AN: Another chapter :) I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: All characters and scenes belong to J. K. Rowling. I'm just twisting it for the pleasure of my own and others.
Warning: Sexual assault, crude behavior, and disturbing language in this chapter.
Hermione groaned softly, opening her eyes to the light shining through the drapes. Mipsy or one of the other house elves must've opened them for the morning. The warmth of Draco's chest and the musky sweet scent of him filled her nose. Hermione came to like it. Being mesmerized by the scent she also felt Draco's hands softly rubbing at her hips. The way he did before she fell asleep during the night. She looked up at him to see him looking down at her with a look she didn't understand... it almost looks, loving.Hermione thought it to be ridiculously impossible that a Malfoy could exhibit love.
"Good morning beautiful." He smirked at her. Unexpectantly his rough hands slid her up against him and forcefully along his hard groin, making him groan in response. Hermione gasped but it was cut short as his lips crashed into hers with want. She kissed him back, nipping and sucking on his lips as he did hers. Immensely surprising herself at her own response. Draco groaned again, flipping her over onto her back and moving between her legs. He kissed her lips then to her neck. Again, making rigid marks in his path. He did his best to hold most of his weight but what he didn't support she felt between her legs. She felt the hardness of him rubbed against her as he growled into her neck. Suddenly, Hermione heard a crackling noise. It scared her and made Draco jump off of her, agitation clear on his face. One of the house elves stood at the door, nervously fidgeting with his hands.
"M-master Malfoy, Kreacher is sorry for disturbing but it is Kreacher's duty to announce that breakfast is to be served in the next hour." The house elf avoided eye contact and bowed after the announcement. Kreacher looked back to Draco with a mixture of emotions on his face. Fear... and most likely petrified.
"Get out." Draco growled. The house elf obeyed and apparated from the room. Hermione pulled her knees to her chest and looked at Draco, slightly angry at how he treated the elf.
"You don't have to be so mean to them. If they are to be your servants at least treat them decently Draco." His eyes softened as he looked back at her. The mood had obviously been ruined. Though Hermione did feel a bit thankful for the house elves intrusion. She couldn't stop Draco when it came to what he wanted.
"If you grew up with them mostly your entire life you would understand. It's what they live for Hermione… but never mind that. We must dress for breakfast. Father and Erik should be away. Erik won't be back but for the wedding day. Thank Salazar for that. " Draco huffed and stood from the bed, walking toward the window and opening it. Hermione felt the feeling the fresh air blow into the room which refreshed her senses. she decided to let the whole house elf thing go for now. Figuring that it was an argument she wasn't going to win with him. Hermione looked to her left noticing an outfit that sat there neatly folded, shoes, wedges sat atop. Mipsy must've left them for her.
"May I take a bath?" She asked as Draco turned. Hermione gasped at the obvious tent in his boxers. It wasn't something she was used to seeing. Draco smirked at her response, sitting on the bed next to her. She felt her cheeks heat uncontrollably.
"Don't have a bath. I shower." He ran a hand through his disheveled hair then began rummaging through his wardrobe next to the bed beside him.
"Why don't you have a bath?"Hermione asked, frowning and moving to the edge of the bed. She grabbed the clothes that were meant to be hers and inspected them. A beautiful light blue floral romper with a skirt that looked a bit too short for her also paired with cream colored wedges. As well as another revealing bra and panty set sat there under it. She felt conflicted. Someone must love to dress her like a doll. If only I had the choice of what I wear...Hermione huffed and frowned again.
"I haven't taken a bath last since I was 10. I'm a man. I don't take baths, Hermione." He chuckled. Closing the wardrobe after picking an outfit. You can shower with me though." He smirked at her and chuckled noticing her continuous frown.
"What? If we're to be married then it's only to be expected. It's natural.." He shut the door behind him and soon starting the shower. Hermione got dressed slowly. Her makeup still had been charmed from the night before as well as her hair. Ignoring the rush of water from the bathroom. Hermione looks outside from the window. Noticing the large mass of land they owned. All of it theirs including the lake. It sparkled in the daylight as it did at night. She also noticed something next to it on the far right. This space of land was filled with a lot of flowers along with beautiful green hedges and a fountain… a garden most likely. It's... beautiful.
