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Chapter Ten [Relapse]
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And so they left their hiding place and went out to face the big, bad, angry professor-filled world.
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Don rolled off the dirty mattress, and onto the clothing-covered floor, stood up and looked down at Maxine, or Maureen, or whatever that red- headed, leopard-skinned, leathered up chic's name was. He had met her last night in that bar, whatchamacallit, you know, Dungeon Black? Whatever. She had looked a lot better last night, he thought gloomily as he looked at her sprawled naked body, which was beginning to age (like his own).
He turned to survey the room, which was dark (due to a raggedy burgundy towel hung over the window with staples) and messy. Somehow he managed to pick his own clothes out of the faux fur and too-tight mess of Maxine/Maureen's. He got dressed quickly, and sniffed himself. He smelled disgusting. The charming mix of stale alcohol, cigarettes, cheap perfume (Maxine/Maureen's) and sweat would doubtless offend his elder sister and her husband. Which was not good, seeing as he was their permanent houseguest.
He walked home grumpily, snarling at kids who stared at him and kicking trash on the sidewalk. Maxine/Maureen had been an ok shag, but he still felt totally drained and unhappy. No one had that certain special something that his niece, Hermione, had. He was too cowardly to beat or abuse any one else, most women and most girls would tell someone. But his Hermione had always been so docile and loving, and he'd had a long time to work on her, to teach her what he liked. Submission, and fear. It made him feel powerful.
Suppose I'm a bit of a sadist, he thought, chuckling. He stared at a passing girl, whose mother glared at him. "Yeesh lady, one pretty girly you got there!" he yelled after her, smiling mockingly. The woman quickened her step, dragging her daughter.
"Pervert." He heard her mutter to herself as she shot him one last scowl.
Jeez. People are so uptight these days.
It was Saturday morning and just about everyone but Hermione and Draco was in Hogsmeade. They had been banned from it as punishment for yesterday's transgression, but it did not seem so bad in comparison to other punishments which they had received.
When Hermione climbed out of the portrait hole, the first thing that caught her eye was Draco, leaning across the hall from her smugly, with that ever- present smirk. And for the first time in. well, ever. she didn't feel scared or angry.
"Fuck you, you stalker." She muttered out of habit as she swept past him. The Fat Lady tutted.
"Romance these days is strange, strange, strange." She said sadly.
Draco merely laughed and caught up with Hermione quickly.
"C'mon, you know you could look at my gorgeous face 24/7, doll."
"God, even Filch couldn't come up with something more disgusting and painful than that punishment. Please no, Malfoy!" She said, quickening her pace in what she was aware was a completely futile effort to lose the long- legged Slytherin. It was more token than anything. Hey, at least she tried.
He caught up to her with ease and she was already panting, so she gave up. "Cranky, Granger?"
"Wouldn't you be if you had this constant disgusting smell following you everywhere? Oh wait, you do smell yourself don't you?"
"Oh, ouch. My heart is bleeding. That was harsh." He smirked and tugged her hair playfully. "You know you love this cologne!"
"Can't say I smell it over the powerful Sleazy Slytherin scent you're emitting!" She shrugged as if to say, 'what can I do?!'.
"Here," he said, grabbing her and pulling her head to his neck. "Smell!"
Actually, Hermione thought, it was rather nice. Hints of mint and snow and water on branches, with just the lightest touch of cinnamon and warmth.
"What do you think, yummy and scrumptious?" Draco asked, smiling assuredly.
"Yeah, actually. can't say it suits you very well. Couldn't you find anything more rotten-egg, sour-milk-ish?" Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled away from him.
"ok, ok. I give up. You have an endless source of insults, Hermione. It's amazing."
"Almost as amazing as the fact that you still haven't taken a hint and left me alone? You are truly astonishingly thick, Malfoy."
"Well hey, I own you, I retain the right to pester you incessantly." "I HATE YOU!" Hermione yelled angrily, reminded abruptly of his evilness. She stopped, turned toward him and glared.
"Gosh, mood swings much? What was that about?" Draco seemed confused and a little offended by the sudden change of tone.
"You owning me? Perhaps? Just a little? You're such a goddamned conceited spoiled inconsiderate bastard you know?!" Hermione felt herself growing angrier and angrier, more at the fact that she was a possession than at him.
