I'm baaaaaack! Aha! I am here to MAKE you listen to Draco.wait, if you're
here, I'm pretty sure I don't have to MAKE you. Anyway, third chapter.
I'm sorry they're so short, but I have some major problem writing huge
stories in a matter of days, especially when people are bugging me to GET A
NEW CHAPTER UP! So, I suggest if you want longer chapters, you heed my
warning that they are going to be posted at longer intervals! Anyway.
Disclaimer: Joanne Kathleen Rowling owns it all. Except for my plot, and my cute, fuzzy plot bunnies.
THE PRICE OF SLAVERY BRANDED
Groggily, Hermione opened her eyes. Pure, unadulterated sunlight peeked through a small window about 20 feet above her. "I must be in a tower. But certainly not in a dungeon because I wouldn't be getting any sunlight up." She was talking aloud to herself when she noticed a cloaked figure sitting in a chair very near her own personal hell- hole. Who else could it be except for Malfoy? "Good morning." He said lifting the hood of off his chiseled face; silvery- blonde wisps fell forward, covering his forehead and eyes. "It's morning, but I don't see anything good about it." She retorted. "I'm here aren't I?" he cockily shot back at her. She denied him the pleasure of a response and folded her arms across her ample chest. She turned slowly around, and retreated to a corner of the cell, and sat in a small chair that had not been there before. "Today," he started, "you will be relocated to new quarters. Something, more.how do I say it.suitable to your new rank. You will come with me now." And with that, the cell bars dissipated into nothingness. "And if I refuse?" "This. Crucio." Hermione felt as though white-hot sword blades were piercing her every being, were prodding into her innermost parts. She writhed in pain and screamed as if there was no tomorrow. She couldn't see straight ahead, let alone remember where she was. And as suddenly as the pain started, it stopped. "So, are you coming or not?" Draco said with such maliciousness that she knew better than to refuse. She nodded slowly, feeling every aching joint burn with pain from the spell. "Where am I?" She asked sounding slightly frightened. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you." Hermione almost laughed at such a cliché, but thought better of it. She knew that Malfoys did NOT make idle threats. He had said it with such seriousness that she didn't doubt that he would pull his wand on her. "As long as you're coming," he began to say, "you will meet my father." Hermione's knees started quivering like mint jelly. The last time she had seen Lucius Malfoy, he had been torturing Neville. Last she heard, they had to put poor Neville in with his parents in St. Mungo's. As they turned and went up another staircase, she couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer size of the place. Not quite as big as Hogwarts, she decided, but definitely bigger than all other places she had ever seen. As she looked at the many paintings and pictures on the walls, she also deducted that it was a house. One painting caught her eye. It was a very cute little girl, with long white-blonde curls, who was frantically tugging at the collar of a VERY expensive looking black velvet robe. Hermione, being as nervous as she was, decided to talk. "Sooo.who's the adorable little girl in the painting?" she asked with utmost curiosity. Draco turned to face her with an evil face that could kill. "That," he said, "is ME." He put a lot of emphasis on the "me" part. Hermione almost collapsed in a fit of giggles. She had honestly thought it was a girl. Yet, it was Draco Malfoy, looking impossibly girly and obviously peeved that she had brought that up. She remembered Draco at Hogwarts, being the short, petite, slicked-back hair arse he was. He had grown considerably in the summer between sixth and seventh year. He had grown a good foot, and added some toning to his physique. Not that he was bad to look at she mused. They reached a pair of grand looking oak doors, at least 15 feet tall and quite wide also. Draco knocked politely and turned to Hermione. "You do or say anything to embarrass me, you will live to regret it." The icy tones in his voice came through perfectly clear. She nodded shakily. She hadn't eaten in a few days, and felt very queasy. "Enter" said a voice from within the cavernous room. Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and roughly jerked her into the room. "Hello my dear. You don't know how I've wanted to meet you." A tall backed leather chair spun around to reveal Lucius Malfoy. Every bit as refined as his son, he gracefully stood up and walked over to them. He bowed low and took Hermione's hand gently into his own. He lowered his lips to it, just barely brushing it. "Enchante, mademoiselle." He paused, "Draco," his tone suddenly more serious, "can I rest assured that you have told this delectable young woman of the plan?" Draco's eyes veered towards the floor. "I thought she should meet you first." He said with uncertainty. "Very well," Lucius continued, "you will go and execute it NOW." He practically screamed the last word. Draco must have gotten the hint, because he said his, "yes fathers" and drug Hermione out of the room. He continued walking in this fashion, with poor Hermione following like a tethered puppy, for quite a ways. He reached a door. He drew a key from his robe pocket and stuck in the door. He