"Beautiful…right?" Hermione jumped, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. She didn't the shower cut off or Draco stepping into the room. He pulled her to his chest and moved his face to her neck. "I'll have one made for you at our manor. Though we don't have a lake, we have large field space. Trees, an orchard… You'll love it there. It's almost as beautiful as you." Hermione sighed and felt him kissing her neck. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She shook her head at her thoughts. Of course, it would be bad. I'm to be made an obedient housewife... "Come, breakfast awaits. By Salazar you're fucking gorgeous.." he kissed her neck again, grabbing her hand leading her out of the room and into the halls. Hermione felt that she needed to do something. All of it still felt like a dream.
Draco pulled Hermione along and gave her a quick tour of the manor on the way to the dining area. She missed a few things worth seeing last night but it wasn't a big deal to her. He showed her the manor armory, Mr. Malfoy's office, the large library that she would love to spend the entire day in, and the tea room which was mostly made for small meetings. As they made it to the dining room hall Draco tensed. Hermione however, was too busy looking at family portraits on the wall and didn't notice.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Where's father? You're supposed to be out on business with him." Hermione looked to Draco noticing the venom in his voice. He pulled her closer to him by her waist making her squeak in surprise. Hermione then looked to the source of his anger. Erik. He stood there and leaned arrogantly against the wall next to the dining hall door dressed in an all black attire 'Deatheater' attire with the same smirk on his face from the night before. That look focused on her. He disgustingly looked at her body with hunger in his eyes which only seemed to anger Draco more.
"I've been working hard lately brother. Decided a week from work was well deserved. Father didn't mind. I never ask to be off." Erik chuckled, pushing away from the wall and moving closer to them with his arms crossed at his chest.
"Bullshit. I don't care for your needs. Why stay here? You never do. You have three other manors to yourself. Fuck off." Draco sneered. Hermione blushed. She felt the heat pooling into her cheeks by the way this man stared at her. She never fancied being ogled. Especially by an older man. It gave her chills. She remembered Draco doing the same in her first year at Hogwarts.
"Brother… this is my house just as much as it is yours. Nearly everything in it is mine. I stay where I wish. Stop being a selfish Pratt." Erik smirked and looked to her again after saying this. This time into her eyes. Hermione just wanted the arguing to end. She didn't want Erik here causing anymore conflict than she has to deal with.
"Draco… Can we please just…-"
"Ah… Ms. Hermione. How are you this lovely morning? I heard from a little bird that you and my brother slept in the same bed last night. Does father know this brother? Did you pop her precious cherry?" Hermione's face went red. She glared at him, disgusted and almost angry at his perverted statements. Draco growled, pushing Hermione behind him and moving closer to face Erik. Erik was taller than him though this didn't stop Draco from approaching. It seemed neither of them would back down.
"And if I did? That's none of your fucking business now, is it? She's mine and will be my wife. Not you or father can stop it. I can touch her, taste, and fuck her whenever I please." Hermione exhaled and closed her eyes, feeling at her temples in frustration. The situation was getting out of control. Erik glared at Draco and made tight fists with his hands. After a long while of shared venom, he just laughed. A harsh, unexpected laugh. Almost evil but more psychotic. This was a strange behavior to her. Erik then smirked, patting Draco on his shoulder a bit roughly and moving past the both of them only to take another glance at her.
"Sure, sure little brother. Whatever you say. Don't worry… I won't tell father. I already know you didn't fuck her. You don't have the balls to disobey his word. I remember being like you. A fucking pussy against fathers commands." At last, he turned, facing both of them. Draco moved quickly to Hermione, grabbing her to him and glaring at Erik. "Ms. Granger, If you ever seek a real man and not a child. I'll be in the West Wing." He smirked at her and turned away, apparating before Draco could let out another word. Hermione's body began to shake. She felt as prey again. As if she were being hunted. She also felt faint. Draco sensed this and walked, halfway carried her into the dining hall. Food had already been laid out waiting for them. He moved to place her into a seat next to him. It was obvious to him that she was scared. It seemed that fear was part of her daily life now, or was going to be. He sensed the same reaction from him while at school.
