty, but you look so beautiful." he slurs drunkenly in her ear as he pushes her up against the wall. "Every man in that room wants you, but you're mine." he hisses as he gropes her breast.
She dodges his attempts to kiss her and he kisses her neck instead.
"We should go to your bedroom." she whispers huskily, hoping that he will fall for it and he nods. He apparates to his bedroom and she feels sparks because of the little magic she felt in her body.
He throws her on the bed, but when he wants to lay on top of her, he vomits all the alcohol out of his system. All over the floor.
Hermione shrieks and clasps her hand over mouth.
"Get out!" he screams and his chin is covered with vomit. Hermione doesn't have to think twice and she runs out of his bedroom.
She opens her bedroom door and she jumps on her own bed, crying. Crying because of all what has happened, but also because of the war and not knowing how her friends and family are.
She hates this war.