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Chapter 9

Hermione was extremely happy after the wonderful afternoon she had just spent with Charlie. She was so in love with him and knew that he was it for her. She was so distracted by her happy thoughts that when she finally reached the portrait leading into the head dorms, she was not prepared for what was waiting inside.

Before Hermione even had a second to think, she was face to face with a very angry Draco Malfoy.

"Expelliarmus!"

Her wand was ripped from her hand and landed firmly in his outstretched one. Hermione gasped in surprise; she had become comfortable around him with his newfound attitude as of late and had let her guard down.

"Sit." He commanded as he pointed to the sofa with his wand, and tucked hers into his back pocket..

"What the hell are you doing?" She snarled in response and went to reach for her wand back.

Draco gripped her wrist with one hand and fisted her hair roughly with the other. She winced in pain as he started to drag her toward the sofa he had pointed at. He threw her down onto it before stepping back to watch her closely. "I said sit." He commanded more firmly with his wand still drawn.

She scrambled to get up, ready to attack him with her fists. He was anticipating that reaction, and was able to push her back down easily; casting a sticking charm so she couldn't get up again. Her face was twisted in shock and outrage as she realized she was stuck to the back of the sofa.

"I'm going to talk now….And you are going to listen." He explained calmly while sitting on the cocktail ottoman in front of her, scooting as close as possible so their knees were touching.

She huffed and glared at him hatefully; not knowing what to stay, so staying silent in response.

"Do you want to know what I did today?" He finally asked.

"Not particularly." She spat back at him.

"Oh but my dear, I believe you do." Draco informed her before reaching into his inside robe pocket.

When his hand emerged it was gripping a large envelope. He opened it slowly to build anticipation, before finally taking out the contents. It was the stack of pictures Theo had copied for him earlier, and he placed them in front of her slowly. Her eyes widened as he began to flip through them one by one. He looked even angrier as he caught sight of each one; they were reminding him of the torture he had just put himself through.

She gasped, clearly horrified at the evidence he was placing in front of her. As she realized exactly what the pictures were of and how many of them there were, her hands grabbed the final one(of Charlie sucking on her tits while she was giving him a handjob). She looked back and forth from the picture to his clearly unhappy face; trying to figure out how he had obtained them.

"How...How did you get these?" She whimpered with watery eyes.

"I took them." He explained shortly.

"Why?" She sobbed, as tears started to stream down her face. She knew she was in trouble now. "Why would you take these...How did you even get in there?"

"Ah." He grinned maliciously. "That is the question isn't it."

"Blackmail?" She demanded, wiping the tears away angrily. "Is that why?"

"In a matter of speaking."

She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, contemplating her next move; hoping she could find a way out of the horrible situation. "How did you know I was...what I...? "

He raised his hand to shush her. "You leave your bag and cloak around the common room way too often. I found the contraceptive potion bottle and the notes, and put the pieces of the puzzle together. I decided to head you off before you got there this afternoon."

"But why?...What do you want?" She asked, staring at him in confusion.

He paused for a moment, relishing that it was finally the time to confess his true feelings. He had waited years for this.

"You."

She wrinkled her brow at his response. "Me? me, what?"

He chuckled darkly. "You... I want you."

She looked appalled, and slightly disgusted "Whatever your playing at, it isn't funny Malfoy."

He smirked arrogantly and gripped one of her hands with both of his, careful to keep his wand from getting into her grip. "I'm not playing Hermione. Remember that story I told you about the girl I have had a thing for since I was eleven?"

Her eyes widened, and her mouth gaped. "No...no I can't be...you've been nothing but awful to me, I don't believe you."

He sighed and dug a velvet bag out of his pocket; grasping the charm bracelet inside. He had pictured giving this to her in a more romantic setting, but desperate times call for desperate measures. As he placed it into her hand, he pointed to the charm shaped like a paper plane.

"I remember the first time I saw you." He seemed to be smiling at the memory. "You were wearing a navy t-shirt with brown corduroy pants. You had the largest most mesmerizing smile I have ever seen as you tried out the wands in Ollivander's shop." He grabbed her wand that he had tucked into his back pocket and ran his fingers over it. "When you lifted this one up it glowed bright white, and all the paper in the room started to fold themselves into plane shapes before flying around the room. Eleven year old me instantly saw how powerful, and intelligent you were."

