Chapter 8~A Strange Feeling
Hermione's POV
I woke much later in the afternoon, and looked about me in confusion.
'This isn't my room! Where am I?'
Presently I noticed an arm slung about my waist, and I turned to face whoever it was. I was horrified at first, that Draco Malfoy was in my house, let alone in my bed, but then I remembered. So I snuggled deeper into the circle of his arms, and sighed happily once more.
Draco's POV
I woke feeling so happy, so content, so.complete. It was something I wasn't supposed to feel, so I tried to suppress it at first. Then I noticed a woman asleep beside me, and tried to place her. Deep brown curls cascaded down her back, and her skin was a creamy coffee color (imagine the color of coffee with a lot of milk, or tea with a lot of milk). I finally placed her when I noticed a small tattoo on her left hip. It was of a griffin and a lightning bolt.
'Hermione!' I thought. 'Congratulations, my task is complete.'
Just then Hermione turned to look at me. She was horrified, judging by the look on her face and her eyes, wide with shock. Then they glazed over as she remembered something. She turned back over and snuggled closer to me.
I leaned over and blew softly, very softly, in her ear.
"You 'wake, Mione?" I asked.
"Now, I am. D'you feel like eating?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it, I'm a bit hungry. How about you?"
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't hungry, Draco."
I stood, and extended my hand to her. She waved me off, telling me to find her and I something to wear. I looked around the room. Our clothes were strewn all over. I began the thankless task of gathering our clothes.
I deposited hers right in front of her, and she stopped me before I could straighten again. Hermione gave me a kiss. I sank down and sat on the bed, I've found it's easier to kiss when we're nearer to each other.
We should get dressed," I say finally.
"You're right. We should."
Just as we finish getting dressed, I clasp my forearm in pain.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Crap. She noticed.
"Mione, I have to go. I love you." I diapparated.
Hermione's POV
"Did he just say he loves me?" I wondered aloud. "I'll have to ask him later." I finished dressing, and went to my own bedchamber. When I reached my room, there was a house elf, Ebana, waiting for me.
"Mistress, there's men waiting for you downstairs," she squeaked.
"Thank you, Bena. Tell them I'll be along presently. Wait-before you go, tell me, what were they wearing? Not black with masks?"
"No, Mistress. Not that Ebana could see."
I pondered her words for some time after she had left, then realized what she had meant. She had recognized that there was, however large or small, some disguise on these men.
'Well,' I thought, 'two can play that game.'
I dressed in my oldest robes, and reached for my wand.
"Bloody hell! Draco has it!"
I walked quickly through the room that the gentlemen (HA!) were in, praying they wouldn't recognize me. No such luck.
"It's her!" shouted one of the men, and the closest to me grabbed for my arms.
Draco's POV
I bowed low after apparating to Voldemort.
"You called, my lord?" I kept my face downcast.
"Rise, young one. Come and sit. How is it progressing?"
"Very well, my lord. I have successfully seduced her, and she might even be pregnant."
"Good. You shall finally have an heir. I sent my best men to her house after I called for you, ro retrieve her. Under glamour, of course."
"My lord?" I wasn't sure I comprehended him correctly.
"She shall be kept under lock and key here. If she is in fact pregnant, she'll live until the child is weaned, or until she joins us; but if she is not."
"My lord, what if the child is a girl?"
"Then seduce her until she produces a boy!"
"Yes, my lord."
Hermione's POV
I screamed as they grabbed me, and a man put a silencing charm on me. The same one looked over my clothes critically, pointed his wand at me, and muttered, "Medievallous semper odiamus."
I looked down, and discovered I was in a silver and green medieval gown. It was tight about the bodice, and flared slightly at my hips. The sleeves flowed gracefully out from the shoulder, and gave me plenty of mobility. The lacing of the bodice was emerald, and the trim at the bottom of the gown was emerald as well.
Then everyone touched, or was made to touch, in my case, a portkey. We were jerked forward and touched down inside the banquet hall of a castle. The men still surrounded me, and the ones holding my arms had not let go at all, not even as we marched down to the dais at the end of the hall. When we reached the dais, all the men bowed. I did not.
