Superior

Draco's POV

I finally decided to return to the Mudblood's cell in order to question her. I cleared my self of all excess stress and focused on questioning her. I really wanted her to be obedient, so that I wouldn't have to torture. But, I knew that the Gryffindor Mudblood would not just tell me anything. No, she was much to brave. I knew that I would have to torture it out of her. When I returned to her cell, she didn't see me. I decided to break into her mind at this vulnerable moment. "Legilimens!" I muttered.

Suddenly I knew what she was thinking. She was feeling pity. But, this pity wasn't for her, it was for me! She felt weak and powerless, and this made her angry and more stubborn.

I was taken aback by her emotions. She was much braver than I thought she was. She may look vulnerable and inhuman in that cell, but she was still attractive. Her hair wasn't so bushy… She had a beautiful body made for just what I wanted… she had gorgeous cinnamon red-brown eyes… gazing into them…

NO! This is a MUDBLOOD. I can't think of her in this context! She is my prisoner, I can't love her! Besides I'm a pureblood… she is a Mudblood obviously, and no doubt this relationship would not work…

Well… said another part of me, Perhaps if you could get her to trust you… she would tell you what you need to know… I suddenly found myself making a plan. Once she trusted me, she would tell me everything. The Cruciatus Curse, and the Imperius Curse had already proved themselves to be useless… why not try a different tactic. Why not try being sympathetic…

I cleared my throat, and Granger turned to me. A look of pity and sympathy was on her face.

"Look, Mud—I mean, Granger, I'm sorry for the way I acted. It was never my intention to hurt you, but recently I've been under so much pressure…" I breathed a fake sigh, "That I've been taking out my anger on the wrong people. I realize that you're probably very scared, and it was quite brave of you to resist my Imperius Curse. I wish I could let you free... but, I can't. You see, Granger, I've been working for The Dark Lord recently, and he's not very happy with the Malfoy name at the moment. I've been trying to prove myself to him, but he seems to be quite unforgiving. I brought you here in hopes that he would show pride for me, but he didn't…" I shuddered remembering our last encounter, "I'm actually beginning to believe that I'm on the wrong side. But, I'm so scared! I can't leave him or else he'll kill me, and probably you too! You see Granger, I don't know what else to do! I'm so sorry for any pain I've caused you, but I can't let you go." When I finished my speech even surprised me. I didn't even realize how much truth there had been in there, until I actually said it all aloud.

Hermione's POV

I was stunned by Malfoy's little outburst. Who knew the pressure he was under? And he actually wanted to leave the Death Eaters. I knew he was under pressure, but I also knew that for a Death Eater to have the desire to leave Voldemort was a very rare thing. If he left Voldemort, then I knew that He would kill Malfoy. There was no questioning that bit. I decided to wallow in pity for him rather than me. That would keep me sane. For a moment a debated whether or not I should respond to his speech. Finally I looked up into his cold silvery eyes. There where dark shadows underneath them and the pity overwhelmed me again. I looked down his body, past his broad, toned chest covered in robes, to his hips. Two wands lay helplessly in his pocket. One of which was mine. Oh, how I desired it. It was right there! Less than three feet from me! Only these stupid bars were in my way, and this leash. Suddenly the rage of being treated like a dog caught up with me, and I couldn't help but insult him during his time of vulnerability.

"I'm sorry for all this stress you've been going through. But that's no excuse to put on a leash, force me to drink from a dog bowl, put me in a cage that I can barely move in, and dress me in these hideous rags! Malfoy, when I get out of here—"

"When? You're not getting out of here! Especially when you treat me, I'm your superior, like this! I've told you I'm sorry and I'm not in control as much as you think I am! And as or the rags, be guest and take them off, I wont mind." With that last bit he smirked and stood tall, looking down at me. And that's when I thought of a plan.

"My superior? Ooooh, Malfoy! Or should I say sir. Maybe, sir, I will take off the rags, sir." I put my emphasis on the word sir as much as I could. His eyes widened with confusion and I wanted to laugh. But instead, with a great deal of courage, I lifted the rags off my body so that I was completely naked. "Happy, sir?" I grunted. Malfoy looked completely blown away at my sudden change.

"Gr-Granger? Put that thing back on! There-, there might be other Death Eaters around…" I laughed mischievously, my plan was forming.

"Well, sir, it seems that I do feel like dog now. Dogs don't wear clothes. And if you really want me to, you're going to have to make me."

"Fine!" Malfoy sneered at me, "Imperio!" A lazy voice in my head drawled "Put the rag back on…" But I was much too strong for that. I simply shook my head and laughed,

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, sir." He glared at me.

Draco's POV

When Granger threw off her robes I was stunned. Once again I had the treat of looking at her fabulous naked body. Her breasts were voluptuous, but not to a disgusting extent. Her stomach was thin and well trained. Her lengthy legs were folded in order to adjust to her small amount of space. My eyes lingered on her body for what seemed like ages and I was lucky that she barely noticed. She began calling me 'sir' and I felt mighty uncomfortable. I didn't want her to do that… When she laughed at my Imperius Curse I wasn't surprised. If I really wanted her to put the rag back on it would have been much more powerful. I would have to do something though. I knew that Death Eaters were constantly walking up and down the dreary hallways of the fort, and I didn't want them staring at her naked. Or for them to think that I was attracted to her! She was a Mudblood; I would never be forgiven if my prisoner, a Mudblood, was naked. I finally decided what to do. For a while I thought, but I decided once and for all what to do.

I would open the cage for a brief moment, pull the rag over her head, and close it quickly. I would put a Gluing Charm on her rag so she wouldn't take it off again. Besides, she wouldn't dare run off naked.

I whispered "Alohamora!" under my breath, and before I knew it she swept under me, reached in my pocket, and had a wand. "Fuck!" I yelled, as she laughed.

"Expelliarmus!" She said lazily, and my wand flew from my grasp. She tapped the leash, and let go of her neck. "Now who's the Superior?" She kicked me into the cell, and locked it before I had even the slightest chance to think. She began to wonder down the hallway. And yes she was still naked.

"Wait!" I managed to call. She turned on her heel and glared at me.

"What is it?" She said with pure hatred in her voice.

"He'll kill you! He'll kill you first, then me! Only after Dementers have sucked away your happiness, Death Eaters rape and torture you, and then He will play some games with you, torture you, and kill you! Unless you let me out, your chances of survival are non existent. So, Granger, if would please let me out, we could negotiate things." I ended with my trademark smirk, and her confused face told me she would let me out, no questions asked.