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Chapter 3

The dimly lit room played tricks on Ally's eyes as she laid unmoving on a soft bed. The amount her stomach was growling she figured she hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours. A man she didn't know occupied the other side of the bed, she could hear his gentle snores and feel his bulk next to her.

As gently as possible, so as not to wake the sleeping stranger, Ally pushed away the bulky covers and got out of the bed. She was completely naked, but she didn't care, all that mattered was getting out of the room, finding Hermionie and getting her ass back to the Order.

She opened the door quietly and stepped out into the hallway. Immdiately she was paralyed, she let out a yelp of surprise as she fell to the floor. Her legs wouldn't move, she tried to pull herself with her arms, but it was useless, she was stuck.

"Give me your hand," said a man. She looked up at the stranger. He wore only boxer shorts and looked incredibly tired as he bent to hold out his hand to her. Ally took it and he helped her to her feet.

Once on her feet, Ally made more of an effort to cover her exposed body. Shaking his head, the man headed to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt, which he handed to her. Gratefully she pulled it on, as her stomach gave a loud rumble.

The stranger cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her/ "Guess your hungry," he commented gruffly. He didn't let her speak as he grabbed her by the elbow and lead her out of the room. She didn't fall over again, clearly he had a spell on her and it was because he was right next to her that she could move beyond the bedroom.

They entered a small candle lit dinging room. He sat her down at one end of the small round table then took the seat across from her. "Binky," the man called out. A small house-elf suddenly appeared beside him, the poor creature looked as tired as the man.

"Yes sir," the house-elf replied in a weak quivering voice. He had big violet eyes the size of tennis balls. His ears were huge and floppy and he only stood about thigh high.

"Sorry to wake you, but can you make our new residence some food. And if she needs anything, you make sure you assist her the best you can." The man ordered gently, unlike some wizards he obviously appreciated what his house-elf did for him.

Binky vanished.

"What's your name sweetheart?" The man asked her, then yawned widely. For an evil man he was incredibly handsome. He had a mysterious, rugged look but the ruggedness was probably from the whiskers that had grown on his face since his last shave. His hair was dirty blond and cleanly cut. But his eyes fascinated her.

"Don't you talk?" He asked impatiently when she didn't respond. "Fine, if you talk," he said sarcastically, "you can call me Blaise."

A plate full of mouth watering eggs suddenly appeared in front of her. Ally stared down at them. She didn't want to eat them, but they looked so good, and she was so hungry.

Blaise shook his head and chuckled, "you are the most untrusting person I've ever met." He leaned on the table with his elbow and looked her directly in the eye. "If I honestly wanted to hurt or kill you, I could have done so several times."

He has a point, Ally thought to herself. Hesitantly she picked up her utensils and began to eat. The food was fantastic and Ally finished it off easily. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully to Blaise. He smiled warmly in response.

"Binky, go prepare a warm bath for out guest then go back to bed, you look tired." Blaise ordered as he rose from his chair. He held out his hand to Ally and she took it. He lead her back down the hall and into a large bathroom. Binky was filling the tub and he bowed low when Blaise dismissed him.

Ally looked around the bathroom, Blaise had really good taste and obviously the galleons to have good taste. She froze when she felt his hands one her. He slowly removed the t-shirt from her and then turned her to face him. He had already stripped from his boxers and was standing naked before her. Ally's cheeks flared red in embarrassment.

He helped her into the back and go into it behind her. He picked up a soft sponge and gently began to message her back with it. The bubbles cascaded down her spine causing her to shiver. "I just want you to know," Blaise said in a husky whisper. "That I'm not the causes of those bruises, sweetheart."

"Ally," she corrected him gently. She looked down at herself. She was covered in large purple bruises and the mark that Voldermort gave her glittered over her ribs. "What does the MBS stand for?" She asked hesitantly as she ran her fingers over the black marks.

"Muggle-Born Slave," Blaise replied. "The mark comes with a spell, that's why you couldn't leave my room this morning. You have to be in the same room as me or it paralyses you instantly unless I order you otherwise." He sighed deeply as he moved the sponge gently over her shoulders. "The bruises are from Draco, apparently you're a fighter and he had to beat you into submission when he tired to bring you here. Finally he had to knock you out, you just would not come any other way." She could hear the slight smile on his voice, he obviously found her independence and stubborn attitude appealing.

"How well does the spell work, I mean is it like the house-elf spell where I must do what you ask or hurt myself?" Ally asked feeling more awake now that the warm waters were making her blood move.

"Its worse," Blaise said lazily. He stopped sponging her and pulled away to the back of the tub so he could lean back against the wall. "Watch," he gave her a sad kind of expression when she looked over her shoulder at him. "Kiss me," he demanded and before Ally knew what she was doing she had turned and was moving toward him. Uncontrollably she put her hands on him and drew her body up against his before snatching his lips into a passionate kiss.

Ally pulled away slowly. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared into his solemn face. She clapped her hand over her mouth and completely pulled away to the other end of the bath. The spell was obviously a form of the Imperious curse and unbreakable. She shook her head as she stood up and got out of the tub. She had just kissed the enemy, she had just wronged all that she fought for.

"Ally I'm sorry," Blaise whispered getting out and grabbing her shoulders. "I didn't do this to you, The Dark Lord did this." He held her against him, she didn't like it so she pulled away. "I want to go lay down," Ally whispered as she reached for his t-shirt and pulled it on. Blaise nodded in understandment, he pulled on his boxers then proceeded to lead her back to his room where he took one side of the bed and let Ally decide weither she wanted to take the other side or not. Sighing, Ally gave in and took the opposite side of the bed. Blaise was already in a deep sleep.

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Let me kno wut u think! Mite let u kno wut happened to Hermionie!

Jade