then swung it open for Hermione to see. It was beautiful, and unlike anything Hermione had ever seen. Burgundy velvet was, well, everywhere, in the bedding, the draperies, and the chairs. The walls were a complementary shade of taupe. "This is your room," Draco stated, and then continued, "see that door over there? It connects to the bathroom, which, coincidentally, connects to my room. Gee, I wonder how THAT worked out." He looked at Hermione with something she recognized in his eyes. Lust. She realized that she couldn't probably escape, even if she had her wand. She had by now figured out that this was Malfoy Manor, and there were probably hundreds, if not thousands of protection wards around it, just waiting to chop her into itty-bitty bite size pieces. Draco was advancing on her slowly. She backed up, until her legs hit something solid. The bed. He shoved her back onto the bed and quickly pinned her arms down, as well as her kicking legs. "This is the plan. You stay really quiet and still for five minutes, OK? I admit, this is going to hurt quite a bit, but, if you scream, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished. Obedience is a virtue Granger." And with that, he tore a hole in her robe, just by her left breast, right over her heart. He drew his wand, and pointed it at the bare skin. "Serpentia Obeica" A burning sensation Hermione couldn't control began to rack her body in spasms. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Draco put his wand away, leaned over the spot where he had put his wand, and kissed it. So lightly that she thought she imagined it. "If I want you to do or say something, and you don't, do you know what will happen?" he asked. She had an idea, but decided not to voice it, and nodded "no" instead. "Do you remember what happened back in your cell? Does Crucio bring back that memory? Judging by the fear in your eyes, I'll guess it does. If you do not obey me. Pain of that sort will rack your body, until you complete the task I told you to do. Also, if I want you to come to me, you will feel a sharp prick right there." He finished on there by lightly tracing his slender soft finger over the bare spot on her breast. "Dinner is in three hours. You will find suitable clothing in the closet over there. I will come to pick you up. Do not be late. Malfoys do not tolerate lateness. Oh, our marriage is set for two weeks from this Sunday. I hope that does not inconvenience you?" The malicious twinkle in his eyes matched his cruel jesting. "And one more thing Granger." And with that, he quickly drew her up into an earth-shattering kiss.
Oooooh..see, it was longer! And to believe I wrote this in appx. Two hours. Good job to me! Give me ideas , maybe I'll use them! And also read my original poetry. Some of the formatting got screwed when I uploaded it, so it's kind of off in a couple of them. Hugs, Hot Chocolate and Dead Sexy Malfoys, GI Jenn
Disclaimer: Joanne Kathleen Rowling owns it all. Except for my plot, and my cute, fuzzy plot bunnies.
THE PRICE OF SLAVERY BRANDED
Groggily, Hermione opened her eyes. Pure, unadulterated sunlight peeked through a small window about 20 feet above her. "I must be in a tower. But certainly not in a dungeon because I wouldn't be getting any sunlight up." She was talking aloud to herself when she noticed a cloaked figure sitting in a chair very near her own personal hell- hole. Who else could it be except for Malfoy? "Good morning." He said lifting the hood of off his chiseled face; silvery- blonde wisps fell forward, covering his forehead and eyes. "It's morning, but I don't see anything good about it." She retorted. "I'm here aren't I?" he cockily shot back at her. She denied him the pleasure of a response and folded her arms across her ample chest. She turned slowly around, and retreated to a corner of the cell, and sat in a small chair that had not been there before. "Today," he started, "you will be relocated to new quarters. Something, more.how do I say it.suitable to your new rank. You will come with me now." And with that, the cell bars dissipated into nothingness. "And if I refuse?" "This. Crucio." Hermione felt as though white-hot sword blades were piercing her every being, were prodding into her innermost parts. She writhed in pain and screamed as if there was no tomorrow. She couldn't see straight ahead, let alone remember where she was. And as suddenly as the pain started, it stopped. "So, are you coming or not?" Draco said with such maliciousness that she knew better than to refuse. She nodded slowly, feeling every aching joint burn with pain from the spell. "Where am I?" She asked sounding slightly frightened. