A.N- I typed this chapter so we could have updates sooner, but I really don't understand how they update stories...I had chapter 2 done and had gotten reviews from it, but when I logged and looked, I only had 1 chapter..weird, anyways on with this lot.
Disclaimer- I do own Harry Potter...and Tom Felton and I are going to prom this year..whatever, you guys know that I don't own them
Chapter 3: Rise and Shine
"Rise and shine love," Draco said as he splashed water on Hermione's face. Hermione jumped out of the bed with a yelp. It was the first time she realized how tall Draco was, possibly a foot taller than her.
"Malfoy, couldn't you have woken me up normally, with less water," she said drying her face.
"No, if I woke you up normally that would be nice, and you don't get nice," he said. Hermione sighed and looked down at her feet, she knew there would be no reasoning with him. "Get dressed mudblood, then we eat breakfast."
Hermione walked over to her dresser and removed the clothes she would be wearing for the day. She grabbed a skirt, a shirt, and a plain gray jumper. As she began to walk to the bathroom, Draco stopped her.
"Oh no Granger, you'll be changing in here where I can see you," he said smirking. "There is a window in the bathroom, you may decide to do something rash and try to escape through it, seeing as you are a mudblood and cannot be trusted." Hermione became horrified at his orders, she knew there was no way she could escape from the window. Immediately she began to protest
"Honestly Malfoy you know that there is no possible way I can get through that window, it's too high!" she exclaimed. "You're just doing this for your sick pleasure!" It took Draco about two steps to be in front of her. He raised his hand as if to strike her, but quickly put it down. Hermione just glared at him, defiance in her eyes.
"Mudblood, next time you take like that to me I strike, I highly suggest you do not cross me again," he said through clenched teeth. "Get dressed NOW!"
Hermione slowly walked to the far corner of the room, clothes in hand. She decided that it was best not to anger him any further and began to undress. Draco sat down in the plush armchair by the fireplace and waited eagerly. Hermione made sure to turn her back to him and pulled her gown over her head.
Draco took in a sharp breath when he saw her, clad only in her white knickers. Her skin was smooth, flawless, and had a beautiful peach color to it. Her skin looked very soft and he immediately wanted to touch it. No, she's a mudblood, granted a very beautiful one, but still! he thought to himself.
Hermione then picked up her skirt and pulled it up her slender legs. She felt absolutely disgusted by what she was forced to be doing, no man had ever saw her this way, and she certainly didn't want Draco to. She could feel his eyes all over her body as she hastily pulled on her shirt. Bloody buttons, she thought. She finally got the last one done and pulled her jumper over her head, she was finally done, she did it. She turned around to face Draco and noticed that he had a rather peculiar look on his face.
"Finally," he said impatiently. He pointed his wand at her, "Bondorus!"
For a brief moment Hermione felt an odd weight around her wrists and ankles, as if some invisible force had weighed them down, it stayed only for a second and faded away.
"Now you are bonded to me, and trust me, do not let me out of your sight, you'll be sorry if you do," he explained. He opened the door for them and they both walked into the corridor.
On the way down to the dining room, Hermione noticed the true splendor of the Manor. It was for lack of a better word huge. Many artifacts and statues were placed about, the windows had luxurious dressings, and the walls were adorned with many pictures and paintings. Draco made a sharp right leading to another corridor, which Hermione could immediately tell was different.
"This is the Hall of Ancestors," Draco said proudly. "Here, the portraits of all the deceased Malfoy's reside." Hermione looked at the pictures. The people in them were old and rather rude looking, none of the pictures smiled at her, they all stuck up their noses and turned around in their frames. However, the last portrait did have something to say to her.
"WHAT, how dare a MUDBLOOD grace the halls of this Manor," shrieked a woman in an ugly silver dress, she had a look about her that oozed superiority and haughtiness. "What is the meaning of this, DRACO!"
"Shut up you withered old had!" yelled Draco to the portrait. The woman gave a little 'hmpf' and turned around in her portrait, muttering something that sounded like, "Ungrateful little prat."
