Hermione's eyes widened at the breath-taking robe that just appeared on her body. The beautiful dark blue fabric and white and gold embroidery. She was honestly at a loss for words.

Draco watched her eyes light up the minute the robe appeared on her body. He smirked. "This one won't due," He said. It wasn't that he didn't like it. It was quite amazing, and though he tried to deny it, it looked even more amazing on her.

Hermione's jaw dropped slightly. "Wh-what? Why?!"

Draco glared at her. "Please close your mouth. I don't want to stare at your buckteeth," He sneered. "Also, you're in no position to question me ever."

Hermione glared back at him. "I think it's beautiful."

Draco chuckled harshly. "Do you think I care?"

Hermione glared daggers at him in the mirror. Draco pointed his wand, and the robe disappeared off her body. He looked through the magazine full of robes. Nothing caught his fancy. 'She needs a nice robe for the party,' His mind reminded him. 'Yes, but I'd hate to see her get any pleasure out of this,' He thought back. He didn't want her to think he was nice or anything. Draco landed on an emerald robe. He smiled. She'd hate it.

Draco pointed his wand at her, and the robe appeared on her body. Hermione looked in the mirror, and her somewhat hopeful face fell immediately. Her features screamed 'I hate you.' That was so Draco. Pick an emerald robe, the color of Slytherin and his unofficial color.

"Now, this," Draco couldn't contain his smirk, "will most definitely do."

Hermione couldn't think of a witty comeback unfortunately. Draco closed the magazine and tucked his wand back in the pocket of his robe. He watched Hermione look at herself in the mirror. His stomach felt like it was on fire. Draco shifted uncomfortably, but the fire didn't seem to go away. He wondered what was wrong. Had he eaten something that wasn't agreeing with him?

"What?" Hermione asked when she noticed Draco watching her.

Draco glared at her, pushing the fire in his stomach to the back of his mind. "There's certain 'slave etiquette' that you need to learn."

"What do I have to bow and kiss your hand and wipe your ass for you?" Hermione asked innocently.

Draco's eyes turned to ice. "Careful what you say, mudblood."

"And what are you going to do to me? Hit me? You wouldn't lay a finger on me." Hermione happened to like being a bitch to him.

Draco smirked. "Like I said, there is certain 'slave etiquette' that you need to be taught. First rule: You will do as told, understand?" Hermione smiled cockily and nodded. "Good, come here then." Hermione turned around and walked over to him, stopping about a foot in front of him. Draco smiled. "Come here," He repeated. Hermione frowned slightly and moved a step or so closer. His smile grew. "Come here," He stressed it this time. She walked up til her knees brushed his.

Draco was just messing with her mind. He wasn't about to let her get away at all. He was simply planning his attack. He was trying to decide whether to attack her from the inside or out first. "The first rule is one of the most important. Therefore the second one pertains to the first. The second rule is do as you are told without question or any looks." Hermione didn't enjoy being close to Draco, and the way he kept staring at her scared her. "I changed my mind," He said with a slight sigh. "Go lay on the bed."

Hermione's heart raced in her chest. Why would he ask her to do something like that? She stood there instead. "Hermione," Draco said in a voice that one would use with a child. "What is the first rule?"

Hermione was surprised when she found her voice. "I won't."

Draco smirked. "You won't?" He looked as though he had anticipated that answer.

"No," Hermione replied firmly. "I won't."

"Very well." Draco stood up, and Hermione had to look up to see his face. "I'll have to help you." He grabbed her elbow roughly and pulled her over to the bed. She didn't struggle yet she was shaking and her bottom lip was quivering slightly. Draco looked down at the pathetic sight below him. "Are you afraid?" Hermione didn't answer. "Rule three: you will speak when spoken to. Are you afraid?"

"No," Hermione lied.

"Rule four: do not lie, state your opinion, or such unless asked to." Draco was enjoying this, but somehow he felt wrong. "Are you afraid?"

Hermione wasn't feeling like retaliating right now. She didn't doubt Draco would rape her. That thought scared her most. "Yes," She admitted meekly.

Draco forced a smirk onto his face. He wouldn't have smirked naturally, but he had to show he didn't give a shit about her. "Why?" He tried to sound amused. Hermione looked down. "Look at me," He commanded. Hermione reluctantly looked up at him. "Why?" When she didn't respond again, he warned her, "Don't make me repeat myself again." She still couldn't find the right words to answer him with. "Very well." Draco grabbed her chin and kissed her roughly.

Hermione tried to push him away. That burning was spreading like wild fire through her body again. She was losing control. Another second and she might actually think about kissing him back. She bit his bottom lip instead and pushed him away in his surprise. Draco gingerly touched his bleeding lip with one pale fingertip and brought it before his eyes, not even hiding his shock. Instead of hitting her or abusing her as she had assumed he would, he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her passionately. Something about blood brought out a fire inside Draco. It would be so easy for him to just ravage her right now, but he knew he couldn't. Something inside his head wouldn't let him.

Hermione whimpered as her body once again began to loose control. His tongue was licking at her lips, trying to gain access in. She clenched her eyes closed as her mouth opened and allowed his tongue inside. She was feeling weak in the knees. Draco's grip on her arms was probably the only thing keeping her from falling to the ground. Draco's arms, however, soon moved around her waist and pulled her soft frame forcefully up against his hard one. Hermione put her hands on his chest to try and keep her from colliding with him and force some distance between them, but Draco's tongue was working wonders on a tender spot in her mouth. Her hands retreated to cup his neck.

