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Chapter Eight [Property]
Last Time:
Neville, you're really great, but
I think we would be better off as
friends, ok? I know a nice girl
in Hufflepuff who really likes you
though!
Hermione xoxo
Neville nodded at her and smiled, having expected this. He was sad of course, but still, they hadn't had much of a relationship anyway had they? And a girl liked him?! Small miracles!
TBC
Draco being the newly Hermione-obsessed person that he was, noticed immediately her red eyes, and the shadow of a bruise on her cheek which she had not covered in her hurry that morning. The rest had luckily faded.
He watched her weaving towards him through the crowd and felt a strong sense of a déjà vu, although she didn't have a muffin this time. He opened the door of a classroom which wasn't in use, and as she passed, pulled her inside with him, closing the door behind her. He leaned on it and waited patiently as she turned to face him, already knowing who it was. A look of pure fury was on her tired face.
"What is your goddamn problem, Malfoy? You need help. I don't have time for this, I have to get to class. Move," she ordered, rather shocked into confidence and armed with the support she had received from her friends the night before.
"My problem is your face. What's with the red eyes?" he asked smartly, glaring at her. He hated when people talked back to him.
"None of your business," she said, gasping as her grabbed her rather roughly and pulled her closer to him, looking down at her intimidatingly and repeating his question. She scowled at him but said, "I was crying, if it's that important to you. Now can I go?" His fingers touched her almost gone bruise in featherlight concern.
"What about this?" he demanded, the steel in his voice strangely accompanied by worry.
"Don." She said, truly hating having to say the name. Saying it evoked so much in her, guilt, fear, revulsion, sadness. hearing or saying the name always felt like a physical blow. Draco looked confused.
"Is he here?" he asked unsurely.
"No you idiot. I didn't put concealer on this morning is all." She tried to brush him off as she had last night, but this time his grip on her upper arms only tightened. "Will you let go? I'm going to get detention."
"That's true, you are. So why not skip the entire class?"
"No, Draco. I want to go to class! What are you going to do, keep me here against my will?" She demanded, becoming impatient and pushing against his chest in an effort to make him let go of her.
"Good idea!" He said brightly, snatching her wand once again and pocketing it, then performing a locking charm on the door. "You know, Granger, it's remarkably easy to disarm you!" he said smugly. Hermione, who thoughts had been running on a remarkably similar track, looked a mixture between admiration, anger and resignation.
"Fuck you," She said half-heartedly, sitting on top of a desk. "What in the hell do you want, the quicker this is over the better." He smiled cheerily.
"Oh, I want lots of things. Malfoy Manor, inexhaustible riches, a job as an Auror, my father dead, a puppy, knowledge of your every thought and feeling."
"A puppy?"
"Don't make an issue of it. You're at a disadvantage," he reminded her coldly. Hermione held her hands up in defeat sarcastically.
"I didn't mean any harm, Master Draco!" she said.
"Hmm, I rather like the ring of that. Maybe you should start calling me that all the time!" Draco suggested.
"Yeah, and maybe I should start groveling at your feet, referring to myself in the third person, and wearing a pillowcase as clothing too!"
"Aren't you full of wonderful ideas today?! If only I had a pillowcase handy!" He said, smirking wickedly.
"Maybe a queen-sized sheet." Hermione amended. She realized she was bantering with him, and that she was quickly beginning to trust him. which was not good. When had been the last time she had trusted a male other than her father, Harry or Ron? A very long time ago. What was happening to her?
Draco strolled towards her, smirk still intact, and stood before her challengingly.
"So why were you crying?" he asked, putting his hands on either side of her on the desk and leaning in. He was pressuring her, and he knew it.
"Like I said, none of your." she trailed off as he leaned threateningly closer. She raised an eyebrow and maintained eye contact although she was beginning to be afraid. "business," she said with renewed vigour.
"You're my business Hermione."
"What makes me your business?!" she demanded, confused.
"Well, you are mine." He shrugged as if this was obvious.
"WHAT?! You can't own a person, Draco! You can't own ME! For the love of Merlin!" Hermione was stunned. Yet vaguely amused. after all, it was a complete lie!
"Actually Miss Granger, in the wizarding world there is a little known law left over from the olden days which permits pure blood wizards to purchase Mudbloods. If you'll look at your medallion." He gestured to a golden medallion hanging from her neck which had appeared there mysteriously without her noticing. She lifted it from beneath her robes and looked at the clear inscription there.
Property of Draco Evan Malfoy
Enraged, she lifted it over her head, only to find that it suddenly became too heavy to lift. She searched frantically for a clasp.
"I am the only person with the ability to remove it, Miss Granger."
"This cannot be legal! You bastard! I will take this to the authorities! Get this piece of trash off of me!" The playfulness that had been in the air vanished.