Hermione was stunned that Draco had taken up for her, he had never done anything like that. "Uh, who was that?" she asked.
"Oh, that was my Grand mum, Cordelia Malfoy, nasty woman, always knocked me around with cane, never brought me any presents, always nagging about one thing or the other, I wasn't taking up for you, I have never liked her," he said. "In fact, I don't care about many of my ancestor's, just taking up space if you ask me, but they are still Malfoys and they are to be reserved."
Hermione was taken aback by what he had to say about his family. She had always believed that he was immensely proud of the Malfoy name, maybe she was mistaken. Finally they had reached and open space which Hermione guessed was the entry way. She gasped as she looked around, the room was utterly spectacular. Marble floors that led to twin sweeping marble staircases, handsome rugs in a deep green shade, many Greek statues about and velvet sofas with antique wooden trim, she could go on forever, she could not deny that the Manor was beautiful.
"Yes, I guess that this place is very different to a mudblood with no taste," he said cruelly. He waited for her to lash back at him, but she said nothing. "I see for once in your life you have nothing to say, definitely a first."
"Actually Malfoy, I was going to tell you that your home was quite beautiful, but now I am not," she said. His grand mum was right, he is an ungrateful little prat, she thought, he has all these things here, I bet he even has a library, and yet he still feels he needs to be an absolute git.
Draco quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the dining room. The dining room was also very big, which came no surprise to Hermione, the size of it could compare the Great Hall at Hogwart's. Draco led her to the far side of the long dining table where he took a seat at the head.
"Sit," he said, motioning the chair adjacent to him. Hermione quickly sat. "Tilly, breakfast!" Suddenly Tilly appeared with two plates that were so large she had a very hard time carrying them. She sat down a plate in front of both of them.
"Will master need anything else?" she asked, bowing.
"No," Draco answered. "Leave us." He picked up his fork and began to eat his eggs, he noticed Hermione staring at her food intently, not eating a thing.
"It isn't poisoned, if you're wondering." he said answering her thoughts. "Poisoning you would be a waste, if I poisoned you, I wouldn't get to make you suffer, which would be no fun at all."
"I wish it was poisoned now," she replied.
After Tilly had removed the breakfast dishes, it was time for Hermione to start doing her 'chores' for Draco. She was very nervous, unsure of what terrible things he would have her do. She prayed that it would not be too bad. Draco led her upstairs to a room, in fact it was the room beside hers.
"This is my room," he told her. "And yes, I made sure my favorite little mudblood was close by." He opened the large door that entered his room. The room was quite big, much bigger than her own. With a sitting room and fireplace. Hermione noticed the decor was a rich forest green, with paneled walls of green and black with a wood trim. Quite surprised not find a Slytherin banner in here, she thought. He led her through another pair of doors that led to his bed chamber. Hermione first noticed his bed, a king size with a green canopy. Although his room looked very comfy, it still had a certain hard edge about, it was something she could not describe.
"You will first polish all of my shoes in the closet," he said, drawing his wand out. "Begin now." And with a wave of his wand he summoned the polish and rags, she obviously would not get to use magic. "I will be out in my sitting room when you finish."
Hermione picked up her rags and polish and made her way to the closet. His closet was about the size of her bathroom, and expensive clothing and robes were hung all around. Robes for everyday wear, formal occasions, dress robes, more robes than one wizard certainly needed to own, but being a Malfoy it was normal. He also had khaki, gray and black pants, and oxford shirts in matching colors and styles. I have never seen so many clothes, she thought. Well, he does dress rather nice, doesn't he. Rolling up her sleeves, Hermione sat down on the floor and began to go to work. At least I am only polishing shoes, this could have been much worse.
Hermione had been working for about 2 hours, and already her hands started to get achy and tired. How many bloody shoes can one person own, honestly! Hermione suddenly felt something, a sharp tug at her wrists and ankles. Hermione obediently stood, and it seemed as if an invisible chain was pulling her. The 'chain' jerked her violently and pulled Hermione through the door where Draco's sitting room was. She landed ungracefully on her backside, the force of the chain causing her to lose her balance. She looked up to see Draco, laughing at her.
