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Dramione
Draco watched as Hermione stopped in front of him. He smirked. She looked so scared, so vulnerable.
'Poor little Mudblood.'
Hermione turned her face up slightly, meeting his eyes. She glared. Their last encounter alone had been very uncomfortable on her part.
As Draco watched, Hermione's eyes suddenly glazed over.
'What the hell?'
Abruptly Hermione remembered the Deatheaters and Draco telling her that she must obey him, and only him. She gasped and started to struggle, but found it to be useless. He was much more stronger than she would EVER be.
Draco kept her as still as he could.
"Granger, stay still!" He ordered.
She immediately stopped struggling and she fell slightly limp.
"Get off of me…" She muttered.
"Mudblood, you know very well that I'm not going to let you go, so do us both a favor and hold still."
Unwillingly she shut up and stopped struggling.
"Now, as I said earlier on the train, you will tell NO ONE about what happened on the train, or you will suffer severe consequences. Got it?"
She just nodded.
Draco spun her around to face him.
"From now on, when I ask you a question, I except an audible answer from you. Ok?"
"Yes, Master." Hermione said sarcastically.
Draco smirked again. "That does have a little ring to it. From now on, address me as Master Draco."
"Yes, master Draco." Hermione mumbled. She glared to herself. This SO wasn't her night.
"Alright then. Go." He said, pushing her away from him again. Hermione stumbled away, and then collided with the stone wall of the room.
She gasped as she hit it. She looked up to see what Draco was doing, laughing no doubt, but he was already gone.
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Later that evening, Hermione was relaxing in the huge bathtub she had discovered when she was looking around her room. The bathtub was huge, slightly bigger than the prefect's bathroom and full of different usable lotions and herbs.
As she was washing out her hair, she had a strange urge to go to the Slytherin common room. She sighed.
'Draco.'
Hermione tried desperately to ignore it, but eventually she got out of the tub, dressed and headed towards the dungeons.
When she walked past a painting of a Basilisk, her entire body tingled, and she turned back and stopped in front of it. The snake hissed.
"Erm, um… I've been summoned." Hermione said, hoping stupidly that the painting would open.
It didn't and the Basilisk hissed again.
Hermione stomped her foot impatiently and started to turn away when someone opened the portrait. She looked back to find Blaise Zabini staring at her with a mild look of interest. She spoke.
"Hi… Uh, can you let me in?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
He rolled his eyes.
"Go back to Gryffindor, Mudblood."
She took in a deep breath and ignored his crude comment.
"Please Blaise, I've… I've been summoned."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Summoned? Summoned by who?"
Hermione blushed. "Mal-" She stopped. She couldn't just say Malfoy, then she remembered.
"Master Malfoy." She mumbled, looking at her Mary Janes intently.
Zabini somehow didn't look surprised.
"Very well, Granger." He said, moving out of the way for her.
She was pleased with herself for finally getting into their Common Room, but then she remembered she was in enemy territory with no idea where to go. Almost instantly, though, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Someone muttered, don't turn around in her ear. When she found she couldn't, she realized it was Draco.
He then muttered walk, and she felt she had to, and she complied.
Draco led them to a set of stairs that went down. At the bottom, there was a door with the letters DM carved onto them. After he muttered an in-audible spell, the lock on the door clicked. He pushed her forward.
Hermione stumbled into the room and looked around. It seemed to be a private study. She turned around and looked back at Draco questioningly.
"Sit." He said, and she did.
"What do you want?" Hermione snapped. "This is so… Inhumane."
He smirked.
'Or course. He doesn't care.'
She sighed and tried again.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can."
Glare.
"You have full control of me, why can't you just let me be?"
"Granger Granger Granger… So naïve."
She huffed up.
"Excuse me, Draco Malfoy, Prince of Darkness and all things evil, I am NOT naïve."
"Sure."
"I mean it you little bastard!"
She gasped. Uh oh.
Draco was immediately on her, shaking her shoulders.
"DO NOT CALL ME A BASTARD EVER AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Hermione's eyes were wide, filled with terror, but her ignored it.
"DO YOU?"
She started to nod and then said, "Yes Master Malfoy."
He backed off, breathing hard.
"Blaise!" he called.
Suddenly Blaise walked out of the shadows and sat down on the couch, looking so comfortable.
Hermione's eyes pleaded 'help' and him, but he just shook his head and smirked.
"Are you ready, Zabini?"
He nodded and stood up.
"Begin." Draco muttered.