"Don't speak to me like that, you mudblood bitch!" Draco yelled, his temper quickly overtaking him at her words. He grabbed her and flung her against the wall, quickly following to hold her there with his forearm pressed horizontally against her throat. He saw the fear well up in her eyes as quickly as the anger had in her heart.
"Draco." Her voice was stiffly controlled, but they both knew how afraid she was. And how vulnerable.
"Hadn't we decided that you'd start calling me master?" He asked nastily, his voice like a slap. There was a long silence as he stared into her eyes. His own were pure, unbreachable steel. "Well?" He finally asked. She knew what he wanted.
"Master." Hermione gazed at a point above his head. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute, it was beating so hard that it hurt her chest. His arm on her throat was painful though she could breathe and talk well, and it chafed horribly.
"Yes?"
She was horrified. for a moment she had thought this was all a silly game. she had forgotten to be afraid, she had trusted, she had. Oh God.
"What would you wish for me to do?" She replied, still staring above him.
"Look at me." She obeyed, and lowered her gaze to his own. "Apologize."
"I don't." His arm went tighter against her throat and she felt his free hand land softly on her hip. Her fear was unbearable, she could barely swallow. "I am sorry, Master." She choked it out, the words tasted like bile. With Don it was different. she truly belonged to Don, what he did to her was what she deserved, filthy as she was, but with Draco. did she deserve this? Maybe, but it did not stop her from hating him.
"Say 'I am sorry I offended you Master. I am merely a simple diversion, an object, for your use.'"
She repeated what he said, turning her head away from him while she did so and closing her eyes. She was feeling rather faint, and the fear was making her want to be sick. "You whore." He finally took his arm away from her neck and she stumbled a little, turning to face the wall, using it to support her. He stood a few steps back, watching her. "I said 'You whore'." He repeated himself for her benefit. "don't you even care, Hermione?" His use of her name felt like a dagger in Hermione's heart. She turned to face him, still leaning on the wall.
"You only told me what I already know, Master."
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Chapter Ten [Relapse]
Last Time:
And so they left their hiding place and went out to face the big, bad, angry professor-filled world.
TBC
Don rolled off the dirty mattress, and onto the clothing-covered floor, stood up and looked down at Maxine, or Maureen, or whatever that red- headed, leopard-skinned, leathered up chic's name was. He had met her last night in that bar, whatchamacallit, you know, Dungeon Black? Whatever. She had looked a lot better last night, he thought gloomily as he looked at her sprawled naked body, which was beginning to age (like his own).
He turned to survey the room, which was dark (due to a raggedy burgundy towel hung over the window with staples) and messy. Somehow he managed to pick his own clothes out of the faux fur and too-tight mess of Maxine/Maureen's. He got dressed quickly, and sniffed himself. He smelled disgusting. The charming mix of stale alcohol, cigarettes, cheap perfume (Maxine/Maureen's) and sweat would doubtless offend his elder sister and her husband. Which was not good, seeing as he was their permanent houseguest.
He walked home grumpily, snarling at kids who stared at him and kicking trash on the sidewalk. Maxine/Maureen had been an ok shag, but he still felt totally drained and unhappy. No one had that certain special something that his niece, Hermione, had. He was too cowardly to beat or abuse any one else, most women and most girls would tell someone. But his Hermione had always been so docile and loving, and he'd had a long time to work on her, to teach her what he liked. Submission, and fear. It made him feel powerful.
Suppose I'm a bit of a sadist, he thought, chuckling. He stared at a passing girl, whose mother glared at him. "Yeesh lady, one pretty girly you got there!" he yelled after her, smiling mockingly. The woman quickened her step, dragging her daughter.
"Pervert." He heard her mutter to herself as she shot him one last scowl.
Jeez. People are so uptight these days.
It was Saturday morning and just about everyone but Hermione and Draco was in Hogsmeade. They had been banned from it as punishment for yesterday's transgression, but it did not seem so bad in comparison to other punishments which they had received.
When Hermione climbed out of the portrait hole, the first thing that caught her eye was Draco, leaning across the hall from her smugly, with that ever- present smirk. And for the first time in. well, ever. she didn't feel scared or angry.