Hermione was hastily wiping tears out of her eyes as she trembled. She didn't even know how to respond to his confession. She knew he wasn't lying as she hadn't mentioned what her wand had done all those years ago to anyone. Making friends hadn't come easy when she first arrived at Hogwarts, and by the time she had finally befriended Harry and Ron the subject never came up. In fact, the only ones who could possibly know that story had to have been in the shop that day. She knew her and her parents hadn't been the only ones in Ollivander's at the time, but she hadn't really been paying attention to the other people. She had been so enthralled by all of the wands and magic in general, that she hadn't paid any attention to anyone else who had been in there at the time. Draco may have noticed her, but she definitely hadn't paid him an ounce of attention that day.

"I haven't been able to look at another girl the same way." He confessed. "You captivated me that day, and I know there will never be anyone like you." He reached out to stroke her face with the back of his hand.

She flinched away as much as she could; still stuck to the sofa.

He sighed, and lowered his hand back to his lap. "Now that I'm in control of my family's estate I was going to do things the right way. I was going to make you fall in love with me this year." He stood suddenly. "But you just had to ruin it didn't you?"

"I didn't do anything." She claimed, "If I couldn't fall in love with you it's your own fault. You spent the last seven years calling me Mudblood, and trying to get my friends expelled."

Draco's face became dark. He wanted to backhand her as punishment for talking back to him, but thought better of it. "We could have moved past that if you hadn't been fucking a professor."

She tried to get up to move away from him, but his spell was too strong. She was starting to feel helpless without her wand and stuck to the sofa. "So you're going to punish me for falling in love with someone else? When all you've done is bully and harass me? You really expected me to just stay single for half my life? You wanted me to just wait around for you to finally get up the courage to tell me the truth?"

"I saw you reject Weasel the night of the final battle. So I guess I did expect you to still be single when you got back here. The last thing I expected was for you to be letting a professor into your pants." He growled back.

"Well tough shit!" She screamed. "A nice, mature, funny wizard confessed he had a thing for me and I went with it. If you truly felt the way you claim you do, you should have treated me nicer. You should have told me your feelings before someone else did!"

"You think I had a choice Hermione?" He yelled back. "My father could tell that I was enthralled by you. I was eleven and couldn't tell the difference between pureblood and muggle born, but he did. He could tell the moment he saw you what you were. And when he saw the way I was looking at you he condemned me. He demanded that I act the way I did to you."

"That's a sorry excuse." She said as she shook her head at him. Before he could stop her she threw the bracelet onto the floor.

"I tried to do it the right way once I got control of the Malfoy estates. But it was obviously too late." Draco leaned down to pick the bracelet back up. "Now I have to resort to my backup plan."

He pointed his wand at the bracelet "Audi Percepta."

Her eyes widened as she gasped. The bracelet glowed green for several seconds before turning back to its natural silver.

"Put the bracelet on Hermione." He commanded as he held it out to her.

She shook her head in defiance. "There is no way in hell I am putting that thing on."

"If you don't, I will send these pictures to the ministry. You'll be expelled, and your precious Charlie will be sent to Azkaban where he will be tortured by the dementors."

Tears started to spill out of her eyes again. "If you truly care about me the way you claim you do, you wouldn't do this."

He sat beside her, lifted the sticking spell and pulled her into his lap. She struggled, but he managed to wrap his arms tightly enough around her she couldn't move. "I want you Hermione. I don't care how I get you. You are the one who made me do it this way."

She tried to struggle to get away and her sobs became louder. "I didn't do anything! Please don't do this!"

He cupped her face and attempted to wipe the tears from her cheeks as he shushed her. "You know you're relationship with him is over now. If you put on the bracelet I won't tell anyone. You won't be expelled, and he won't go to azkaban for fornicating with a student. You will just simply have to break up with him, and be with me instead."

"I won't do it. I know what that spell does and I will not spend my life obeying your every command."

'Of course she knows what the spell is. I should have known who I was dealing with." He sighed to himself.

"I could always force it on you." He threatened. "Then I could tell on Charlie anyway. I could make you tell the ministry he raped you. This picture makes it look that way anyway; they would believe it in a heartbeat and then he would go away for even longer." He held up a picture of Charlie screwing her from behind while tugging on her hair. Her mouth was twisted in a scream making it look like she was struggling. In reality she had been screaming in pleasure, but an outsider wouldn't know that.

"No! He didn…"

She was cut off by one of his fingers pressing against her lips. "Shhh...I don't want to have to do it that way, but I will if you force me to. Now put on the bracelet."

Hermione suddenly got an idea that would help her. She needed to get out of this situation without getting expelled, or Charlie being condemned to several years in Azkaban. She also needed to get those things without submitting herself to a lifetime of obeying this psychotic bastards every whim.

"Remember Marietta Edgecombe?" She asked him suddenly.