"Bow, you fool," whispered one of my captors.
"Nay, Williams, she doesn't have to bow," a cold voice said.
I searched for the owner of the voice, and found him on the dais. Voldemort himself, and-my heart sank upon seeing him-Saber; also known as Draco Malfoy.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Ms. Marinetta. Make yourself at home."
"Why should I?" I asked, drawing gasps from those witnessing the exchange.
"I should curse you right now. But since you are possibly pregnant, I shall refrain." I shot a glare of disgust at the man seated next to the one currently talking. "Instead, since I'm feeling courteous, I'll answer your inquiry." He was about to continue when Saber murmured something to him. "Yes, I quite agree. Perhaps it would be better that way." He snapped his fingers, and all my captors fled. "Step forward, Ms. Marinetta," he commanded me. I did not do as he said. Saber stepped from the dais. He escorted, in my opinion dragged, me to the dais.
I got my first good look at Lord Voldemort then. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent, and his eyes were completely black, no other color seen, and shaped as snake's eyes. Defiantly I met his gaze, and he chuckled. Not something I would expect from an 'all powerful' Dark Lord.
"She has spirit, Saber. You've done well."
"Thank you, my lord." Saber still hadn't let his death grip on my arm go, and I winced as his finger dug into my flesh.
"You can take her away."
"Where, my lord?"
"Where? Saber, I expected better from you. To the dungeons of course!" barked Lord Voldemort.
"My lord, you think it wise? In her condition?" asked Saber.
"Then take her to your manor. Keep her under lock and key, as we discussed earlier, and snap her wand. Assuming you already have it."
"No!" I cried. "Please."
"Please what, Ms. Marinetta?"
"Please.don't snap my wand," I begged.
"I leave that up to your actions in Mr. Malfoy's care. Keep her from harm."
"Yes, my lord. I'll get her settled now." We took another portkey to Malfoy Manor.
Hermione's POV
I woke much later in the afternoon, and looked about me in confusion.
'This isn't my room! Where am I?'
Presently I noticed an arm slung about my waist, and I turned to face whoever it was. I was horrified at first, that Draco Malfoy was in my house, let alone in my bed, but then I remembered. So I snuggled deeper into the circle of his arms, and sighed happily once more.
Draco's POV
I woke feeling so happy, so content, so.complete. It was something I wasn't supposed to feel, so I tried to suppress it at first. Then I noticed a woman asleep beside me, and tried to place her. Deep brown curls cascaded down her back, and her skin was a creamy coffee color (imagine the color of coffee with a lot of milk, or tea with a lot of milk). I finally placed her when I noticed a small tattoo on her left hip. It was of a griffin and a lightning bolt.
'Hermione!' I thought. 'Congratulations, my task is complete.'
Just then Hermione turned to look at me. She was horrified, judging by the look on her face and her eyes, wide with shock. Then they glazed over as she remembered something. She turned back over and snuggled closer to me.
I leaned over and blew softly, very softly, in her ear.
"You 'wake, Mione?" I asked.
"Now, I am. D'you feel like eating?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it, I'm a bit hungry. How about you?"
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't hungry, Draco."
I stood, and extended my hand to her. She waved me off, telling me to find her and I something to wear. I looked around the room. Our clothes were strewn all over. I began the thankless task of gathering our clothes.
I deposited hers right in front of her, and she stopped me before I could straighten again. Hermione gave me a kiss. I sank down and sat on the bed, I've found it's easier to kiss when we're nearer to each other.
We should get dressed," I say finally.
"You're right. We should."
Just as we finish getting dressed, I clasp my forearm in pain.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Crap. She noticed.
"Mione, I have to go. I love you." I diapparated.
Hermione's POV
"Did he just say he loves me?" I wondered aloud. "I'll have to ask him later." I finished dressing, and went to my own bedchamber. When I reached my room, there was a house elf, Ebana, waiting for me.
