A/N- Apologies for my absence. Just returned from the most amazing vacation.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE- The Honeymoon
Hermione watched the sun come up and only stopped crying when she heard Draco stir on the floor. When he got up she pretend to be asleep and heard him check to see if they were still locked in.
"Merlin's beard!" Draco yelled pounding on the door. "Let me out, dammit!" Malfoy continued to yell. He went to the bathroom and when he found that door was also locked he knocked the clock off of his nightstand.
After more pounding and yelling, Lucius came to unlock his bedroom door. When he saw what a disastrous state the room was in and scratches all over his son's body, he almost made a joke until he saw Hermione's head peak out from beneath Draco's bedding.
One of her eyes was black and her lip was quite swollen. Lucius had heard their commotion last night but did not think it would be so damaging.
"Give me my wand!" Draco yelled. Lucius threw the two wands inside and walked away as quick as he could. Without looking at his wife once, Malfoy grabbed his wand, unlocked the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
Hermione's body was incredibly sore from last night and tenderly wrapped the sheets around her. Putting her torn wedding dress back on wasn't an option so she covered herself the best she could before grabbing her wand and going back to her own room.
She turned the water to its hottest setting and sat in the shower until she was pink and pruned all over. For the first time she saw the damage done to her body. She was black and blue all over with dried blood around her lip from her husband's first blow.
Upstairs Malfoy was slamming doors, throwing books and was starting to get dressed when his father walked in. "You claimed her, right? You and the girl are truly married? The Dark Lord will not be upset?" Lucius questioned.
"I did what was asked. If he needs proof tell him to look at my bed," he said putting his shoes on. When his father went to see the bed for himself it had blood on it. "It was her first time then," Lucius said.
"Obviously. I will never touch her again," Draco he vowed. "Yes, you will. The Dark Lord requests it. Your honeymoon will give you plenty of time to... Show your affections," Lucius said.
Draco began to seethe with rage and exploded at his father. "I have done everything you asked! Why must I do this?" Draco yelled, demanding an explanation.
"Draco! Calm yourself! He is still here!" Lucius whispered. Fear crept over Draco when he realized he was defying orders. "Clearly you have no qualms about using your strength… Just do it," Lucius said leaving the uncomfortable situation.
Back in her room, Hermione was getting finished dressing and eager to see her parents. All of her possessions had been packed overnight for her honeymoon and she waited for someone to come and take her to her parents.
Narcissa was the one who came to collect her and nearly fell over at the sight of Hermione. She knew her son was powerful but did not know to what extent.
"Put this on," Nacrissa said throwing a blindfold to Hermione. "Why would I wear a blindfold? Hermione questioned.
"We cannot have you seeing where they are kept," Narcissa said. Knowing her parents were here all along made her fume with anger but if she spent time arguing with Narcissa, the less time she would have with her parents.
Unwillingly she put the blindfold on and tried desperately to remember the turns and how many steps were on all of the stairs they took but it became useless. They were somewhere underground she could tell, but had no idea where.
"Here they are," Narcissa said taking off the blindfold. It took a moment for Hermione's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in what looked like a dungeon. She found the cell where two bodies lay on the floor and ran to the bars.
"What is wrong with them?!" Hermione asked urgently since they did not sir when she called their names. "They've been given a sleeping draft. You wanted to see them and now you have so let's go," the older Mrs. Malfoy said.
"A sleeping draft? Why? Please, let me touch them," she asked still clinging to the bars. "You have not earned the privilege to communicate with them yet. Now, daughter-mine…" Narcissa started.
"If you behave yourself and manage not to come back with so many bruises… They will be moved someplace nicer. And away from my sister," she said.
"If you keep making Draco upset then their misfortune will be on your hands. You will allow him to show his fondness for you without struggle. Are we clear?" Naricssa said.
Hermione bit down on her tongue to prevent the words she truly wanted to speak. She wanted to call Naricssa a cow, rescue her parents and blow the whole manor up. The Dark Lord looming in the attic was the sole reason Hermione agreed.
Hermione nodded as Narcissa placed the blindfold back on. In the foyer Lucius and Draco were waiting for the women to say their goodbyes.
"It is right outside the gate. Grab the old pail in exactly ten minuets. We'll see you after the New Year," Lucius said seeing them off. "After the New Year? I won't see you and mother for Christmas?" Draco asked shocked.
"You two need time to… Bond. Enjoy yourselves," answered Lucius. "Where are we going?" Hermione asked. She did not care where their honeymoon was but thought it was prudent to know.