"He's all talk. Always has been. He gets desperate when he doesn't get what he wants. Fucking bastard… over my dead corpse will he have you. Even after. I said I would protect you right? I know how to handle him so don't be afraid." Draco's hand rested on her thigh and gently squeezed. Hermione didn't feel hungry anymore. She took few bites and waited for him to finish. The pumpkin pancakes hadn't satisfied her while the eggs and sausage he had were devoured. Another plate had been set out presumably for his mother but she had yet to show. After a few minutes, he finished, grabbing Hermione's hand and leaving the dining hall. They were walking back to the room when another voice had been heard.
"Draco." Narcissa Malfoy called from the tearoom. She probably didn't fancy breakfast after all. "Draco. I need you here for a moment. We need to speak. Alone." Draco sighed. Looking down at Hermione.
"I'll be back a second. Stay here." He kissed her lips without warning. Hermione looked frantic as he walked into the room and shut the door. She wondered what his mother wanted to talk to him about. She stood there in silence. It made her uncomfortable. Hermione looked out the open window next to her to try and calm her nerves. There's a better view of the garden from here
"Does Ms. Hermione wish to see the garden?" Hermione jumped slightly. She turned to see Mipsy standing there in her servant rags with a small smile on her face. It was unknown to her how Mipsy could display any form of happiness in her state of servantry but Hermione smiled back and nodded in response. She hadn't seen daylight since the day before she left Hogwarts.
"Yes. I would like that. It looks so beautiful." She turned to look back but before she opened her eyes again she was there. In the blink of an eye. Mipsy apparated her there. Hermione smiled back up to the window. The elves seemed so kind. She wondered why the Malfoy's were so vicious towards them. She inhaled deeply, taking in the delightful scent of flowers to calm her nerves and looking to the scenery. To the beautifully trimmed green hedges, and the mass amount of flowers she saw. A few of them being her favorites. Buttercups, Tulips, and Camellias. All of which her mother had planted in their garden at home. Hermione kneeled in the grass, smelling each and looking to the blue sky. She's felt more at peace there than she had all school year.
"Such beauty at the hands of one's seemingly so evil. Do you agree?" Hermione gasped, turning to see Erik standing there behind her. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, staring at her. It made her shiver to her very core. She stood and quickly moved a few feet away. "No need to be afraid. I don't bite. Unless you ask of course." He flashed a smile, his teeth white, almost perfect. He stepped forward closing the gap that Hermione made away from him. Hermione looked up at the window. She never wished for Draco to be at her side but now… This man seemed worse in action.
"S-stay away! Draco-"
"My brother is no authority to me. More like the other way around." He began to circle her, making her freeze in place. "I'm a man of experience. I've been with many women. Married few, but I've yet to see any with such... perfection as you. You don't seem to see how valuable you are. And f all people my little brother gets you. The little shit. Fucking despicable if you ask me. What I wonder is, why father is allowing him to have you instead of me…" Hermione started to slightly hyperventilate. She had nothing to defend herself. Erik circled her like a shark. His eyes roamed her, making her feel like a piece of meat, or as an item to be purchased. Her body began to shake from fear. She didn't know what this man was capable of.
"I don't wish to be with you I wish to be with Draco." She said quietly. Trying to avoid his gaze but she failed. He moved to stand in front of her and she flinched as he touched a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger.
"You may, but who said you had the choice? A gem like you needs a man of high position which I have. Experience. I know more of how to please a woman. There's so much you need to learn... Ms. Granger." His cold finger trailed her shoulder down to her arm. She didn't look to his heartless eyes. "I wish to have children as well but until now I've yet to see a woman worthy of my seed. Tell me, Hermione. Has my brother professed his love to you? Has he had the pleasure of tasting you?" He whispered sultrily in her ear. Hermione closed her eyes and began sob from fear.
"Stupif-"
"Experlliarmus" Erik quickly countered Draco. She hadn't noticed him come but she was happy. For the first time in weeks, she felt happy. Erik knocked into her which made her fall to the ground. She noticed the glare on Draco's face immediately and Erik with a playful smirk on his. Hermione quickly moved behind Draco while Erik was distracted. She didn't have her wand... Erik must've noticed that as well. Hermione put her hand on Draco's arm to try and calm him but he just shook with anger. His jaw tensed at the malice he was disposing of.