He looked confused at the change of subject. "The DA member who tattled on you, and ended up with sneak on her forehead?"

"Yes." She confirmed.

"What about her?"

"She signed a contract that I charmed. When she tattled on us she broke the terms of the contract, and that was her punishment." Hermione explained.

"And?"

"If I put that bracelet on I want you to sign a similar contract."

"No way Sweetheart. You have nothing to bargain with." He replied confidently.

"Actually I do. You see I have read Magick Moste Evile, and I know what that spell is you put on that bracelet."

He sighed; she had him there. "You do, do you?"

"The spell makes me obey your every command, and you would be the only person who could take the charmed object off me. However, it only works longterm if I put the bracelet on willingly. If you force it on me it will start to dull after only a few months. It's only unbreakable if I put it on willingly."

"Should have known you would recognize it." He muttered.

"I guess when it starts to dull you could try and force it on me again...but by that time I might be able to tell the authorities all about your spell."

"I get it." He seethed, "What are your terms?"

"If I put that bracelet on of my own free will you can never, ever tell a soul about Charlie and I. You also have to make sure anyone else who you have already told cannot tell anyone either. The only reason I am even considering this is to keep him from being sent to Azkaban. If I put it on, I do not want it to have been for nothing."

"If you put on that bracelet I will have no need to report him. My first command will be that you break it off with him anyway."

"I mean it Malfoy. I am only doing this for him, and if he goes away anyway I will stop at nothing to make sure you rot in there along side him." She promised.

He scoffed. "I get it. I will not let anyone find out about your little affair. Any other terms?"

"I want to break it off with Charlie on my own terms, no input from you on how."

"As long as I am not mentioned in any way, and you don't tell him you're being blackmailed I can accept that term as well."

"I also want a time limit. I won't wear the bracelet for the rest of my life. You have to take it off at Christmas."

"No way. I want you compliant for as long as possible. That bracelet stays on until I say it comes off."

"I will not live my life as a slave to you." She challenged him. "I want it off before I leave for Christmas break."

He contemplated this term for several seconds; he honestly didn't plan on ever letting her go. On one hand, he really wanted to keep her under his control for the rest of their lives. On the other, there were other ways to control her; he really only needed to keep her specifically under the control of the bracelet until he could get her back to Malfoy Manor. Technically, he could get what he wanted with her coming to Malfoy Manor over Christmas break, but Potter and Weasley would be suspicious once they returned. No. That part of his plan would have to wait until graduation at least.

"Christmas is too soon. How about two years?" He suggested as an alternate.

"There is no way in hell I am agreeing to that. Once we move out of these dorms it will be very suspicious if I have to comply to your every demand."

She had walked right into his trap. She thought she was driving him down, but he still had her right where he wanted her. "That I can understand. Fine. Graduation day… at midnight."

"How about Easter?" She tried to bargain back.

"No." He said firmly. "I want you as long as possible, and I will not take anything less than Graduation day at midnight. If you can't agree to that than I will take these photos straight up to Mcgonagall right now." He shoved her off his lap, started to pick the pictures up, and headed toward the portrait.

"No! No Wait!" She yelled after him. "Fine. Graduation day is fine. Please don't take them!"

He smirked as he walked back toward her. "That's what I thought."

"I have one more condition."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you do. What is it?"

"You can't make me have sex with you." Her facial expression let him know that she meant that with ever fiber of her being.

He crossed his arms and plastered the largest smirk on his face. "That kind of defeats the purpose."

She looked at him as if he was the most vile person she had ever laid eyes on. "I don't care. I won't do it."

"Don't you get it Hermione. I own you. See if I take those pictures to the ministry Charlie goes away to Azkaban, and you get expelled."

"I know t…"

"No I don't think you fully get it. You see when everyone finds out what you, and him have been doing they will blame you."

"No they..." He covered her mouth to shut her up.

"How will weasel feel when he finds out you were fucking his older brother behind his back. He still chases after you like a love sick puppy. How will the elder Weasley's treat you once they find out that one of their sons went to prison for having relations with you."

Hermione's lips started to tremble at the thought. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint The Weasley's. They had taken her in when she had no one else.

"Do you really think that they will just welcome you back into their home once you get kicked out of here? You think they will help you track down your parent's, and fix their memories?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled. He had a point. "I'd still have Harry."

"Would you? Or would his girlfriend demand he drop you too? She would have reason to for breaking one of her brother's hearts, and getting another one tossed in with the dementors."

She glared at him, not knowing how to respond. Everything he said was an accurate assumption.

