Chapter 11- In the Bedroom
A/N: Due to requests of the fans, there is a little sex in this chapter, and a little romance. Anything could happen right?
"You didn't actually believe that I'd leave you there to chat with Neville's parents and cry to the doctors did you?"
He stared down at her. Still a picture of beauty, although she had paled, her hair was shorter, and she was thinner than she'd ever been in her life.
"No. No Draco."
"Good," he said firmly.
"Feels like it's been years."
"You don't know."
She sighed and rested her head against him as they flew through the night sky on his broom.
"Wear are we going?"
"Don't ask questions," he ordered, and kept his eyes on the sky in front of him.
She nodded but he couldn't see. Hermione had no idea what was going to happen to her now. She almost accepted the fact that her friends weren't going to save her, and that her life rested soley in the hands of Draco Malfoy, her tormenter, her lover, the only thing she had.
It wasn't too much of a surprise to her when Draco carried her into one of the many secret dwellings of The Dark Lord.
"He's letting us use one of his rooms to stay for the night, rest up for tomorrow's journey."
"Journey?"
"You don't need to know about that," he said, brushing off her questions like flies.
The room was big but cozy, with a large four poster bed and roaring fire. Hermione longed for a hot bath but dreaded asking.
Draco rather roughly set her down on the bed, not caring how fragile her emotional and physical state was at the moment.
"You look like shit," he stated.
She didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry?"
He looked down at her and stroked her face. "Didn't I say I'd always take care of you? Didn't I promise you that?"
Hermione was bewildered. "I thought I was just a plaything, I thought you said you would throw me away when you got tired," She blurted out before she could stop herself.
He slapped her off the bed with one hand and brought his face very close to hers. "Don't ever say anything like that again," he whispered, his voice icy and dead calm.
"A-Allright," she stammered, rubbing her cheek with her hand.
"Now come on," He said, holding out his hand to her. She took it reluctantly and gingerly stood up. He led her into the bathroom which was lit with a hundered candles, and smelled of a thunder storm. Draco pulled Hermione's hospital gown over her head and stepped back, staring at her naked body with lust. She made no move to cover herself, as she knew that would anger him, and he would take her forcefully.
Hermione still remembered the last time he took what he wanted from her. It had been her first time with anyone. She hurt so bad that she could barely walk.
Draco pulled his shirt off, drew a bath with his wand, and helped his little captive into it.
He washed her slowly and gently, so unlike Draco. He soaped her breasts, between her legs, and everywhere else. Hermione let her eyes roll back in her head while she enjoyed the relaxing sensations. She hoped that the gentle kindness he was showing her would never end. But end it did.
After he finished rinsing her hair he drained the tub and made her get on all fours inside of it.
Hermione was scared. "Draco please, I'm so tired, can we just..."
He cut her off. "Shut up. You have no say in this. You will obey me at all times or you will be punished."
She winced at his words.
"Now," He began, "We have a little business to attend to. What have you been telling the people at the hospital, what have you been telling your visitors, your parents, Dumbledoor?"
"Nothing Draco, I swear it. I wouldn't betray you."
He struck her with his belt and she cried outloud. "LIAR! I told you not to ever fucking lie to me!"
Hermione sobbed, "Please! Please don't hit me again, I've been good, I've been loyal, I want to be here, with you! I want to join the dark side."
He pondered what she was saying, trying to figure out if it was all true. He slapped her again with his belt. She screamed with agony.
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I am yours and will be forever."
Draco dropped to his knees and pulled her head back by her hair. "If I ever, EVER, find out that you aren't true to me, what I did just now will seem like a walk in the park. I will hurt you so bad you won't want to live anymore, but I won't kill you, I'll torture you until you beg me to end your own life. Don't think I won't, my sweet Hermione. You are beautiful, but you are not everything, and I could go on without your sad pathetic begging voice."
She said nothing, just stared at the bottom of the bathtub, crying softly. He climbed in and kneeled behind her.
"Are you wet for me?"
She didn't respond so he shoved two fingers inside her, working them around until he was satisfied with the amount of moisture her cunt produced.
He placed his cock at her entrence, and gave her no warning before slamming himself up inside her. She screamed as he pounded his frustration away inside of her, pulling on her hair, and digging his fingers into her hips.
"Oh Hermione," he gasped, "My little whore. How I love your body. God I love this so much."
After Draco was through he brushed her hair and put her in their bed, covering her naked body with a blanket. She pretended to be asleep, and when he thought she was, he slipped his arms around her and snuggled up against her.
"Oh Hermione. I do believe I love you."
