Chapter 12- Love, Honor, and Obey
Hermione woke up alone in the large bed. She groggily opened her eyes and looked around. Draco was nowhere in sight. She didn't think of escaping though, she wasn't stupid enought to do that. This castle that belonged to The Dark Lord himself was probably full of demons and traps.
Hermione pulled the blanket around her and stepped from the bed. The fire had gone out, and it was so cold. She heard voices in the next room, and quietly crept to the open doorway. A few select deatheaters seemed to be having a meeting, a very important, and PRIVATE meeting. She tried to eavsdrop, but their voices were so low that she couldn't make out anything they were saying. She sighed and gave up.
"Hermione?"
She heard Draco's icy drawl and showed herself. "Good morning angel," he said, in a scarily pleasent voice. She nodded, and smiled just a little.
"I suppose you're wondering what they're all doing here, hmm?"
Hermione shrugged and looked down, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Draco gave off a cold and heartless laugh and motioned for her to come to him. She could feel all the eyes of deatheaters wander over her body.
Hermione sat on the floor at Draco's feet, and leaned her head against his leg.
"Are you sure it's okay that she's in here?" McNair growled, grinding his teeth.
"Shut up McNair," Draco barked, waving his hand.
Hermione wanted to know what was going on, but she knew better than to ask.
"Okay, so everyone understands the plan?"
A series of nods ensued.
"Right then. We'll meet back at Malfoy Manor by midnight. Don't forget, no flying."
Draco's guests apparated out of the room one by one, leaving him with just Hermione, passively sitting at his feet.
"Draco," she said quietly.
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"I suppose."
"How did you manage to escape from the Minestry of Magic?"
He laughed and patted her head.
"I can escape from anyone or anything. I could escape for Azkaban. Peice of cake. They're looking for me though, which is why we have to lay low for a while, until this whole thing blows over. This whole thing being your fault."
Hermione was startled. "M-My fault?"
"Yes," Draco said meanly. "You shouldn't have told Dumbledoor everything that you did. I keep forgetting about that little detail. I'm going to have to stop being so nice to you."
He kicked her away from him and got up from the chair. Hermione gave off a muffled sound of protest but didn't say anything.
"We have to get you ready. It's going to be an important day for you."
"Why?"
"Normally I would be annoyed with your stupid little questions, but today I find them rather amusing. You are fully joining us tonight little one, dark mark and all. I will take you in front of everyone for the sake of proper tradition. If you embaress me, I will disfigure you beyond recognition. You will finally become one of us, and when the time is right, tonight I will claim you as my bride."
She fainted dead cold on the hard ground.
"Excited, are you?" Draco laughed to himself and went into the bathroom.
As soon as he was out of sight, Hermione sat up.
I've tried to get away from him many times. It never worked, but I refuse, absolutely refuse to marry him. What am I going to do, move into Malfoy Manor with Lucius and Narcissa? We can all be one big happy family. Oh God.
She heard the bath running and began to search around the room.
I wish I had my wand right now.
Hermione heard Draco whistling as he came out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked her suspiciously.
"Nothing. I just woke up."
"Right. Here I have your garmets for today."
He tossed them into her open hands. It was a black corset, a black thong, dark green high heels, and a long black see-through robe lined in silver. There was also a silver necklace with a small "M" charm on it. And some sort of veil. It was black and silver and was made to cover her face. She sighed and shrugged.
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Hermione tightly clutched the arm of her "fiance" as he walked briskly down a long candle lit hallway. Hermione didn't know where they were. She never knew. It didn't really matter much anymore. Her life was over. There was no more living for herself anymore, it was all for him. Everything...for him.
Draco knocked on a thick wooden door and waited patiently for it to be opened. He was wearing a traditional black death eater robe, complete with hood.
The foor finally creaked open and the couple entered, only to be greeted by many sneering faces of the other deatheaters, their families, and the whole Slytherin house.
Narcissa and Lucius took up two chairs amongst the group. Hermione recognized Lucius, and figured the blonde crying woman next to him was his wife, and Draco's mother.
Draco nodded greetings at everyone, and shook hands with a few. He leaned down and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Be polite."
She smiled but felt like dying.
They went and took their place at the alter, waiting for Voldemort to show himself. Hermione felt like she was naked and on display, her robe allowing barely any coverage. She could hear all the men smirking, talking about her attributes. Draco just stared straight ahead, as if he was blocking out everything.
Then, magically, The Dark Lord appeared before Hermione and Draco, shooting fear through everyone. They all gasped and stood up, bowing their heads before their master.
He clasped his long, bony hands together and smiled evilly.
"Draco, my son. And Hermione, my new daughter."
He took her hand and raised it to his lips, in what she took as a sick and twisted gesture of affection. Draco grimaced, but no one seemed to notice.
