A.N- I was so excited when I got my reviews for my first chapter, I would like to thank Band Geek Forever, MalfoysQueen, Boom-Boom 13, merry247, babygirl1832z, hannah-901, runaway mental patient, and crazy4me9234 and Courtney5. Thank you so much, it made me so happy to see you liked the start. I did notice that my 1st chapter was a little short, but my story is long, I promise, chapters to come will be lengthy, like this one, so lets get on with the story...
Disclaimer- Only in a perfect world do I own Harry Potter, however, I wouldn't mind owning Tom Felton...
Chapter 2: Getting Reacquainted
Now that Draco had possession of Hermione, he wondered what he could do with her. He certainly was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. It had been so long, too long since he had been able to bother her and her little friends. Ah, yes, he was going to have fun with this. He would torment her as she had tormented him. He would pay her back for every class the she overcame him in (which happened to be every class), take out all his frustration on her that Potter and Weasley had caused him, then he would let her go, maybe.
Draco placed Hermione in a very comfortable room, very close to his own quarters. He decided to give her nice accommodations while she was there, it would be the only nice thing she would get. Her room was decorated in rich wood and deep crimson red. Fit for a Gryffindor, thought Draco bitterly. He could, however, recall his mother staying in this room when he was a little boy.
"Tilly, get her cleaned and dressed in a gown. Also, take her measurements so she will have the proper size of clothing, order them for Hogsmeade and pick them up later," he ordered. "Then come to my potions room, she will be needing a healing potion." Draco turned and briskly walked out of the room, leaving a very distraught house elf
It was two full days before Hermione awoke. And for two days straight Draco sat in an armchair by the fire in her room waiting, waiting for hours on end. These days he barely slept, he only waited for her to awake. It was a stormy day when she awoke. Heavy rain, lightning, and crashing thunder, dark all day. Draco was sitting in his usual chair by the fire when he heard a small moaning noise coming from the bed behind him. He immediately stood and walked to the bedside. This should be good, he thought cruely.
Hermione jolted awake from her comatose state. She inhaled sharply and began to take in her fuzzy surroundings. When her vision cleared, she noticed the figure standing beside the bed. It was a very tall, blonde man whom she quickly recognized. She looked at him, hazed brown eyes to cold steel, her pupils became enlarged as she muttered the name she loathed the most, "Malfoy."
"Yes, you were always so quick to catch on, weren't you my little mudblood?" he asked. Draco relished in the horrified look on her face. She was ghost white and her eyes were glazed over with fear.
"How did I get here?" she asked, clearly confused. She then felt a horrible pain in head, her hands flying up to cradle it immediately. The pain was intense.
"Headache love?" he sneered at her. "Don't worry, common side effect of a powerful healing potion, it will go away." He smiled, already getting satisfaction from seeing her in pain.
"Why am I here?"
"You are here because I found you out cold in my forest," he said. "But the question I am dying to know is why you where there."
Hermione's face turned another shade whiter, she felt her stomach drop, she did not want to explain why she had been there. "I can't tell you why," she whispered, trying to fight her tears away. She knew that when he found out why she was there, he would be furious. Furious enough that he would probably hurt her. She may have been brave, but she knew not to make Draco Malfoy lose his temper.
Draco was not going to wait forever for an answer, he grabbed her arms and jerked her towards him.
"Draco, you, you're hurting me!" Hermione choked out, tears leaking out of her eyes.
"I don't care mudblood, I want to know what the bloody hell you where doing anywhere near my house!" he yelled, enraged. He squeezed her arms harder and she let out a sob. Hermione knew she had no choice but to tell him, if not he could hurt her much worse.
"Dumbledore sent Harry, Ron, and I to spy on you. Dumbledore got wind from someone that you were trying to associate with death eaters inside Azkaban, planning to help them escape. He sent us to see if this was true or not. We decided to split up, the three of us, and meet back at a rendevous point. I was attacked, but I never saw who it was, I must have been knocked out with a spell, and now I am here," she explained.
Draco gazed at her, a look of pure murder written on his face. Hermione tensed her frail little body, ready for the blow that was surely to come. Only, it did not come, Draco released her arms and sat back on the bed. He now looked rather amused, then he started to laugh. The laughter scared Hermione more than the anger, she looked at him cautiously and waited.
Draco slowly rolled up his left sleeve to reveal smooth, pale skin, no marks visible.
"Tell me Granger, do you see a dark mark?" he asked quizzically. Hermione shook her head no. "Didn't think so."
"So, so your not a death eater?" she asked, disbelievingly.