A/N: Due to requests of the fans, there is a little sex in this chapter, and a little romance. Anything could happen right?
"You didn't actually believe that I'd leave you there to chat with Neville's parents and cry to the doctors did you?"
He stared down at her. Still a picture of beauty, although she had paled, her hair was shorter, and she was thinner than she'd ever been in her life.
"No. No Draco."
"Good," he said firmly.
"Feels like it's been years."
"You don't know."
She sighed and rested her head against him as they flew through the night sky on his broom.
"Wear are we going?"
"Don't ask questions," he ordered, and kept his eyes on the sky in front of him.
She nodded but he couldn't see. Hermione had no idea what was going to happen to her now. She almost accepted the fact that her friends weren't going to save her, and that her life rested soley in the hands of Draco Malfoy, her tormenter, her lover, the only thing she had.
It wasn't too much of a surprise to her when Draco carried her into one of the many secret dwellings of The Dark Lord.
"He's letting us use one of his rooms to stay for the night, rest up for tomorrow's journey."
"Journey?"
"You don't need to know about that," he said, brushing off her questions like flies.
The room was big but cozy, with a large four poster bed and roaring fire. Hermione longed for a hot bath but dreaded asking.
Draco rather roughly set her down on the bed, not caring how fragile her emotional and physical state was at the moment.
"You look like shit," he stated.
She didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry?"
He looked down at her and stroked her face. "Didn't I say I'd always take care of you? Didn't I promise you that?"
Hermione was bewildered. "I thought I was just a plaything, I thought you said you would throw me away when you got tired," She blurted out before she could stop herself.
He slapped her off the bed with one hand and brought his face very close to hers. "Don't ever say anything like that again," he whispered, his voice icy and dead calm.
"A-Allright," she stammered, rubbing her cheek with her hand.
"Now come on," He said, holding out his hand to her. She took it reluctantly and gingerly stood up. He led her into the bathroom which was lit with a hundered candles, and smelled of a thunder storm. Draco pulled Hermione's hospital gown over her head and stepped back, staring at her naked body with lust. She made no move to cover herself, as she knew that would anger him, and he would take her forcefully.
Hermione still remembered the last time he took what he wanted from her. It had been her first time with anyone. She hurt so bad that she could barely walk.
Draco pulled his shirt off, drew a bath with his wand, and helped his little captive into it.
He washed her slowly and gently, so unlike Draco. He soaped her breasts, between her legs, and everywhere else. Hermione let her eyes roll back in her head while she enjoyed the relaxing sensations. She hoped that the gentle kindness he was showing her would never end. But end it did.
After he finished rinsing her hair he drained the tub and made her get on all fours inside of it.
Hermione was scared. "Draco please, I'm so tired, can we just..."
He cut her off. "Shut up. You have no say in this. You will obey me at all times or you will be punished."
She winced at his words.
"Now," He began, "We have a little business to attend to. What have you been telling the people at the hospital, what have you been telling your visitors, your parents, Dumbledoor?"
"Nothing Draco, I swear it. I wouldn't betray you."
He struck her with his belt and she cried outloud. "LIAR! I told you not to ever fucking lie to me!"
Hermione sobbed, "Please! Please don't hit me again, I've been good, I've been loyal, I want to be here, with you! I want to join the dark side."
He pondered what she was saying, trying to figure out if it was all true. He slapped her again with his belt. She screamed with agony.
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I am yours and will be forever."
Draco dropped to his knees and pulled her head back by her hair. "If I ever, EVER, find out that you aren't true to me, what I did just now will seem like a walk in the park. I will hurt you so bad you won't want to live anymore, but I won't kill you, I'll torture you until you beg me to end your own life. Don't think I won't, my sweet Hermione. You are beautiful, but you are not everything, and I could go on without your sad pathetic begging voice."
She said nothing, just stared at the bottom of the bathtub, crying softly. He climbed in and kneeled behind her.
"Are you wet for me?"
She didn't respond so he shoved two fingers inside her, working them around until he was satisfied with the amount of moisture her cunt produced.
He placed his cock at her entrence, and gave her no warning before slamming himself up inside her. She screamed as he pounded his frustration away inside of her, pulling on her hair, and digging his fingers into her hips.
"Oh Hermione," he gasped, "My little whore. How I love your body. God I love this so much."
After Draco was through he brushed her hair and put her in their bed, covering her naked body with a blanket. She pretended to be asleep, and when he thought she was, he slipped his arms around her and snuggled up against her.
"Oh Hermione. I do believe I love you."