Chapter 3: trapped

Draco was standing in a throne room, dressed in the finest black robes. His hair had never been so soft, before leaving he had to figure out what products they gave him.
"now remember, my darling, you'll have to marry this girl, so try to like her just a little bit" the woman next to him hissed, he presumed she was the Queen. It didn't take him long to figure out who was who in this court. From across the room, a blonde girl was eyeing him and sending him suggestive glances. And then they announced her. He heard her name and looked at the door, fully prepared to see the bushy know it all Granger barge in to the room as the unrefined girl she was, but nothing could prepare him for what happened next. In walked a beautifully elegant girl in white. The dressed hugged her body just right and pulled his attention to parts of her he never knew existed. Her hair was tamed into lush curls dancing with every step she took. She took a bow and stood in front of the three royals.
"Welcome back to court, Lady Hermione, we're so pleased to have you back and engaged to our beloved son and heir to the throne, Prince Draco" the king smiled at her and Draco stepped forward. Offering her his hand. He saw her eyes grow big before she took his hand. He stood by her side and the sound of her voice resonated in his ears.
"I thank you, your majesty, for your kindness and hospitality" The music started playing and Draco grabbed Hermione's waist and courted her along the dancefloor with the entre royal court watching them.
"You handled that quite well, Granger" he whispered to her.
"As do you, why do I feel like you've danced like this before." She smiled at him.
"Perks of being a pureblood" he smirked. Their bodies were in perfect harmony on the dancefloor, her dress flowing in the air as he picked her up and swirled her around. After a little while, other people joined the dance and Hermione and Draco slowed down; staring at eachother. Just for a second and the next minute someone grabbed her hand.
"Mind if I cut in?" Hermione looked at the person grabbing her hand and looked into the stale blue eyes of James, the boy who had brought her here.
"By all means" Draco let go of her and Hermione was swept off by James. Draco retreated to the sidelines and watched them. He was tall and dark haired, and Draco didn't like him. He watched his hands on her waist and he watched as he swirled her around on the dancefloor. Inside, his gut was feeling odd. At the end of the dance, he bent over her, her hair almost touching the tiled on the floor, his face was inches from hers. Draco clenched his fists, not really knowing why.

Hermione felt his breath against her face and he smirked at her. He pulled her upright again and held on to her a little longer.
"That was quite the dance, Lord James" she gasped.
"You weren't so bad either, Lady Hermione" he smiled at her. "I'll leave you to your fiancée, but don't you dare forget about me" he left her in the middle of the dancefloor, looking slightly confused. She walked back to the side of the room to grab a drink and poured wine down her throat.
"Have fun out there?" she turned to see Draco standing next to her.
"What?" she was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
"Did you have fun out there, dancing with him" he rephrased his question.
"ehm, sure, it was fine." She answered.
"I've been trying to find a way out of here" he continued, sounding a little annoyed.
"And?" she asked.
"We need our wands, but apparently, they are nowhere to be found. I've been talking to a lot of people and apparently we went back in time, or something weird like that" he explained.
"Back in time? That isn't possible" she gasped.
"Well, apparently, it is, because, we did" he stated.
"Okay, so what now, I need to get back home, I have a Dark Lord to vanquish." He rolled his eyes.
"Yes, we all have things to do" he answered. "We'll figure something out" he finally said.
"Good, cause I'm not marrying you" she continued.
"Well, no, by the looks of it, you'll be marrying that James guy" he hissed before stalking off. Hermione raised her eyebrows in his departure. She turned back to the buffet and grabbed another drink.
"Careful there, Hermione, wouldn't want you to drink too much" she turned around to find James standing there.
"I can handle myself" she answered.
"How are you finding your engagement?" he commented.
"It's fine" she answered quickly.
"It sounds like it's everything you dreamed about" he smirked.
"It's none of your business, is what it is" she hissed turning and walking away. She retreated to her chambers, tearing of the dress or at least as much as she could without help. She stood laced in her corset, crying. She needed to get out of here. In this time, she was nothing more but a tool for men to get what they wanted and she would be damned to play into their plans. She was clawing at her corset, trying to get it off, but the more she tried, the more she felt trapped. It became harder to breathe, she was panicking. She shattered a vase and grabbed a shard to try and cut the laces on the corset but she wasn't succeeding any time soon.

Draco was walking back to Hermione's chambers. He needed to talk to someone who didn't talk like they were born in medieval times. And sadly for him, she was the only one. There were two guards at her door, but they would never block him from entering, he was the crownprince after all. He walked into the room finding Hermione on the floor. She was wearing nothing but her corset, which was still a dress by modern standards but somehow felt different now.
"Hermione?" he asked. She turned to him, her cheeks wet with tears and there were streaks of blood on her face.
"Hermione, what the hell?" he hissed and ran over to her. He grabbed her hands and saw that they were cut open and that she was holding a shard of glass in her hand.
"What did you do?" he asked, taking the shard from her.
"I couldn't breathe" she whispered.
"So you decided to cut yourself open?" he asked. She shrugged. He started unlacing the corset , loosening it so it didn't cling to her body anymore.
"Let's get you cleaned up" he helped her up and walked her to the basin of water that sat on her dresser. He grabbed a cloth and carefully washed the blood from her hands. There were several deep cuts on her palms and after cleaning the blood, he carefully wrapped them in cloth. He then slowly wiped the blood from her face.
"We can't have you going crazy here, Granger, I need you to help me if we ever plan on getting out of here." He smiled at her.
"I couldn't breathe" she repeated. "I felt so trapped, I'm nothing here, Malfoy, I am just a pawn in a much larger scheme of men" she sighed.
"Granger, are you serious?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. She nodded. "You are going to be the queen of this Argon country soon, from what I hear. Your father is on his deathbed" he smirked.
"Seriously? I feel like I should feel bad about that though." He shook his head.
"You don't know the man, Granger, and soon, you'll be a queen and then everyone will have to bow for you, not the other way around" he touched her cheek. Hermione looked at him.
"I don't want to wait that long, I want to get out of here" she whispered.
"Well, we'll keep trying" he whispered. She nodded. "Thanks for helping me get out of this thing, she whispered. The corset was still hanging loosely around her frame, but her breathing was no longer constricted. He was sure she would be able to get out of it completely on her own.
"You should go, before anyone starts asking questions." She got up.
"I'm your fiancée, Granger, no one is going to ask questions" he smirked. "But I'll see you tomorrow." She watched him walk out the door and finally let the corset slip of her body.

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