"Shall we begin?"
Draco nodded affirmatively.
Hermione was surprised the initial ceremony was fairly normal.
"Do you promise to love, honor, and obey, until death do you part?"
Oh God. Oh God.
She remained silent. He nudged her. "Say it now. Now!"
Volemort waited rather patiently for the girl to come to her senses and agree to the marriage, but she just couldn't. Something inside her was growing.
"I can't," she said, loudly and defiantly. "I won't!"
The look on Draco's face was priceless. He couldn't believe what she was trying to pull, and after he had gone on about that bit of disfiguring her! It seemed as if she didn't really care about any of that though.
"You can take my body, rape me, hurt me, damage me, but you will never have my soul. Never."
Voldemort giggled, much as a little boy would when he was up to something mischevious. "Well, I suppose there's only one thing left to do..."
"Imperio!"
And like that she said "I do."
"Stupid half wit of a girl," he laughed, dusting himself off and removing the curse. "You may now kiss the bride."
Draco roughly pushed aside her veil and and kissed her lips, hard, tasting the salt of her tears that had fallen upon them as she had tried to fight the curse. He lifted her up and placed her on a table that appeared in the middle of the room.
"Now," Voldemort said gleefully, "It's time for the OTHER part of the ceremony."
Appreciative laughs all around.
Draco whispered in her ear, so low that she could barely hear him. "Just lie still. I'll try not to hurt you. Just don't move. It will be over soon. Be good."
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"How the fuck did you find this place?"
Harry looked at Ron, annoyed. "Jesus Ron, what do you think I've been doing for the past few days, my homework?"
"Are you sure she's in there?" Ginny asked skeptically.
"I'm not sure of anything, but even if there's a one in a million chance that she's in there, then I'm going."
"Yea, but how did you even find out about this in the first place?"
"You don't want to know."
"Why?"
"Ron, you realllly don't want to know."
Ron looked puzzled, so Harry sighed and crouched on the ground, pulling the confused Ron with him.
"I finally gave Pansy what she's been after."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't be dense Ron. You know..."
"What?"
"I gave her a little somethin' somethin'."
"What something?"
"Have you ever watched MTV?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. Let's just say she rode me like a cowgirl."
Ron scratched his head, but Harry figured if he didn't get it after that, then he simply never would.
"You ready Ginny," he nodded to the flexible red head.
"Ready as I'll ever be Harry."
Hermione woke up alone in the large bed. She groggily opened her eyes and looked around. Draco was nowhere in sight. She didn't think of escaping though, she wasn't stupid enought to do that. This castle that belonged to The Dark Lord himself was probably full of demons and traps.
Hermione pulled the blanket around her and stepped from the bed. The fire had gone out, and it was so cold. She heard voices in the next room, and quietly crept to the open doorway. A few select deatheaters seemed to be having a meeting, a very important, and PRIVATE meeting. She tried to eavsdrop, but their voices were so low that she couldn't make out anything they were saying. She sighed and gave up.
"Hermione?"
She heard Draco's icy drawl and showed herself. "Good morning angel," he said, in a scarily pleasent voice. She nodded, and smiled just a little.
"I suppose you're wondering what they're all doing here, hmm?"
Hermione shrugged and looked down, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Draco gave off a cold and heartless laugh and motioned for her to come to him. She could feel all the eyes of deatheaters wander over her body.
Hermione sat on the floor at Draco's feet, and leaned her head against his leg.
"Are you sure it's okay that she's in here?" McNair growled, grinding his teeth.
"Shut up McNair," Draco barked, waving his hand.
Hermione wanted to know what was going on, but she knew better than to ask.
"Okay, so everyone understands the plan?"
A series of nods ensued.
"Right then. We'll meet back at Malfoy Manor by midnight. Don't forget, no flying."
Draco's guests apparated out of the room one by one, leaving him with just Hermione, passively sitting at his feet.
"Draco," she said quietly.
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"I suppose."
"How did you manage to escape from the Minestry of Magic?"
He laughed and patted her head.
"I can escape from anyone or anything. I could escape for Azkaban. Peice of cake. They're looking for me though, which is why we have to lay low for a while, until this whole thing blows over. This whole thing being your fault."
Hermione was startled. "M-My fault?"
"Yes," Draco said meanly. "You shouldn't have told Dumbledoor everything that you did. I keep forgetting about that little detail. I'm going to have to stop being so nice to you."
He kicked her away from him and got up from the chair. Hermione gave off a muffled sound of protest but didn't say anything.
"We have to get you ready. It's going to be an important day for you."
"Why?"
"Normally I would be annoyed with your stupid little questions, but today I find them rather amusing. You are fully joining us tonight little one, dark mark and all. I will take you in front of everyone for the sake of proper tradition. If you embaress me, I will disfigure you beyond recognition. You will finally become one of us, and when the time is right, tonight I will claim you as my bride."
