What Cannot Be Purchased
Chapter Seven: Séduction et Péché
(Seduction and Sin)
Hermione's fears finally ripped free in a desperate scream. But she was a fighter, and out of habit jammed her elbow back into Draco's face. The world spun and she found herself pinned to the carpet being straddled by a smirking Malfoy.
"Malfoy! Get off of me!" she bellowed.
His eyes darkened. "Don't be impertinent, girl. That is the only warning you get"
Hermione huffed and struggled against him while Draco held her in place with his thighs, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"GET OFF YOU BASTARD!"
She felt a sharp pain on her cheek and realized he'd hit her.
"I said to show respect for your lord and master" he growled.
But his mood lightened. He got up and strolled over to the bed. With a few well-placed movements he had arranged himself lounging in the numerous pillows in a way that could only be described as sexy. He motioned for her to follow. He was rewarded with a blush creeping into her cheeks and shuffling of feet. After a moment she regained her resolve. Standing her ground she addressed him.
"Malfoy-"
"Master" he corrected.
'It will be a cold day in Hell when I call him Master' she thought.
He frowned at her suddenly. "That Star" he said in reference to her Star of Godric, "will have to go"
"You can't" She said haughtily, "it's impossible to remove"
"There are ways" he said vaguely.
"What I am trying to say is that I am worth much more as a prisoner of War, as a trade, then as this"
She was cut off as he rose to place a finger to her lips, and slid it down across her mouth. While she was not the least bit tempted to sleep with him he was being very distracting and she felt she was getting nowhere. In any other situation she would have slept him.
"Malfoy" she said, trying to bring him back to reality. She cursed herself and waited for the blow she expected. Instead, she felt a hot mouth close to her ear.
"The only time you are allowed to say my name is when you scream it in ecstasy." She shivered. Not because it was inviting, but the statement was so brash, so completely strait forward it seemed appealing to discuss the taboo of sex so openly.
"I. Am. Not. Going. To. Sleep. With. You." She said slowly. "Aren't you listening? Why waste a chance for bargaining to nurse a school grudge?" She said, backing away from his body, which had somehow come entirely too close to her.
"School grudge?" He asked sharply. She had his attention now. Hermione swallowed.
"Yes. Against Harry, Ron and myself. Well, mainly Harry but I know you've always been angry about-" She was interrupted by the sound of his rich laughter.
He looked at her as though he were seeing her for the first time. Through his laughter he managed to choke out "The fates-have-a sense- of humor-" Pause for breath "don't they-Granger?"
"What is so funny?" She asked tentatively, feeling Malfoy had finally lost it.
"I had no idea it was you. I didn't recognize you. Wow, Granger, you're not that ugly anymore. Being in the same room with you doesn't make me sick, imagine that" He mused.
She stood up straighter, realizing she was under scrutiny by the enemy.
"This is too good to waste," He muttered.
"Have a seat, Granger" He gestured to the bed.
"I'd rather not" She said stiffly.
"Imperio" He said casually. "Now come here and sit down" The last order was rough.
She struggled to fight it, but in vain. A moment later her legs through her down inches away from Malfoy on the bed. She scowled at him.
"Don't be sour, Hermione" He said silkily, using her given name as a weapon.
He leaned closer, lips coming too close to her.
"Would you like me to move?" He asked innocently. All she could do was glare, since he had not instructed her to speak.
"Well, I suppose if my closeness was unwelcome you'd ask me to move" He teased wickedly.
She looked at him with absolute hatred. He kissed her roughly complete with strong, thrusting tongue movements. She could feel nothing. Not the lust that surely would have come not the disgust. The Imperio wouldn't allow her to. So she lay there, he mouth being ravaged by her most hated enemy. He knew he had to stop himself soon, but the slick wetness of her lips and the tempting scent of perfume she was wearing were hard to resist. He kissed her several more times, not so rough, but long and deliciously.
It was rape, in a sense, but it would also serve to remind her of her place in his house.
With two words he released her from the Imperio. He had already stopped the oral assault. She sat up, stood up, and then backed away. Her expression was loathing, anger, fear and confusion. He had breeched the rules of the game. But it was his game, and he could change them as he liked.
He realized his mistake then. The Imperio had prevented her from feeling anything along with what he had done, he realized. He would have to remember that next time. He walked over to his table and drew forth a quill and ink.
Calisto,
Make sure Hermione is ready to have dinner with me tomorrow evening. 9 o'clock sharp. I leave her in your capable hands. – Draco Stefan Malfoy
He sealed the note so the words could only be seen by Calisto, to others the page would appear blank. He handed the note to Hermione.
"Dismissed" He said coolly. If she had had her wits about her, she might have protested, but she still seemed a bit dazed and anxious to be away from him. No sooner had she stepped out of the chambers then Draco's manservant appeared to escort her back to the harem.
This was a thing of nightmares.
(A/N: TOLD YA I"D CONTINUE! Now here is the finished chapter I've promised. It wasn't easy to write. Suggestions and comments are welcomed, praise is cherished and flames are kept in a little glass jar for heat during winter. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, in the combing chapter, or maybe the one after it, I will have a list of reviewers and thanks.)