A/N: The moment of truth has come, well, more the chapter, I keep you in confusion for a bit, sorry!  Please review and let me know how I did, this is a very important chapter for me, and I'm nervous! Let me know what you think, thanks!

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Chapter Five: Black Sheets

Draco Malfoy scooped the unconscious, bruised, form of Hermione in his arms smirking. God how he hated Granger, oh how she was going to pay. He bowed to Voldemort and backed slowly out of the room, smirk still firmly in place.

Winding up staircases and through hidden doorways, they arrived at a thick Cherry wood door. How he hated Granger. He hated everything she stood for, bravery, honesty . . . it made him nauseous. But, she was going to pay. He nearly laughed at the look on her face . . .

Not minding how her head smashed against the doorframe, he strutted into a room equipped simply with a bed and dresser. Dropping her carelessly onto the black sheets he strutted out again.

Hermione woke in a way she had not in nearly a year: warm. Sitting up she rubbed her aching head gingerly, a bruise seemed to be forming rather quickly. Looking around she discovered what founded her comfortable heat. Black sheets pooled at her waste, matching the curtains and dresser that the room held. Hermione snorted. Stereotypical Death Eaters.

Standing, she made her way to the window to look over the extensive forest below her; she seemed to be at a very high elevation. How did she get here? Hermione couldn't remember anything after Ron's second visit . . .

Racking her brain for a memory . . . any memory, she sighed in frustration. Nothing. She walked carefully over to the dresser opposite the bed. Opening the creaking dresser doors she gasped when she saw the contents the wardrobe held.

Dresses. Many of them, lined the wardrobes interior. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on a Red one. Floor length and without sleeves, it was beautiful. She was to say, in the least bit, surprised as she felt a tear treacle down her cheek. It was the exact color of Gryffindor Red.

Sliding out of her current blouse and trousers, she slipped into the dress. Wishing she had a mirror, she spun, watching the dress fan out around her. She was again, surprised, to see a floor length mirror standing next to the bed.

'I don't remember that being there.' She thought, though it was lost as she gazed upon herself in the mirror. The red material clung to her slim form, accentuating every curve, clinging in all the right places. Thought pleased with the dress, Hermione was disgusted.

Her nearly waist length hair was matted, dried blood hidden in its depths. Dirt seemed welded to her skin, dark under-eye circles completed her facade.

She wrinkled her nose. She definitely needed to clean up. Turning to flop onto the black sheets, her brown eyes bulged in surprise. A door she had failed to notice before stood ajar. Cracking it open a bit more she smiled at the bathroom lying out before her eyes.

A single bathtub and a fresh pile of towels was the total extent, but it would do. Stripping out of the dress, she turned on the faucet, which gushed a lovely rose scent. Sliding into the warm water she sighed contentedly.

It would be an hour before Hermione emerged, refreshed and clean, from the bathroom door, which promptly disappeared after her exit. Frowning slightly she went again to the mirror; her frown melted away when she saw herself. Hair and face now clean; it completed the entire appearance the red dress began.

"Hideous." A sneering voice spoke. Hermione turned and her blood froze. Malfoy slid in through a cherry wood door, snapping it shut behind him. He waved his wand and the Hermione's dress was now green, Hermione gulped, Slytherin green.

"Much better." The trademark smirk slid into place.

Finding strength, she spoke. "What do you want Malfoy?" She congratulated herself for pulling off such a convincing sneer.

"I would think that you of all people would know, Granger." That smirk made her blood boil. Wait, why would she know? Her confusion must have showed. A look of triumph found its way onto his face. "You don't remember." It wasn't a question; it was a statement, a statement Hermione hated to admit, was true.

She stuck her nose in the air, reserving what dignity she had. "What if I don't?" He grinned.

"I would have to remind you." He moved closer, circling her. Without warning he waved his wand. Hermione felt herself spinning around and around . . . until it stopped. She glanced around and gasped. It was a room, a large room. Voldemort sat near the head of the room, and Hermione nearly fainted when she saw herself shrieking in front of Voldemort.

She moved closer and heard the cruel laughter of Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. The second Hermione began rolling, still screaming, in obvious pain. Voldemort waved his hand and she lay still panting.

"More?" a smile was curved on his thin lips. A whimper escaped the second Hermione's lips. "Then again, the choice is yours, you can be our spy, or suffer . . ." he smirked. "In a way I think you will find most unpleasant." Hermione watched in horror as she saw herself spit on his feet. Confusion set in when she saw this only made him . . . happy.

"Then it is decided." His smirk widened. "I think I know what might punish you." He paused. "Draco Malfoy!" he called.

"Yes Master." A kneeling form answered.

"Did you not dispose of your last slave?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes Master." He answered.

"You have a new one." Hermione had barely enough time for this to register before she began spinning quickly, and found herself lying on familiar black sheets and looking into the face of the person she hated most . . .

He looked at her, smirking.

She hated that smirk.

A/N: This isn't the going to be the plot, this is the romance part of the plot, but there's more, I promise. So . . . how did I do? Let me know please! Review, I love you all! Thanks for reading!