"Have to come better than that little brother." Draco picked up his wand, grabbing Hermione's hand in his. She tried her best to avoid Erik's gaze but she noticed him tuck his wand back into his black leather jacket.
"Don't talk to her. Don't touch her. Or I'll do the unforgivable. And I'll gladly go to Azkaban… Don't you even fucking look her. I swear on Salazar Erik." Draco hissed. Erik did nothing but smirk. He seemed more amused at the trouble he's caused. Erik moved forward slowly, making Draco tense and grip his wand harder in his hand.
"Hm. See I find that hard to believe little brother… you'd kill your own flesh and blood for a hot piece of ass? For a Muggle-born girl, whose only place should be on her knees. Though a quite valuable piece of ass might I add. Now that I think of it I might've done it myself... in your position." Hermione bit her trembling lip. Tears escaped her eyes at his words. She was nothing here. That was obvious to her now. Nothing but an object to be used. She stayed hidden behind Draco, wanting to disappear.
"I love her as she does me. She would never lay with something as vile as you. You're a murderer." Draco sneered, his wand pointed at the ready yet Erik kept his own away. He seemed to be more bored now than anything. It only infuriated Draco more.
"If I hadn't forgotten, you're being put into 'the family business' as well. You'll be just as much a murderer as me in a year. You know the demands of our boss, of father. And who said anything about love? It's about ownership. Even if she didn't love you she'd have to marry you. So what's the difference? She doesn't even know how to mount a proper cock. I was just trying to teach her for you. Break her in.." Erik smirked evilly. He was partially right. For now, Hermione had no choice but to marry Draco. Even if she didn't want it. Whatever this family business was he had to join as well. But.. She had grown feelings for Draco. Feelings she's never had with another man. And she felt protected by him. She felt he'd never hurt her again like he said. Are the feelings worth the torment?
"She belongs to me. Every inch of her is mine. Touch her again and you'll be dead. I don't give a fuck what father says." Draco turned, apparating into the manor with Hermione at his side. They ended up in his room and Hermione watched as Draco paced angrily.
"I- I just wanted to see the garden. Mipsy apparated me there. It's so beautiful I just…-"
"It wasn't your fault. Don't ever think it is. My brother is an entitled, selfish. He's almost ten times worse than my father. Thinks he can always get his way. It's picking at his brain that he can't get you I know that. He even used Pansy to get to me, but I meant what I said. I'd kill him if it came down to it. Brother or not." Draco looked out of the window. Presumably to the garden. Probably checking to see if Erik was still there. He pulled his shirt over his head with one of his hands and she saw the muscles tensing in his back. Hermione bit her lip and hugged her knees tighter to her chest to try and squeeze the pain away. Nothing seemed to work. She only had to deal with Draco's actions but now it was multiplied. She had to worry about this other man that she didn't know. What he would do to get his way...
"I'm fucking livid. What if next time I'm not there? Or I get called away. What if he does something? It was just a joke to him this time. I saw it on his face. Pestering me like father does. It's always the same. Hermione…" He turned to look at and sat next to her on the bed, stroking her hair and lifting her chin to look into her eyes. "If I were to take you tonight, would you keep it secret?" He looked sincerely into her eyes. The anger in his gone. Hermione felt lost, confused at what he asked.
"T-take me where?" She hiccupped and felt her cheeks heat, feeling him stroke the redness with his finger. He chuckled at her response.
"You. How is it that you're so naive, but a know-it-all? I want to take you. What all you've been saving for marriage. If I take it tonight… " Hermione's eyes widened and she looked away from him after feeling her body tense. Draco let her go, moving slightly closer but still looking down at her. "I'm just afraid if he does something… I don't want him to be your first memory. I don't want him to take you from me. I won't let him. But if I'm not there I wouldn't be able to protect you." He sighed harshly, stroking her exposed thigh. Hermione thought it over.. He meant if Erik were to rape her. Or touch her like he did today. He tried… she bit her lip again to hold in her sobs. Hermione didn't want to cry anymore. She didn't like looking so vulnerable in front of Draco. The wedding wasn't for a few days now. Maybe she could keep it secret. Hermione looked to his eyes and saw the anger coming back to them. The warm hand rubbing her thigh slightly soothed her. Enough to keep her from crying again.