"Majorca, Spain. It is an island where you'll be staying on a private beach in a villa. Narcissa thought you two would enjoy a warm Christmas. Now don't miss the portkey!" Lucius said shooing them out the door.
"Grab on!" Malfoy urged her as they approached the portkey. Hermione felt the cold air of Wiltshire fade away and soon stumbled on a white sandy beach. The weather was warm and the water clear blue.
The giant villa sat on top of a cliff with stairs leading up to it from their private beach. Hermione was already starting to sweat in her robes and followed Draco up to the house.
Potion supplies, magical spell books and the lack of Muggle technology showed that the home was only rented to wealthy witches and wizards. "I'm going to find a bedroom then to the shore. Meet me in the dining room for dinner," Draco said before sweeping off to find his own private place.
Still sore and angry Hermione decided it would be best to make a potion to help with her pain. The potion was easy enough to make but had to brew for hours. She passed the time by exploring the villa and finding a bedroom of her own.
Her room overlooked the ocean and she discovered the pool in the backyard with hammocks and a private bar. Not wanting to run into Malfoy at the beach she stayed in the yard until her potion was ready.
With five minuets left on her potion she waited in the kitchen. Draco came in still in swimming trunks perplexed why dinner wasn't ready. "You didn't cook anything?" Malfoy asked.
"Of course not. I'm brewing a potion," she said as she stirred her concoction. "What is the point of a wife if dinner isn't ready?" Malfoy asked.
Irked by his comment she answered, "What is the point of a husband if he does not love you?" Ready to lose his temper again, Malfoy walked over to her until he saw what she was brewing.
"Is that a healing potion?" Draco asked. When Hermione nodded yes to reply and sipped her potion he said, "Why do you need that? Besides, you did it wrong."
"I need it because someone is a monstrous brute," Hermione said pointing her wand at Malfoy. With her wand pointed Draco took a few steps back.
"You should have added boiled bay leaves," Malfoy said. "What would you know about healing potions anyway?" Hermione asked. She refused to believe Malfoy could be better at her than something magically.
"I happen to have an interest in healing. So not only did you manage to mess up your own potion, you've messed up my dinner," said Malfoy. Hermione downed the rest of her potion and yelled at him to starve before going to her room.
She could hear Malfoy banging around in the kitchen looking for something suitable to eat while cursing her quite loudly. Narcissa's words were echoing in her ears by the time the kitchen was silent.
Sure enough Malfoy had found which room she was staying in and began to untie his swim trunks. Remaining calm and strong with her wand tucked in her pocked she said, "Do you think we are alone?"
"We are on a private beach on an island. I thought you were supposed to be bright?" He commented. "No, I mean do you think You-Know-Who can hear us?" Hermione asked quietly.
She wanted desperately to talk to someone about their situation and who better than the man she was stuck on an island with? "I told you never to speak of that!" Malfoy urged. "But you said we were alone!" Hermione replied.
"The Dark Lord is a skilled at Legilimency. There are no secrets," Malfoy said seriously. "Now let's get this over with," he added advancing on Hermione.
"Doesn't it bother you that I was blackmailed and coerced into marrying you?" Hermione asked. There were too many questions that she needed answers to and being stuck on an island with someone would be a good time to talk.
"This isn't blackmail. It's ownership," he said. "You do not own me, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, standing her ground. Her hand was now in her pocket ready to pull out her wand.
"As unhappy as it makes me, you are my wife. Is that not ownership? And if you try to curse me I will call The Dark Lord himself and tell him exactly who is preventing me from doing my husbandly duties," Malfoy threatened.
"You wouldn't dare," Hermione said. Surely Draco was not dumb enough to call upon The Dark Lord. "Try me," Malfoy said as he held his arm out to show his Dark Mark.
"We will be here until the New Year and I don't want to beat you blue every night. Stay out of my way and I will stay out of yours until we have to do our marital tasks. Do we have an agreement?"
"No, we don't have an agreement! When we return to England you will personally see to it that my parents are treated better," Hermione bargained. "Why should I do that? I don't care about your Muggle parents," he said.
"We could always duel and sort this out," Hermione offered, wand drawn. Malfoy saw the hate that Hermione held in her eyes and knew she was a quick little Muggle-born.
"You cunning little snake," he cursed. "Your parents will receive better treatment in exchange for you putting that damn wand away and not upsetting me when I visit your bed at night. Agreed?" Malfoy said.
Hermione agreed with him and he responded, "Now take off those ugly things you call robes."