"I told you not to let me get too far out of your sight," he chuckled. "But I forgot, you're a stupid mudblood."
"I didn't know you had moved that far, I couldn't see you from inside the closet... I was polishing YOUR shoes!" she yelled.
"It isn't my fault that you don't pay attention!" he snarled at her.
Hermione knew that he had done this on purpose, just to hurt her. Now her ankles and wrists were rubbed raw and terribly sore. She rubbed them unconsciously, trying to soothe the pain.
"Are you finished yet?" he spat at her.
"Yes," she answered.
"Good, I'm starving, were going down to eat lunch," he said.
The last possible thing on Hermione's brain was food. She was tired and achy thanks to him. Hermione knew that he wanted to make her as miserable as possible. Oh, how she absolutely loathed him, she would like nothing better than to smack that annoying smirk off his face. Then I would be just like him, she thought sadly.
Again they descended down the steps to the dining room. They entered the dining hall and took the same seats as they did at breakfast.
"Tilly, lunch!" Draco ordered. Again, Tilly entered the room, carrying very large plates.
"Here master," she said gleefully. "Dodgy has made master's favorite dish!"
"Excellent!" said Draco, as he grabbed his fork and began eating.
The house elf could tell that Hermione was unhappy, she looked weary. "Miss, is everything alright?" she asked.
"Ye..," Hermione began, only to be interrupted by Draco.
"That will be all for now Tilly, leave us," he said curtly. Draco glanced at Hermione, for only a second their eyes met, cold steel to warm cinnamon. Draco quickly looked away.
"You are not to make friends with the help, even though you are part of the help," he told her, taking a bite out of his roast chicken. "What's the matter, don't like it?"
"I'm just not hungry is all," she answered neutrally, trying to maintain some semblance of peace. She did notice that he had been feeding her very well, her plate was always as full as his. "You give me plenty to eat, yet you despise me, why is that?" she asked.
His reply was neutral and to the point. "I could let you starve." Again he looked at her briefly, then continued eating. He did not want her to know the real reason he was giving her plenty of food. Her body had become weak while she was sick and he was trying to restore he lost nutrition. Only so she can work harder, he thought, trying to convince himself, only he knew that deep down inside he would never let her starve.
Hermione decided that she didn't know when he would stop feeding her well, so she had better get plenty of food whenever it was available. She picked up her fork and they ate in silence.
After lunch, Draco decided that he wanted her to clean his potions room, which, to say the least, was a very nasty task. He needed the many ingredients and books organized and easy to access, he figured that this would keep her busy until dinner. Afterwards he would end the spell and lock her in her room until morning.
He moved to Hermione and grabbed her arms in the same area he had been rough with last night. He heard her give a little wince and loosened his grip slightly.
"Where are we going?" she asked. He was leading her down many dark staircases, as if he was heading towards dungeons. Dungeons, she thought, he's taking me to the dungeons. Fear welled inside her.
"Where does it look like we are going?" he asked, playing on her assumptions. He knew that she was frightened, he could feel her trembling. Only dungeons were found down so low.
"Please don't put me in the dungeons!" she pleaded. "I'll be good, please!" She started to sob as she saw the wooden door ahead of them. He was going to leave her in the dungeons to rot. She suddenly stopped walking, causing Draco's body to press up against her. She was attempting to slow him down.
Draco felt a shock all over his body when he made contact with her. It lasted only a second before he shoved her ahead. He opened the door and pushed her in. Hermione could not believe what she saw, relief flooded her body. Dozens of potions ingredients and cauldrons haphazardly lined wooden shelves, many spell book scattered everywhere.
"A potions room?" she said.
"That's right, a potions room," he answered. "Lately, its been getting awfully cluttered, I need you to clean it up. I want the ingredients and finished potions separated and arranged alphabetically. Then clean the cauldrons, put them back on the shelves and sweep the floor. After you finish, we eat dinner. If you're a good little mudblood," he ran his hand down her arm, "I end the spell and you go to bed. I know you'll be good. Now, clean up this mess."