"Actually, it's very nearly not legal. You see of course, under the revision of laws, the Ministry is in the process of making ownership of mudbloods illegal. However, mudbloods purchased before the law is abolished will remain the property of their owners." Hermione was finding it very hard to breathe.
"When.?" Was all she was able to manage.
"Oh, I phoned up the Mudblood Shop last night. It's understandable you've never seen it, it's in Knockturn Alley." He smiled.
"This is a joke. This has to be a joke." She looked at him pleadingly, begging him to laugh and say, 'haha, got you good that time Granger!'. But he looked back at her with equal solemnity.
"Here's your wand back, you can't hurt me, it's part of the arrangement," he said, handing her the wand. She raised her hand and brought it to his face with all her force, but right before it made contact it simply stopped, as though he was using a Protectoris charm. She could only bring it to his cheek when she decided to simply stroke it.
"Damn you!" she cried, still disbelieving. "Why would purebloods want anything to do with Mudbloods anyway?"
"Slaves, cooks, cleaners. In ancient times purebloods who tired of their spouses could sire children on Mudbloods and discard them without another thought, so the threat of pregnancy was not there as it would be if they sought relief with another pureblood." Hermione looked so repulsed that he hastily added, "of course that's not why I bought you!"
"Why DID you buy me?" She asked accusingly.
"Like I said, you're very interesting."
"Interesting? INTERESTING?! Then ask me a goddamn question! Take me out for butterbeer!" Exasperated she slid off the desk and punched the wall, but at the last moment her hand swerved away from the wall.
"You can't harm yourself either." Draco explained. "Well, this grants me much easier access to you, and protects you and me, this way I have much more control over you." He shrugged. "It seems very beneficial. Besides, I always have had a penchant for owning things. Curse of my upbringing."
"Things! Why can't you keep it like that? Why do you need to own people as well?" She yelled.
"Calm down Hermione, I'm not going to hurt you or anything! Is it really that bad?" Draco once again moved closer to her, his eyes almost pleading for forgiveness. She said nothing, but her eyes told him that it was really that bad. He almost reached out to remove the medallion, but his pride would not permit him to. At least not till he was finished with her. Whenever that would be. Because it seemed Hermione was full of surprises.
If he kept up eye contact with her though, he felt he would surely rip the thing off her and tell her she was free to go. So he did the first thing that came to mind, and grabbing her, brought his lips to hers.
TBC
Chapter Eight [Property]
Last Time:
Neville, you're really great, but
I think we would be better off as
friends, ok? I know a nice girl
in Hufflepuff who really likes you
though!
Hermione xoxo
Neville nodded at her and smiled, having expected this. He was sad of course, but still, they hadn't had much of a relationship anyway had they? And a girl liked him?! Small miracles!
TBC
Draco being the newly Hermione-obsessed person that he was, noticed immediately her red eyes, and the shadow of a bruise on her cheek which she had not covered in her hurry that morning. The rest had luckily faded.
He watched her weaving towards him through the crowd and felt a strong sense of a déjà vu, although she didn't have a muffin this time. He opened the door of a classroom which wasn't in use, and as she passed, pulled her inside with him, closing the door behind her. He leaned on it and waited patiently as she turned to face him, already knowing who it was. A look of pure fury was on her tired face.
"What is your goddamn problem, Malfoy? You need help. I don't have time for this, I have to get to class. Move," she ordered, rather shocked into confidence and armed with the support she had received from her friends the night before.
"My problem is your face. What's with the red eyes?" he asked smartly, glaring at her. He hated when people talked back to him.
"None of your business," she said, gasping as her grabbed her rather roughly and pulled her closer to him, looking down at her intimidatingly and repeating his question. She scowled at him but said, "I was crying, if it's that important to you. Now can I go?" His fingers touched her almost gone bruise in featherlight concern.
"What about this?" he demanded, the steel in his voice strangely accompanied by worry.
"Don." She said, truly hating having to say the name. Saying it evoked so much in her, guilt, fear, revulsion, sadness. hearing or saying the name always felt like a physical blow. Draco looked confused.
"Is he here?" he asked unsurely.
"No you idiot. I didn't put concealer on this morning is all." She tried to brush him off as she had last night, but this time his grip on her upper arms only tightened. "Will you let go? I'm going to get detention."
"That's true, you are. So why not skip the entire class?"
"No, Draco. I want to go to class! What are you going to do, keep me here against my will?" She demanded, becoming impatient and pushing against his chest in an effort to make him let go of her.
"Good idea!" He said brightly, snatching her wand once again and pocketing it, then performing a locking charm on the door. "You know, Granger, it's remarkably easy to disarm you!" he said smugly. Hermione, who thoughts had been running on a remarkably similar track, looked a mixture between admiration, anger and resignation.