"Fuck you, you stalker." She muttered out of habit as she swept past him. The Fat Lady tutted.
"Romance these days is strange, strange, strange." She said sadly.
Draco merely laughed and caught up with Hermione quickly.
"C'mon, you know you could look at my gorgeous face 24/7, doll."
"God, even Filch couldn't come up with something more disgusting and painful than that punishment. Please no, Malfoy!" She said, quickening her pace in what she was aware was a completely futile effort to lose the long- legged Slytherin. It was more token than anything. Hey, at least she tried.
He caught up to her with ease and she was already panting, so she gave up. "Cranky, Granger?"
"Wouldn't you be if you had this constant disgusting smell following you everywhere? Oh wait, you do smell yourself don't you?"
"Oh, ouch. My heart is bleeding. That was harsh." He smirked and tugged her hair playfully. "You know you love this cologne!"
"Can't say I smell it over the powerful Sleazy Slytherin scent you're emitting!" She shrugged as if to say, 'what can I do?!'.
"Here," he said, grabbing her and pulling her head to his neck. "Smell!"
Actually, Hermione thought, it was rather nice. Hints of mint and snow and water on branches, with just the lightest touch of cinnamon and warmth.
"What do you think, yummy and scrumptious?" Draco asked, smiling assuredly.
"Yeah, actually. can't say it suits you very well. Couldn't you find anything more rotten-egg, sour-milk-ish?" Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled away from him.
"ok, ok. I give up. You have an endless source of insults, Hermione. It's amazing."
"Almost as amazing as the fact that you still haven't taken a hint and left me alone? You are truly astonishingly thick, Malfoy."
"Well hey, I own you, I retain the right to pester you incessantly." "I HATE YOU!" Hermione yelled angrily, reminded abruptly of his evilness. She stopped, turned toward him and glared.
"Gosh, mood swings much? What was that about?" Draco seemed confused and a little offended by the sudden change of tone.
"You owning me? Perhaps? Just a little? You're such a goddamned conceited spoiled inconsiderate bastard you know?!" Hermione felt herself growing angrier and angrier, more at the fact that she was a possession than at him.
"Don't speak to me like that, you mudblood bitch!" Draco yelled, his temper quickly overtaking him at her words. He grabbed her and flung her against the wall, quickly following to hold her there with his forearm pressed horizontally against her throat. He saw the fear well up in her eyes as quickly as the anger had in her heart.
"Draco." Her voice was stiffly controlled, but they both knew how afraid she was. And how vulnerable.
"Hadn't we decided that you'd start calling me master?" He asked nastily, his voice like a slap. There was a long silence as he stared into her eyes. His own were pure, unbreachable steel. "Well?" He finally asked. She knew what he wanted.
"Master." Hermione gazed at a point above his head. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute, it was beating so hard that it hurt her chest. His arm on her throat was painful though she could breathe and talk well, and it chafed horribly.
"Yes?"
She was horrified. for a moment she had thought this was all a silly game. she had forgotten to be afraid, she had trusted, she had. Oh God.
"What would you wish for me to do?" She replied, still staring above him.
"Look at me." She obeyed, and lowered her gaze to his own. "Apologize."
"I don't." His arm went tighter against her throat and she felt his free hand land softly on her hip. Her fear was unbearable, she could barely swallow. "I am sorry, Master." She choked it out, the words tasted like bile. With Don it was different. she truly belonged to Don, what he did to her was what she deserved, filthy as she was, but with Draco. did she deserve this? Maybe, but it did not stop her from hating him.
"Say 'I am sorry I offended you Master. I am merely a simple diversion, an object, for your use.'"
She repeated what he said, turning her head away from him while she did so and closing her eyes. She was feeling rather faint, and the fear was making her want to be sick. "You whore." He finally took his arm away from her neck and she stumbled a little, turning to face the wall, using it to support her. He stood a few steps back, watching her. "I said 'You whore'." He repeated himself for her benefit. "don't you even care, Hermione?" His use of her name felt like a dagger in Hermione's heart. She turned to face him, still leaning on the wall.
"You only told me what I already know, Master."
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