Hermione slowly nodded her head, and just like before, he summoned her cleaning supplies. She sighed, rolled up her sleeves, and went to work.
It took Hermione a little over 4 hours to completely clean the potions room. When she finally finished, she was exhausted and hurting everywhere. Her body still had not returned to its normal strength and she tired very easily.
Draco sat in his armchair and watched her clean the whole time. She had a very hard work ethic and did not ask for help at all, even when trying to lift or move something very heavy. She had drive to her, Draco had to give her this, but it did not please him. He wanted her to give up, but she didn't, she just kept working with no protest. This angered him greatly, she was not giving him what she wanted. She was not hurting enough. Well, she will be tonight, he thought happily, imaging the pain she would be in later.
"I am finished," she said tiredly.
"Very well," he said. "Let's go see how you did." Hermione was too tired to protest so she followed behind him.
Draco looked around the room, checking every detail. It was perfect, not a potion, ingredient, or cauldron out of place. The room was completely spotless. Draco swore under his breath.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, worried by the look on his face.
"This is sufficient, mudblood," he said through clenched teeth. "It's time for dinner."
"Malfoy, could you please not call me mudblood?" she asked. "Call me Granger, Hermione, please, anything but mudblood."
"No, mudblood," he said mocking her request.
Hermione just sighed and continued to walk. She couldn't argue with him anymore tonight, she hadn't the strength.
"Tired are we?" Draco asked.
Hermione nodded her head. The action he took next Hermione was not ready for and certainly did not expect. He put one arm under her and picked her up. He carried her gently towards the hall. For some reason his body felt so good to Hermione, he was being gentle, something she was not used to him being. She cautiously rested her head on his shoulder, and we he did not protest she looked at him. She noticed how good he smelled, how strong he was, she didn't understand him.
Draco did not understand why he let her rest her head on him, was it because he felt sorry for her? Never, thought Draco, I could never feel sorry for a mudblood.
"I am doing this for one reason and one reason only," he told her.
"Why,?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"So I know you will be able to work tomorrow," he said.
"Draco, why are you so cruel to me?" she asked. "Is my being a muggle born really that awful, I can't help it I was born Draco, and remember, you were born to, just like me." Her voice was weary and full of sadness.
Draco was so taken aback by what she said that he didn't answer. He could not seem to come up with a good enough reason for his cruelty. So he silently carried her to the dining room.
Draco carefully sat Hermione in her chair, then took his seat.
"Tilly, dinner," he said quietly, Hermione's words still lingering in his head.
Tilly appeared again, but this time she was pushing a small cart.
"I see you have gotten smarter since earlier," Draco replied.
"Yes master, Dodgy has made this for Tilly, since Tilly must serve two instead of one," she said, sitting their plates in front of them.
"And Tilly has a problem serving two instead of one?!" Draco said, becoming enraged. "Tilly, would you like a sweater?"
"NO, master PLEASE, I is just saying..," she said, eyes growing large.
"You've said enough, now GO!" he yelled, throwing his fork at her retreating figure.
Hermione was horrified at the how he acted. How could someone be so cruel?
"I'm sure Tilly didn't mean anything," she said, trying to calm.
"Listen, when I want your opinion, mudblood, I'll ask for it!" he said seething in anger. He slammed his fist on the table and pushed away from the table, causing his chair to topple over. He noticed Hermione jump when it hit the floor. He grabbed her and pulled her out of her chair. "Dinner is over."
"But I haven't ate anything!" she protested.
"I don't care!" he yelled. He continued to pull her around, through the halls and up the stairs until they were in front of her door. "Don't test me anymore, I have more than kept my patience tonight." He looked her dead in the eyes. "Don't push me Hermione."