"Fuck you," She said half-heartedly, sitting on top of a desk. "What in the hell do you want, the quicker this is over the better." He smiled cheerily.
"Oh, I want lots of things. Malfoy Manor, inexhaustible riches, a job as an Auror, my father dead, a puppy, knowledge of your every thought and feeling."
"A puppy?"
"Don't make an issue of it. You're at a disadvantage," he reminded her coldly. Hermione held her hands up in defeat sarcastically.
"I didn't mean any harm, Master Draco!" she said.
"Hmm, I rather like the ring of that. Maybe you should start calling me that all the time!" Draco suggested.
"Yeah, and maybe I should start groveling at your feet, referring to myself in the third person, and wearing a pillowcase as clothing too!"
"Aren't you full of wonderful ideas today?! If only I had a pillowcase handy!" He said, smirking wickedly.
"Maybe a queen-sized sheet." Hermione amended. She realized she was bantering with him, and that she was quickly beginning to trust him. which was not good. When had been the last time she had trusted a male other than her father, Harry or Ron? A very long time ago. What was happening to her?
Draco strolled towards her, smirk still intact, and stood before her challengingly.
"So why were you crying?" he asked, putting his hands on either side of her on the desk and leaning in. He was pressuring her, and he knew it.
"Like I said, none of your." she trailed off as he leaned threateningly closer. She raised an eyebrow and maintained eye contact although she was beginning to be afraid. "business," she said with renewed vigour.
"You're my business Hermione."
"What makes me your business?!" she demanded, confused.
"Well, you are mine." He shrugged as if this was obvious.
"WHAT?! You can't own a person, Draco! You can't own ME! For the love of Merlin!" Hermione was stunned. Yet vaguely amused. after all, it was a complete lie!
"Actually Miss Granger, in the wizarding world there is a little known law left over from the olden days which permits pure blood wizards to purchase Mudbloods. If you'll look at your medallion." He gestured to a golden medallion hanging from her neck which had appeared there mysteriously without her noticing. She lifted it from beneath her robes and looked at the clear inscription there.
Property of Draco Evan Malfoy
Enraged, she lifted it over her head, only to find that it suddenly became too heavy to lift. She searched frantically for a clasp.
"I am the only person with the ability to remove it, Miss Granger."
"This cannot be legal! You bastard! I will take this to the authorities! Get this piece of trash off of me!" The playfulness that had been in the air vanished.
"Actually, it's very nearly not legal. You see of course, under the revision of laws, the Ministry is in the process of making ownership of mudbloods illegal. However, mudbloods purchased before the law is abolished will remain the property of their owners." Hermione was finding it very hard to breathe.
"When.?" Was all she was able to manage.
"Oh, I phoned up the Mudblood Shop last night. It's understandable you've never seen it, it's in Knockturn Alley." He smiled.
"This is a joke. This has to be a joke." She looked at him pleadingly, begging him to laugh and say, 'haha, got you good that time Granger!'. But he looked back at her with equal solemnity.
"Here's your wand back, you can't hurt me, it's part of the arrangement," he said, handing her the wand. She raised her hand and brought it to his face with all her force, but right before it made contact it simply stopped, as though he was using a Protectoris charm. She could only bring it to his cheek when she decided to simply stroke it.
"Damn you!" she cried, still disbelieving. "Why would purebloods want anything to do with Mudbloods anyway?"
"Slaves, cooks, cleaners. In ancient times purebloods who tired of their spouses could sire children on Mudbloods and discard them without another thought, so the threat of pregnancy was not there as it would be if they sought relief with another pureblood." Hermione looked so repulsed that he hastily added, "of course that's not why I bought you!"
"Why DID you buy me?" She asked accusingly.
"Like I said, you're very interesting."
"Interesting? INTERESTING?! Then ask me a goddamn question! Take me out for butterbeer!" Exasperated she slid off the desk and punched the wall, but at the last moment her hand swerved away from the wall.
"You can't harm yourself either." Draco explained. "Well, this grants me much easier access to you, and protects you and me, this way I have much more control over you." He shrugged. "It seems very beneficial. Besides, I always have had a penchant for owning things. Curse of my upbringing."
"Things! Why can't you keep it like that? Why do you need to own people as well?" She yelled.
"Calm down Hermione, I'm not going to hurt you or anything! Is it really that bad?" Draco once again moved closer to her, his eyes almost pleading for forgiveness. She said nothing, but her eyes told him that it was really that bad. He almost reached out to remove the medallion, but his pride would not permit him to. At least not till he was finished with her. Whenever that would be. Because it seemed Hermione was full of surprises.
If he kept up eye contact with her though, he felt he would surely rip the thing off her and tell her she was free to go. So he did the first thing that came to mind, and grabbing her, brought his lips to hers.
TBC