She fainted dead cold on the hard ground.
"Excited, are you?" Draco laughed to himself and went into the bathroom.
As soon as he was out of sight, Hermione sat up.
I've tried to get away from him many times. It never worked, but I refuse, absolutely refuse to marry him. What am I going to do, move into Malfoy Manor with Lucius and Narcissa? We can all be one big happy family. Oh God.
She heard the bath running and began to search around the room.
I wish I had my wand right now.
Hermione heard Draco whistling as he came out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked her suspiciously.
"Nothing. I just woke up."
"Right. Here I have your garmets for today."
He tossed them into her open hands. It was a black corset, a black thong, dark green high heels, and a long black see-through robe lined in silver. There was also a silver necklace with a small "M" charm on it. And some sort of veil. It was black and silver and was made to cover her face. She sighed and shrugged.
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Hermione tightly clutched the arm of her "fiance" as he walked briskly down a long candle lit hallway. Hermione didn't know where they were. She never knew. It didn't really matter much anymore. Her life was over. There was no more living for herself anymore, it was all for him. Everything...for him.
Draco knocked on a thick wooden door and waited patiently for it to be opened. He was wearing a traditional black death eater robe, complete with hood.
The foor finally creaked open and the couple entered, only to be greeted by many sneering faces of the other deatheaters, their families, and the whole Slytherin house.
Narcissa and Lucius took up two chairs amongst the group. Hermione recognized Lucius, and figured the blonde crying woman next to him was his wife, and Draco's mother.
Draco nodded greetings at everyone, and shook hands with a few. He leaned down and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Be polite."
She smiled but felt like dying.
They went and took their place at the alter, waiting for Voldemort to show himself. Hermione felt like she was naked and on display, her robe allowing barely any coverage. She could hear all the men smirking, talking about her attributes. Draco just stared straight ahead, as if he was blocking out everything.
Then, magically, The Dark Lord appeared before Hermione and Draco, shooting fear through everyone. They all gasped and stood up, bowing their heads before their master.
He clasped his long, bony hands together and smiled evilly.
"Draco, my son. And Hermione, my new daughter."
He took her hand and raised it to his lips, in what she took as a sick and twisted gesture of affection. Draco grimaced, but no one seemed to notice.
"Shall we begin?"
Draco nodded affirmatively.
Hermione was surprised the initial ceremony was fairly normal.
"Do you promise to love, honor, and obey, until death do you part?"
Oh God. Oh God.
She remained silent. He nudged her. "Say it now. Now!"
Volemort waited rather patiently for the girl to come to her senses and agree to the marriage, but she just couldn't. Something inside her was growing.
"I can't," she said, loudly and defiantly. "I won't!"
The look on Draco's face was priceless. He couldn't believe what she was trying to pull, and after he had gone on about that bit of disfiguring her! It seemed as if she didn't really care about any of that though.
"You can take my body, rape me, hurt me, damage me, but you will never have my soul. Never."
Voldemort giggled, much as a little boy would when he was up to something mischevious. "Well, I suppose there's only one thing left to do..."
"Imperio!"
And like that she said "I do."
"Stupid half wit of a girl," he laughed, dusting himself off and removing the curse. "You may now kiss the bride."
Draco roughly pushed aside her veil and and kissed her lips, hard, tasting the salt of her tears that had fallen upon them as she had tried to fight the curse. He lifted her up and placed her on a table that appeared in the middle of the room.
"Now," Voldemort said gleefully, "It's time for the OTHER part of the ceremony."
Appreciative laughs all around.
Draco whispered in her ear, so low that she could barely hear him. "Just lie still. I'll try not to hurt you. Just don't move. It will be over soon. Be good."
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"How the fuck did you find this place?"
Harry looked at Ron, annoyed. "Jesus Ron, what do you think I've been doing for the past few days, my homework?"
"Are you sure she's in there?" Ginny asked skeptically.
"I'm not sure of anything, but even if there's a one in a million chance that she's in there, then I'm going."
"Yea, but how did you even find out about this in the first place?"
"You don't want to know."
"Why?"
"Ron, you realllly don't want to know."
Ron looked puzzled, so Harry sighed and crouched on the ground, pulling the confused Ron with him.
"I finally gave Pansy what she's been after."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't be dense Ron. You know..."
"What?"
"I gave her a little somethin' somethin'."
"What something?"
"Have you ever watched MTV?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. Let's just say she rode me like a cowgirl."
Ron scratched his head, but Harry figured if he didn't get it after that, then he simply never would.
"You ready Ginny," he nodded to the flexible red head.
"Ready as I'll ever be Harry."