Hermione was stunned that he had used her first name, but it frightened her greatly, she knew that he was very angry. He tapped his wand on her shoulder. She then felt the tugging of the weight around her wrists and ankles again, and again it faded, he had lifted the spell. He opened her door and pushed her inside. She then heard the familiar 'click' sound of the lock, again trapping her in misery. She slid down the back of door and started to weep.
Draco could hear Hermione's sobs as he walked down to his room. Inside, he trailed over to a mirror that was hanging on the wall. "Show me Hermione," he said to it. The mirror immediately faded and was replaced by the image of Hermione crying against her door.
Pathetic, he thought. He then watched he get up and walk away, the mirror following her like a shadow. Draco noticed that she was walking towards her bathroom. He decided to watch her go in.
Hermione's muscles were aching terribly, she figured that a hot bath would soothe her pain. She turned on the hot water faucet and stood to start undressing. She pulled her jumper over her head and started to unbutton her shirt, unaware of the eyes watching her.
Draco looked wide-eyed at the image in front of him. He knew that he should not be looking at her this way, but he couldn't pull himself away. He noticed everything about her body. Her small, delicate hands unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her white bra. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her petite legs. Her legs were gorgeous, toned and smooth. Draco could hardly contain himself when he saw what she did next. She had unclasped her bra. Underneath, was the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever saw. They were perfect. Full, not too small or too large, with dark pink nipples. "Mudblood, Draco, mudblood!" he chanted to himself. Only he couldn't understand, for what he saw before him wasn't mud by any means, it was beauty. Draco perked back up as he saw her hands going to the waistband of her knickers. She slipped them down to her ankles and kicked them off. She stood there before him, in her complete nude glory. Draco grimaced as he also took in her bruises and injuries. But this is what you wanted, isn't it? he asked himself. To this, he did not know the answer. It was now getting rather hard to ignore his throbbing erection.
Hermione turned off the water and stepped into the bath. "Ah," she said, "this feels so good." She leaned her head back against the tub, trying to think of places that made her happy. She tried to think of Harry, Ron, and Ginny, and her days back at Hogwart's. It wasn't long before she was consumed by her tears.
Draco looked at her crying in the bathtub, she looked so innocent and sad. He then felt something stabbing at him. It was a feeling very unfamiliar to Draco, was it guilt? "No," he said. "I could never feel guilty because of her." He waved his hand in front of the mirror and her image faded away. He changed into a pair of lounge pants and got into bed, trying to drive the image if a crying Hermione out of his mind.
Hermione stood up in the tub, her aching muscles feeling only slightly better. She stepped out and grabbed one of the plush, white towels, wrapping herself in it. I don't know how long I can do this, she thought. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a fresh gown and knickers. She pulled on her knickers and gown, wishing that she was not alone. Then, as if answering her thoughts, Tilly appeared carrying a food tray.
"Tilly know that miss did not eat," she said. "Master very cruel tonight, so I bring miss dinner." She carried the tray over to Hermione's side table. "Miss should, she must eat!"
"I will Tilly, thank you very much," replied Hermione graciously. "Tilly, is there a library here by any chance?"
"Oh yes miss, huge!" she said.
"If I get permission from Draco, would you mind bringing me books?" she asked Tilly.
"Tilly be delighted to bring them, but only with master's permission, master does not like his things used with out it," she said carefully, knowing how Draco reacted to people using his possessions without his permission. "What books would miss like?"
"Any Tilly, bring any and every book you can," she answered.
"Well, I see you tomorrow miss, goodnight," she replied.
"Night, Tilly," Hermione said. Finally, she thought, maybe I'll be able to get some happiness out of this dreadful place. She then went to her table and ate her dinner heartily and got into bed afterward. Tomorrow she knew that she would be ready for whatever Draco threw at her, and she knew she could swerve.
A.N- Man, this chapter was long! I hoped you guys enjoyed it, I know I did. Today was a right hard day for me, even me Mum couldn't take the mickey out on me. I would like to thank my reviewers from chapter 2,(sorry if I didn't include anyone, but believe me, your reviews are so appreciated) thanks to-runaway mental patient, courtneyS, chikara, babygirl1832z, and gyrlfriend