Her palm was raised to the glass and she tried desperately to feel the heat from his hand. She wondered if he had the answers to her questions. What the hell were they doing here? How long had Draco been captive here? She closed her eyes for a moment and prayed that they would get out of here. Surely Harry would get help and try and find them. As she opened her eyes she noticed movement down the aisle between the cells and she dropped her hand suddenly. She wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to know that Draco and her were close just in case it would be used against them.
Two guards led the way as a man walked behind them. The way he was dressed was casual, a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt that buttoned up. The top of the shirt was open slightly to reveal a muscular chest beneath with a thin layer of chest hair. When she took in his facial features she would only describe him best as a Brad Pitt clone. The guards stopped in front of her cell and opened the door.
Hermione stood up and backed against the wall of her cell. Her mind started to concentrate on what spell would be best to throw. She had long since mastered the art of wandless magic and it had made her life so much less complicated to wave a wand about. When the door opened she muttered softly, "Stupify" but instead of hitting the guards with her spell she cried out loudly and collapsed down to her knees as the collar around her neck sent bolts of electricity down her spine.
When her mind cleared she heard the soft laughter from the Brad Pitt wannabe and she lifted her head to shoot a scowl at him.
"Well my dear I see you have come to realize that your spells are no longer yours to control." The man purred.
She gave him a confused look and her fingers wrapped around the collar and she tried to pull it off without success.
"I have brought some new clothing for you to wear. What you have on is just not acceptable." A smirk started to form on his perfect features.
She looked down at herself and realized for the first time that her clothing was indeed tattered and dirty, as if she had been sent rolling down a hill while she was unconscious. Who knows, perhaps they wanted to see what would happen if they did so while she was knocked out. 'Sick Fucks.' Was all she could think to herself.
The man held out his arm and she saw a bag dangling from his fingers. "Put these on."
"Why the hell should I do anything for you." She spat out at him.
The guards started to step forward but the man lifted his arm, stopping the two burly men in their tracks. Mr. Perfect took two steps towards her and placed the bag onto her bed before kneeling down in front of her. His hand reached up and touched the dangling ring that rested at the base of her neck. The backs of his fingers brushed up along her collarbone and she tried desperately not to recoil and vomit right there and then. Instead her eyes hardened and her chin raised in defiance.
She heard a soft click suddenly and when she looked down she saw a thin silver chord hanging down from the silver collar around her neck. 'What the fuck was this?' She thought to herself and a quick glace over to Draco let her know this was not good. Suddenly she turned towards the Brad Pitt wannabe and fear filled her previously defiant eyes.
"You will do everything that I ask of you my dear, and eventually I won't even need this little thing to do the trick with. Of course maybe in the future you may enjoy using it in other activities." He leered at her for a moment before continuing. "Now, because you have disobeyed me I'm afraid that I must punish you."
His hand slipped down to the end of the chain and it was then she noticed the little buttons that were barely noticeable on the leashes handle. His thumb depressed one of the buttons and she couldn't contain the scream that filled her lungs. Pain equivalent to the Cruciatus curse racked her body and she collapsed down onto the ground, curling herself into a ball as she screamed in agony.
The pain seemed to go on forever, but eventually it stopped and she twitched on the ground in front of the kneeling man. He dropped the chain and let his hands go around her arms, helping her up gently until she was on her knees again. Then he gave her a sad smile. "I'm sorry to put you through that. A beauty such as you should never have to endear such pain, but I know that you need to learn not to disobey me. As long as you do what I ask of you, I will not do that to you again. Now please, change into the clothing I have brought for you. I look forward to seeing how you look in them. I know you will be beautiful."
He helped her up into a standing position and reached over to grab the bag. Turning back towards her he held the bag out to her. She grudgingly took the handle and waited. It took a moment to realize that he would not leave until she changed into the outfit right then and there so she sighed and started to turn around until his hand stopped her.
"No my dear, I would like to watch you. It will be very enjoyable to see your body move as you change." He purred and then sat down on her bed.
Her teeth made an audible grinding noise in annoyance and she could only do as he asked unless she wanted to be put through the pain of the damned collar again. With an angry expression on her face she lifted the dirty t-shirt up and off before looking into the bag. Her eyes lifted back up to him with disbelieve.
"You can't be serious..this isn't a fucking top." She growled as she lifted up what looked like a cross between a bustier and a bra. It was soft brown leather and laced up in the front. "You have some fetish for Xena or something?" She said as she shook her head.
"I like leather on a woman." He said with a chuckle. "Go on, take the bra off and put it on."
Hermione tried not to blush. She was definitely not a virgin but she was not an exhibitionist and did not enjoy stripping in front of ex lovers and strangers. Her hands shook as she took off her bra and then slipped on the cursed bustier. When she tied it up she realized that it acted very much like a bra and kept her chest nice and snug against her body, but she also realized that the top of it scooped down enough that her breasts nearly burst out from it.
Reaching into the bag again she took out the pair of jeans and large brown belt. She slipped off her own comfortable slacks and went to slip into the jeans when the man stopped her as he cleared his throat.
"I thought you would appreciate clean underwear. They are in the bag." He said.
She looked back into the bag and was about to say that there was no underwear in there when she noticed the tiny piece of material inside. 'Good Lord this can't be happening.' She groaned. As she lifted up the tiny scrap of material she shook her head. "This is buttfloss, not underwear. I have no desire to feel like I'm in a state of forever having a wedgie thank you very much." She growled.
His eyes flickered a moment and then drifted to the end of the chain that hung down her body. "Oh?" He simply said and Hermione's anger only increased.
"Fuck you." She growled as she pulled down her nice comfortable bikini briefs and then she slipped on the little triangle of cloth that was wrongly named underwear.
When she pulled the pants up her slender legs, she realized that they were hip huggers. Her entire belly was now exposed and she was never one to show off that flesh unless she was being intimate with a man. Hermione had taken to working out and her stomach was flat and her abs showed just enough to still look soft and feminine.
Having done up her pants she stood there with her hand on her hip and an angry look upon her face. The man stood up and let his gaze drift up and down her body. "Very nice..very nice indeed." He stepped in close and his nose drifted close to her neck as if to take in her scent. His body pressed close to hers and Hermione fought not to move. Her eyes flickered over towards Draco and she saw the anger in his eyes, but he was smart enough not to kick up a fuss.
"You are intoxicating my dear. Very intoxicating." Having said this, the man simply turned around and left her cell. The guards gave her a dirty look for a moment before turning around and exiting the cell and locking her door. They followed the Brad Pitt wannabe until they were out of sight.
"Who the fuck was that?" Hermione said as she looked over at Draco. 'God dammit' she thought. This place had made her curse more than she had in her life.