Draco needed to stop, or he wouldn't be able to restrain his desire any longer. Though he really wasn't quite sure why he was even restraining it in the first place. He ended with a long, slow kiss and looked into her lust-filled eyes. 'She's beautiful,' Ran through his head. 'What the fuck?! Push that dirt away!' "Get off!" Draco growled harshly as he pushed her away.

Hermione's back hit the bed post. She frowned at him angrily, but her eyes showed her hurt. She was just being used, and she couldn't do anything about it. She was his slave. 'Don't cry in front of him. Where was that strength from this morning?'

Draco once again forced his trademark smirk onto his face. 'This is how it's supposed to be.' Something about those eyes was stabbing into his chest. He needed to get out of here now! What the hell was happening with him? Not even ten minutes with this mudblood, and already he was losing his mind! "Don't look so pathetic, mudblood. Your face looks uglier than usual." He then disapperated.

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I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel. I did know what I was thinking, and I did know how I was feeling; but I refused to accept either of those. I was probably just desperate for an escape or something. I wasn't enjoying the kiss, and I wasn't hurt when he pushed me off. I was just confused, and I had actually felt relieved. This is what I tried to believe.

'Why did he have to do that to me?' Tears welled up again. I doubt I had ever felt more helpless in my life.

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Draco sat in his oak chair, resting his feet on his desk and wondering. 'I need to break her spirit.' God, she was killing him. He tried to ignore it, but it was there. 'Break her spirit,' He reminded himself before he started thinking those insanely nice thoughts about her. He really must be losing his mind. 'Break her spirit,' He reminded himself again, but his mind wouldn't have anything to do with it. It wouldn't allow him to concentrate it seemed.

"Fine," Draco whispered to himself. Was she feeling this way? It was that question that sparked his idea. He knew how to break her spirit. 'Make her fall in love with you and depend on you.' He laughed out loud. It would be so simple. She was probably already falling madly in love with him. It would be most entertaining to see her so vulnerable in front of him. He could make her think she had a chance, and then throw it in her face that it was all planned. This would break her in enough for the Dark Lord. He was sure of it.

'Now first things first,' Draco thought evilly, 'I need to go and apologize to her.' He started laughing at the thought. 'She'll be so confused.' He laughed harder. 'Oh, this will turn out to be fun.'

Draco apperated to her room. Hermione was lying on the bed with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. 'Oh, shit! Not tears!' He couldn't stand girls crying. He hand no bloody idea what to do when that happened. She looked at him fearfully. 'Apologize!'

"Hermione," He said gently as he walked over to her. He sat on the edge of her bed, and she pulled her legs into her chest away from him. He tried to smile reassuringly. "I won't hurt you," He said in that lovely whisper that every woman he had ever known (which was more than many) had fallen in love with. "I actually-" He laughed sheepishly and tried to look hesitant. "I actually came to . . . well, to apologize." He tried to not burst out laughing when he saw the shocked and confused look on her face. "I've been horrible to you lately," He continued, "and I'm sorry. Do you accept my apology?"

Hermione looked at him suspiciously. "No."

Draco had to stop his eyes from going wide and his jaw from dropping. "Excuse me?"

"No, I don't accept you apology," She repeated.

"Why?!" Draco mentally hit himself for asking this.

"Because I don't feel that you're truly sorry for what you've done, and also . . . I hate you." Hermione smiled in mock sweetness.

Draco had to stop himself from chewing her out. He looked down to hide his confused face. "I'm sorry you feel that way," He said. He was unsure of what he was saying. Was he saying something wrong? Granger was just being a stupid bitch and taking everything the wrong way. He sighed inwardly. 'Better butter her up.'

"You know," He began again, "that blue robe looked very beautiful on you."

Hermione looked very confused now. "What?"

Draco laughed slightly. "You looked beautiful in that blue robe." He gave her a charming smile.

"Why are you saying this?" Hermione's mind was racing. What the hell was going on? "Are you on drugs?"

Draco couldn't stop the glare. "No, I'm not on drugs. Just take the damn compliment."

Hermione smiled now. "Alright, thank you."

Draco was very confused now. He puts on the charm, and she hates him. Now he slips and says something rude, and she . . . He was very, very confused. 'She's can't be right in the head.' "You're welcome."

"So why did you really come in here?" Hermione asked as she scooted back against the headboard. She hadn't said in a fearful way, only mild curiosity.

"To apologize," Draco said as though it were the most obvious thing. 'She must not be right in the head.'

"Right, sure that will happen along with the day that you tell Harry you love him," She said sarcastically.

"Well, you know I did say I was sorry," Draco said coldly. "You were the one who rudely didn't accept it."

"I'm so terribly sorry for not believing the unimaginable."

"Shut up with the sarcasm." Draco glared at her.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," She said coldly.

'What the bloody fuck?!' This woman was just beyond him. "I give up," Draco said aloud. "I give up."

Hermione gave him a look. "It's not that big a deal, Malfoy. I'll accept your apology if you're really that keen on it."

"No, not that!" He spat at her. He sighed heavily and disapperated.

Hermione sat there looking confused. 'I think he's having male PMS.'

aloha peeps. Next chapter is out. I've been reading more than I've been writing sorry guys. Well read and review. Love to all of you!