"I will agree to your other terms. I will take the bracelet off at midnight on graduation day. I will let you break up with Charlie on your own terms. And I will never tell a soul about your naughty affair with him." He gripped her chin and made her look at him. "But I will fuck you however and whenever I want."`

She looked as if she were about to throw up, and bit her lip to keep the bile down.

"So what will it be?" He asked after she didn't respond.

She couldn't find her voice. The idea of sleeping with him was beyond repulsive, but she couldn't let anyone find out about her and Charlie's affair. She was lucky she was able to get the terms she did, and knew deep down that this was as good as it was going to get. Finally, she looked back up to him and nodded.

He grinned. "Excellent! I think the contract was a good idea afterall." He continued, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "I need you to agree never to tell anyone about my spell or blackmail anyway. Otherwise once that bracelet does come off you'll be able to have me arrested. No, the contract was a perfect solution. Now we just need to decide what the repercussions are if either of us break any of the terms we set for each other."

She contemplated it for a moment, knowing she would need to make the effects something that he would never want to happen. The perfect thing finally came to her, knowing exactly what he prided himself on. "If you break the terms we have agreed upon your hair will fall out and never grow back. Your perfect porcelain skin will turn charred black, as if you had been severely burnt all over. And finally you will never be able to 'get it up' again.

Draco's eyes raised as high up on his forehead as humanly possible at her horrifying conditions. "I have to admit, I am impressed." He finally said. "I didn't think you had that kind of darkness in you. It's surprisingly quite the turn on."

"You disgust me." She retorted and moved to step away from him.

"Fine. I know I have nothing to worry about, so none of that will ever happen." He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms tighter around her as she struggled. "However if you somehow find a way to turn me in for using dark magic or blackmail I will be able to turn Charlie in without the dark repercussions you have set for me. You also will never be able to have children by anyone other than me. You will be as infertile as they come and if anyone other than me tries to have sex with you it will burn their skin."

She grimaced. "And all I have to do to avoid that is break up with Charlie, and not tell anyone about your dark magic and blackmail?"

"I have a few conditions of my own actually. Apart from you not being able to tattle on me, you must sign that you will put the bracelet on." He added. "You also cannot attempt to take the bracelet off or try and find a way to break the spell either. Once that bracelet is on it stays on until I take it off. You will not let anyone else try to take it off either. And lastly, you can never use your wand against me."

She sighed. He really did know her well; those things had all crossed her mind over the past several minutes. It had been her plan exactly. "The only thing I would like to change is that if Charlie ends up caught because of you, I can turn you in without the repercussions as well."

"Make it happen, I'm ready to get on with it."

"Fine. I'll go get the paper." She huffed. Outsmarting him was not as easy as she had hoped.

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Twenty minutes later she had the contract all drawn up; with their specifications in ink that only they could see. To everyone else it would just look like a heads duty roster with both of their names on it.

"You sign first my dear." Draco demanded as she had tried to hand the quill to him.

She huffed but kept the quill in hand. She read over it one more time to make sure that everything she wanted was included and there were no loopholes on his side. With one last grimace, she finally signed her name at the bottom before handing the quill to the bane of her existence.

He smirked cockily and signed as if it was no big deal. Once he finished the last stroke, he placed the quill down on top of the table. Digging the bracelet back out of his pocket, he held it out to her. "I had this custom made for you, you know. I planned on giving it to you today as a token of my affection. I had hoped that this could be the turning point in our relationship. I see now that day is still far off. When picking the charms I selected the lion because you are the bravest woman I have ever met and it is the sign of your house. The quill represents your thirst for knowledge and dedication to your studies. When I saw the book charm I knew I had to include it because they are one of your favorite things in the world. And finally the paper airplane because it reminded me of the first time I saw you. I plan on filling the chain up eventually."

She looked at him apprehensively as she took a better look at the bracelet. He seemed to think that he would have a lot longer with her than the nine and a half months the contract was allowing. She decided to ignore it; it wouldn't do her any good to dwell on it now, the contract was already signed.

"Put it on Hermione." He commanded.

She trembled as she finally took the bracelet from his hand. "You can still do the right thing Draco. It's not too late...We can call this whole thing off and go back to the way it was."

He shook his head. "I was miserable knowing you were with someone else and trying to figure out who it was. I won't go back to that." Draco responded. "Now put the bracelet on."

Tears started to drip down her cheeks again. A small sob escaped her lips as she moved the bracelet around her delicate wrist. Her hands were trembling as they fumbled with the clasp, but it was finally secured. Just as it clicked in place the charms flashed green again; signifying the curse had been activated. Hermione could feel her impending doom.