a/n: well, I finally decided to get my ass in gear and
write a second chapter! I just went to the doctor
today, and I have a respiratory infection, so I'll
have plenty of time to write! Oh, and thank you to all of my reviewers!
I hope to personally thank you all in the next chappie!
Love and Scantily Clad Malfoys,
GI Jenn
Disclaimer: I don't own them, the wonderful and talented
JKR does. But I own my own originality. And I
wish I owned Draco. Who doesn't?!?!?!



THE PRICE OF SLAVERY
"The Deal"

Hermione shivered. Cold air swept around her, enclosing her
in a comfortless blanket of numbness.
"If only I had been quicker," she quietly spoke to no one in
particular, "then maybe I wouldn't be here in
this drafty dungeon with none other than that traitor of a
Malfoy." She thought she heard footsteps, and
silenced herself. "Just a false alarm," she thought, "but
what am I going to do when it isn't? My wand was
taken by that bastard." She looked herself over- Short, average,
under-nourished, weaponless, and
completely helpless. True, she could make grown men fall to
their knees, but she highly doubted that it would work in
this situation. Again she heard footsteps approaching,
positive that this time they were the real
thing. And she was very correct in that assumption.
She glanced towards the opening of her cell just in
time to see silvery moonlight reflect off of creamy white skin.
"Hello Granger." He said as he bowed low, "we must observe the
niceties now mustn't we? After all, I
must appease My Lord by treating you like the treasure you are."
Through all of this, his signature smirk
never left his face, especially during the "my lord" spiel.
Mustering all of her viable strength, she managed to keep a civil tone.
"Why exactly am I such a treasure to You-Know-Who?" she queried.
"From now on, you must refer to Our Lord by addressing him in such
a manner." He spoke with very much
emphasis on the "our".
"What do you mean OUR Lord? He has never been nor will ever be my lord!"
she said with fervor.
"He has been your lord for quite a while now. Ever since I gave you that beautiful scar my dear."
The pure disbelief in her eyes was evident to him and he explained further.
"That was my job that day. To do the task that would one day destroy the Terrific Trio, and ultimately be
the demise of Wonder boy Potter. And quite an easy task it was too,
my dear. I was to take a special
dagger from the Dark Lord himself, and pierce your skin with it. Quite ingenious if I do say so myself. It
would allow him to be a small part of you, to connect with you.
So, unbeknownst to you, you've been
sending confidential information to us for some time now.
And also by doing the honor myself, I gained a
small gift. A smart and beautiful, even if unwilling wife." He paused and flashed a blinding grin, "Namely, you."

Hermione was in one word, shocked. She had found out in five minutes
what had taken precise planning to
execute. She was an unwilling mole to her friends. She had helped the
thing she feared most. The Dark
Side. And she found out that in reward for this horrible deed, she had
been promised in marriage to her
worst enemy, a fate worse than death.
She would be his wife. Legal and Binding. For better or for worse.
'Til death do them part. She was to be
his personal slave. For it 'twas the price of her foolishness.




Dun dun duuuuuuuuun! Ominous creepy music. Well, I'll write again soon I hope! Please don't read any
of my other material. Except for my Original Poem, "Loving You". That's ok. Well, give me ideas
people! I know it's not R yet, but I'm setting up the plot! Well, my meds are making me sleepy.
Nighty night, and pleasant Draco dreams. ~GI Jenn