"No, I am not," he simply answered. "Dumbledore, that old man certainly knows how to get any information he wants, the problem, however, is that he sent a Weasley, Potter and a mudblood to do the job for him." Draco then suddenly grabbed Hermione's arms again.
"Granger, do you swear to me this is ALL you were doing?" he asked. "I can easily find out if you are lying, I can brew a very powerful Veritaserum."
"I swear, it's the truth!" she sobbed. She dearly hated looking so utterly weak in front of him, it made her sick. But she did have to rely on his mercy until she got her strength back, and her wand. "Where is my wand?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," he answered rudely. "Your wand is in my possession, I will return it when I feel you have....earned it." He smirked at her, "So now I guess you're wondering what's to become of you?"
Hermione did not answer him, but glared at him. "Pity such a beautiful face was wasted on a filthy thing like you," he said, stroking her face roughly.
"Don't touch me Malfoy," she said through gritted teeth. She may have been weak, but she certainly wasn't going to let him touch her. Draco removed his hand, he decided he would ignore her little out burst. She'll pay for that one later, he thought.
"Since you are already here.." he began, "I figured you could help out around the house, since it is so big." He loved to tease her so.
"You're going to make me a servant, aren't you?" she asked. She already knew the answer, she would have to be his servant, she would have to work for someone she loathed, against her will too.
"Oh, but it gets so much better love," he said with mock enthusiasm. "Not only will you be made a servant, you will be my personal servant." Draco felt as if he was drowning in a sea of pleasure at the horrified look on her face. "Every morning around dawn, I will you come for you. You will be connected to me by a bonding spell. While under this spell, you can be no more than 15 meters away from me. At night, and any other time I no longer need you, I end the spell. Simple. Any questions?"
Hermione's answer was very short and to the point. "I hate you," she spat, voice full of venom.
"Ah, my beautiful mudblood, many girls would love to be in your position. Most would love to clean the dirt off my floors, to polish my shoes, to serve me whenever I wanted. Feel privileged mudblood, I could have killed you." he said. He once again stroked Hermione's face and went to the door. "Remember, around dawn." He opened the door and quickly walked out, leaving her alone. Hermione could hear a 'click' noise on the other side of her door, she knew she was now locked in.
Guess I am going to be here a while," she thought. "Let's see what I have here."
Hermione slowly climbed out of her bed. She had to catch herself on the post so she did not topple to ground, her legs had grown very weak while she was out. She walked unsteadily to the corner of the room where a large armoire dominated the wall. She opened the doors to find many plain, gray skirts and many white button up shirts hanging. There were also jumpers in drab colours as well. Hermione figured these would be the clothes she would be wearing while doing her 'servant' duty. In the first large drawer she found more comfortable looking clothes, lounge pants and t-shirts, in grey and white. Glad I have such cheerful colours, she thought sarcastically. In the next drawer she found panties and bras, white, and all in her size. The third drawer contained sleeping clothes of different sorts, again white, and again all in her size. How did he know my size? she wondered.
"Master made sure we measure you when you asleep Miss," a little voice answered. Hermione jumped and turned around to find the source of the voice. Staring back at her was a house elf, female by her looks. Her eyes were large and her enormous ears perked up. She was wearing what looked to be an old pillowcase.
"Oh, hello, my name is Hermione," she said, extending her hand towards the elf. The elf's eyes grew larger, if that was possible.
"Mistress is too kind, me is Tilly miss, Tilly the house elf," she answered, bowing. "I bring miss dinner, master says you is to get food and rest before tomorrow."
"Did he now," Hermione snapped. "How very thoughtful of him."
"I sorry miss, I leave your tray and get back to the kitchens," answered Tilly, ears now drooping.
"No Tilly, please don't go, talk to me a little while, I'm lonely and pretty scared, if you hadn't noticed your 'master' does not like me to much," Hermione said, on the verge of tears.
"Miss, Tilly is wanting to stay with you, but master is not liking me staying, I stay if you wish, but I is not wanting punishment," answered Tilly, looking ashamed.
"I'm sorry Tilly, you better be going, I don't want you to get into trouble either," Hermione said.
"Goodnight miss," Tilly said.
"Goodnight," answered Hermione.
Draco laughed at the scene before him in his room. Only a mudblood would want the company of a house elf, he thought. He waved his hand in front of his enchanted mirror and Hermione's image faded back to the mirror. Now that I have her, how can I make her really pay? he wondered. He decided that he would sleep on it, in his dreams he would surely think of something, the possibilities were endless...
A.N- Whew! This chapter took a while to type. Now you see a little better of where there relationship is headed right now, Draco is being right nasty to Hermione right now, what a prat.