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you." Hermione almost laughed at such a cliché, but thought better of it. She knew that Malfoys did NOT make idle threats. He had said it with such seriousness that she didn't doubt that he would pull his wand on her. "As long as you're coming," he began to say, "you will meet my father." Hermione's knees started quivering like mint jelly. The last time she had seen Lucius Malfoy, he had been torturing Neville. Last she heard, they had to put poor Neville in with his parents in St. Mungo's. As they turned and went up another staircase, she couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer size of the place. Not quite as big as Hogwarts, she decided, but definitely bigger than all other places she had ever seen. As she looked at the many paintings and pictures on the walls, she also deducted that it was a house. One painting caught her eye. It was a very cute little girl, with long white-blonde curls, who was frantically tugging at the collar of a VERY expensive looking black velvet robe. Hermione, being as nervous as she was, decided to talk. "Sooo.who's the adorable little girl in the painting?" she asked with utmost curiosity. Draco turned to face her with an evil face that could kill. "That," he said, "is ME." He put a lot of emphasis on the "me" part. Hermione almost collapsed in a fit of giggles. She had honestly thought it was a girl. Yet, it was Draco Malfoy, looking impossibly girly and obviously peeved that she had brought that up. She remembered Draco at Hogwarts, being the short, petite, slicked-back hair arse he was. He had grown considerably in the summer between sixth and seventh year. He had grown a good foot, and added some toning to his physique. Not that he was bad to look at she mused. They reached a pair of grand looking oak doors, at least 15 feet tall and quite wide also. Draco knocked politely and turned to Hermione. "You do or say anything to embarrass me, you will live to regret it." The icy tones in his voice came through perfectly clear. She nodded shakily. She hadn't eaten in a few days, and felt very queasy. "Enter" said a voice from within the cavernous room. Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and roughly jerked her into the room. "Hello my dear. You don't know how I've wanted to meet you." A tall backed leather chair spun around to reveal Lucius Malfoy. Every bit as refined as his son, he gracefully stood up and walked over to them. He bowed low and took Hermione's hand gently into his own. He lowered his lips to it, just barely brushing it. "Enchante, mademoiselle." He paused, "Draco," his tone suddenly more serious, "can I rest assured that you have told this delectable young woman of the plan?" Draco's eyes veered towards the floor. "I thought she should meet you first." He said with uncertainty. "Very well," Lucius continued, "you will go and execute it NOW." He practically screamed the last word. Draco must have gotten the hint, because he said his, "yes fathers" and drug Hermione out of the room. He continued walking in this fashion, with poor Hermione following like a tethered puppy, for quite a ways. He reached a door. He drew a key from his robe pocket and stuck in the door. He then swung it open for Hermione to see. It was beautiful, and unlike anything Hermione had ever seen. Burgundy velvet was, well, everywhere, in the bedding, the draperies, and the chairs. The walls were a complementary shade of taupe. "This is your room," Draco stated, and then continued, "see that door over there? It connects to the bathroom, which, coincidentally, connects to my room. Gee, I wonder how THAT worked out." He looked at Hermione with something she recognized in his eyes. Lust. She realized that she couldn't probably escape, even if she had her wand. She had by now figured out that this was Malfoy Manor, and there were probably hundreds, if not thousands of protection wards around it, just waiting to chop her into itty-bitty bite size pieces. Draco was advancing on her slowly. She backed up, until her legs hit something solid. The bed. He shoved her back onto the bed and quickly pinned her arms down, as well as her kicking legs. "This is the plan. You stay really quiet and still for five minutes, OK? I admit, this is going to hurt quite a bit, but, if you scream, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished. Obedience is a virtue Granger." And with that, he tore a hole in her robe, just by her left breast, right over her heart. He drew his wand, and pointed it at the bare skin. "Serpentia Obeica" A burning sensation Hermione couldn't control began to rack her body in spasms. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Draco put his wand away, leaned over the spot where he had put his wand, and kissed it. So lightly that she thought she imagined it. "If I want you to do or say something, and you don't, do you know what will happen?" he asked. She had an idea, but decided not to voice it, and nodded "no" instead. "Do you remember what happened back in your cell? Does Crucio bring back that memory? Judging by the fear in your eyes, I'll guess it does. If you do not obey me. Pain of that sort will rack your body, until you complete the task I told you to do. Also, if I want you to come to me, you will feel a sharp prick right there." He finished on there by lightly tracing his slender soft finger over the bare spot on her breast. "Dinner is in three hours. You will find suitable clothing in the closet over there. I will come to pick you up. Do not be late. Malfoys do not tolerate lateness. Oh, our marriage is set for two weeks from this Sunday. I hope that does not inconvenience you?" The malicious twinkle in his eyes matched his cruel jesting. "And one more thing Granger." And with that, he quickly drew her up into an earth-shattering kiss.
Oooooh..see, it was longer! And to believe I wrote this in appx. Two hours. Good job to me! Give me ideas , maybe I'll use them! And also read my original poetry. Some of the formatting got screwed when I uploaded it, so it's kind of off in a couple of them. Hugs, Hot Chocolate and Dead Sexy Malfoys, GI Jenn