"Do you think we should?" She asked as a tear escaped from her eye. Draco wiped it away with his thumb, then to her lips. They had to be slightly swollen from her crying.
"It needs to be done. I'd be gentle with you I promise. You have my word." She looked deeply into his eyes. She noticed that he was being sincere. Draco took her hand in his and grabbed it with the other. She felt something cool sliding down on her finger then looked to see what it was. Draco had slid a silver engraved ring on her finger. She looked at him confused as he whispered a spell to make it fit her since it was so big.
"This is my ring. My family crest. My names engraved on this. I want you to wear it." Hermione nodded, then he soon moved her chin up so that he looked into her eyes again. "I'm in love with you Hermione Granger. As a man, I admit that to you know. I want to make love to you tonight and make you mine. Will you let me?" Another tear fell from her. His thumb traced her trembling lip as his face moved closer. He looked so intensely into her eyes. Hermione then pulled away from him, looking down at her ring and twirling it around her finger. He waited for her to respond.
"I'm afraid. I don't know how..-"
"You don't need to be afraid. I said I wouldn't hurt you again, didn't I? I fucking meant it. I admitted my love for you, Hermione. What else do you want?" He became slightly aggravated. A lot different than he was at Hogwarts. There had been a big difference in his behavior the past half year. He was more gentle with her but still a bit the same. Hermione looked up into his eyes seeing a bit of doubt in them. He probably feared that she would say no or regretted asking her for this all together. Hermione thought for a minute. She wondered if Erik would be so daring as to take her from Draco like he told her. She didn't know Erik but Draco did all too well. It made her afraid, uncertain. One must be chosen. Draco or Erik. If it came down to it. Who would you rather be with first? She cringed at the thought. Hardly knowing Erik he had already given her bad vibes and she was good with that sort of thing. First impressions and all.
"Alright. We can. Just promise me one thing." he nodded.
"Of course." He muttered.
"I want you to use protection and if I want you to stop then you have to." She said softly, making him grimace and look away. The anger had returned.
"I agree with the second part but no. I refuse to the first. You are to be my wife. Protection isn't needed and it's not something I'm negotiating with you." Hermione pulled away from him, sighing and hiding her face behind her knees. She felt his eyes on her. His harsh breathing as well. She felt his hand tremble slightly on her thigh as well. Hermione could already tell that this wasn't going to end well for her.
"If pregnancy is what you're worried about, there are other ways. You obviously can't be with child before the wedding but I know a few spells. Either way, they wouldn't know you'd be pregnant. I'm not wearing rubber on my cock I'm no muggle, Hermione." He sneered. She could feel his eyes staring into the very depths of her soul but Hermione's worries eased. If he did know spells to prevent pregnancy that would be good enough for her, but her mother told her that protection was always required. She nodded in response knowing that she didn't have the choice. It seems she never had the choice with him away. Hermione didn't want to argue anymore.
"What if someone finds out? Like this morning. Erik knew…"-
"He knew because he sent that house elf specifically. Mipsy is usually the elf that comes to me in the morning. Not Kresher. Kresher is Erik's elf." Draco stood from the bed, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on. It was now past midday she could tell by the suns position though now it hid behind a few clouds.
"I don't know if I want to do it tonight." Hermione hiccupped, looking up into Draco's hard blue eyes. He looked more determined than anything. Either it was determination or annoyance.
"You have no choice. I love you but I'm the one making the decisions here. Not you. It's what's best. We're doing it tonight and I'm not arguing any further Hermione. Stay here until I get back." Draco moved towards the door and avoided her eyes. He didn't want to show himself weak to her though he has plenty of times before. Hermione preferred the nicer version of him. How long will he be gone? Where is he going? Why do I need to stay here? 'It's for the best' he says. None of this is her fault. Erik seemed just as stubborn as Draco when it came to what he wanted. It was clear to her now that Erik wanted her. Knowing Draco already, Erik wouldn't stop. Hermione thought to trust Draco. He knew how to handle his older brother she hoped. Hermione's eyes grew heavy at the thought. The evening had made her tired. She was sick of the constant torment. Something always awaited her around each corner and it was nothing good. Nothing she could look forward to. Hermione closed her eyes, laying back, yawning and falling asleep. Dreaming her troubles away until Draco came back for her.