Aaaaaaand we're back in five.four.three.two.Hello everyone once again! My review number is a little disappointing! I mean, the first d/hr story I wrote was super small, and very, VERY bad. And I got 50 reviews in four chapters. So this is very disappointing to me. Nevertheless, I will continue this story in its entirety, just to please the FEW fans I have. Without further ranting, here is chapter four.

THE PRICE OF SLAVERY REALIZATION HITS

Draco's weight on top of Hermione was well.nice. She hadn't been this close to a guy for a long time. Even so, this was Draco Malfoy. The traitor and soon to be her.husband. She could barely enough think it, let alone say it. She could feel his warm tongue trying to probe her lips open, but she denied him access, and instead, rewarded him by biting his lower lip sharply. The coppery taste of blood soon filled her mouth, as well as his. He drew back quickly and gave her an icy cold glare.

"You'd better get used to it, Hermione, because a lot more is going to happen than that. I mean, you being my fiancée and all." He had strained to say "Hermione" instead of "Granger", and it was noticeable. "Remember, dinner. You will be there." He turned sharply on his heels, and stomped out of the room. Hermione almost collapsed in tears, except for the fact that she noticed a mirror opposite the bed. She rushed over to the mirror, and checked the spot where he had muttered that incantation. As she peered at her reflection, and slowly uncovered the spot, a gasp escaped her throat as a tiny green and black snake was revealed on her skin, which seemed to shimmer unnaturally.

"Well of course it's a snake, stupid. What else would it be? Oh Gods, I'm talking aloud again. Greeeat. Now I'm going to be Mrs. Malfoy AND completely nutters." She still had three hours until dinner, which she decided could be used for a quick nap. She crawled under the silken sheets, and quickly nodded off.

".Miss. Miss. MISS!" Hermione jumped and uttered words she couldn't even begin to wonder where they came from. She turned to see a young girl of about 13 peering at her with shining amber eyes.

"Young Sir sent me up here to make sure you get properly dressed and ready for dinner." She moved over to the closet, and opened the doors. "Come over here. It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just a lowly maid. Actually, I'm going to be your maid from now on. My name is Angela, and that's all you need to know. Anytime you want me or need me, just call my name, and I'll be here in a flash." She said this so fast that Hermione was amazed, this Angela girl was certainly a chatterbox.

"Well," she started up again, "you look like you would do well in a dark red, or maybe a wine." She pulled beautiful silk and velvet robes from the huge closet. "Try these on." Hermione felt a little embarrassed about changing in front of the girl, but tried not to show it. She slowly changed into the blood red silk robes. She turned once again to gaze upon the mirror. She looked, well, radiant. The robes clung in all the right places, and suited her complexion so well that she wouldn't need any makeup. They showed her voluptuous curves so much that she blushed at the thought of him looking at her in this. She slowly turned, looking at herself from every angle.

"What do you think Angela?" she queried.

"I think you look beautiful. And so will Young Sir. It is time to go now. Young Sir will be along in a few minutes. When you return later, I will draw a bath if you wish."

"That, would be lovely. Thank you." A faint rapping noise came from the doors; it could be only one thing.

It was time for the fateful dinner.
Hermione slowly opened the door just a crack. Sure enough, he was standing there in full Malfoy regalia, waiting to escort her to dinner. She gracefully tried to walk to him by exiting the tiny crack in the door, yet her plan failed when she caught her shoe on the lower than usual hem on her robe. She stumbled, and would have fallen in a very unladylike fashion, except for one pair of nicely toned arms happened to catch her just in time.

"Couldn't wait to get in my arms again, could you?" And with that, he flashed his most dashing smile, one that would make the girls at Hogwarts worship the ground he had trodden on. Hermione had to admit it was damn sexy. But this was strictly a business relationship. Or at least that's what she wanted it to be. Oh well. Without noticing how far they had walked, Hermione soon realized that they were about to walk into a group of men. We must be here, she thought and then she looked around. There were so many people here. She hadn't really expected this. Or anything quite like this for that matter. A crystal bell was sounded signaling the start of the feast. As the many guests took their respective seats, she noticed a small tag with her name on it next to the one with "Draco Malfoy". She sat down, and as soon as she had, she noticed who was sitting in the "guest-of-honor" seat and the end of the long table. Voldemort.
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