"Mistress, there's men waiting for you downstairs," she squeaked.
"Thank you, Bena. Tell them I'll be along presently. Wait-before you go, tell me, what were they wearing? Not black with masks?"
"No, Mistress. Not that Ebana could see."
I pondered her words for some time after she had left, then realized what she had meant. She had recognized that there was, however large or small, some disguise on these men.
'Well,' I thought, 'two can play that game.'
I dressed in my oldest robes, and reached for my wand.
"Bloody hell! Draco has it!"
I walked quickly through the room that the gentlemen (HA!) were in, praying they wouldn't recognize me. No such luck.
"It's her!" shouted one of the men, and the closest to me grabbed for my arms.
Draco's POV
I bowed low after apparating to Voldemort.
"You called, my lord?" I kept my face downcast.
"Rise, young one. Come and sit. How is it progressing?"
"Very well, my lord. I have successfully seduced her, and she might even be pregnant."
"Good. You shall finally have an heir. I sent my best men to her house after I called for you, ro retrieve her. Under glamour, of course."
"My lord?" I wasn't sure I comprehended him correctly.
"She shall be kept under lock and key here. If she is in fact pregnant, she'll live until the child is weaned, or until she joins us; but if she is not."
"My lord, what if the child is a girl?"
"Then seduce her until she produces a boy!"
"Yes, my lord."
Hermione's POV
I screamed as they grabbed me, and a man put a silencing charm on me. The same one looked over my clothes critically, pointed his wand at me, and muttered, "Medievallous semper odiamus."
I looked down, and discovered I was in a silver and green medieval gown. It was tight about the bodice, and flared slightly at my hips. The sleeves flowed gracefully out from the shoulder, and gave me plenty of mobility. The lacing of the bodice was emerald, and the trim at the bottom of the gown was emerald as well.
Then everyone touched, or was made to touch, in my case, a portkey. We were jerked forward and touched down inside the banquet hall of a castle. The men still surrounded me, and the ones holding my arms had not let go at all, not even as we marched down to the dais at the end of the hall. When we reached the dais, all the men bowed. I did not.
"Bow, you fool," whispered one of my captors.
"Nay, Williams, she doesn't have to bow," a cold voice said.
I searched for the owner of the voice, and found him on the dais. Voldemort himself, and-my heart sank upon seeing him-Saber; also known as Draco Malfoy.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Ms. Marinetta. Make yourself at home."
"Why should I?" I asked, drawing gasps from those witnessing the exchange.
"I should curse you right now. But since you are possibly pregnant, I shall refrain." I shot a glare of disgust at the man seated next to the one currently talking. "Instead, since I'm feeling courteous, I'll answer your inquiry." He was about to continue when Saber murmured something to him. "Yes, I quite agree. Perhaps it would be better that way." He snapped his fingers, and all my captors fled. "Step forward, Ms. Marinetta," he commanded me. I did not do as he said. Saber stepped from the dais. He escorted, in my opinion dragged, me to the dais.
I got my first good look at Lord Voldemort then. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent, and his eyes were completely black, no other color seen, and shaped as snake's eyes. Defiantly I met his gaze, and he chuckled. Not something I would expect from an 'all powerful' Dark Lord.
"She has spirit, Saber. You've done well."
"Thank you, my lord." Saber still hadn't let his death grip on my arm go, and I winced as his finger dug into my flesh.
"You can take her away."
"Where, my lord?"
"Where? Saber, I expected better from you. To the dungeons of course!" barked Lord Voldemort.
"My lord, you think it wise? In her condition?" asked Saber.
"Then take her to your manor. Keep her under lock and key, as we discussed earlier, and snap her wand. Assuming you already have it."
"No!" I cried. "Please."
"Please what, Ms. Marinetta?"
"Please.don't snap my wand," I begged.
"I leave that up to your actions in Mr. Malfoy's care. Keep her from harm."
"Yes, my lord. I'll get her settled now." We took another portkey to Malfoy Manor.
