Chapter 14
~Chimera~
Warning: English is not my first language, so you might encounter mistakes.
I looked at the room I would never miss and thought of the room I would never like. My bag was small as per the proportions of my possessions… small. I didn't have much in my life left. A couple of dresses, shoes and lingerie, three books that Theodore had brought me and that was about it. My eyes watered thinking of my parents and how they used to provide for me, I hadn't lacked anything in my childhood. I looked up, at the blue sky that was my ceiling and prayed my parents were all right. There was no way I could find them anymore. And even so, they wouldn't know me anyway.
'Miss?' I turned to see a small elf looking up at me. He had his hands clasped in front of him, but I could see them shaking. He wore a dirty kitchen towel with a turkey pattern on it, his large feet bare on the cold floor. I gave him a small smile; it wasn't his fault that he was taking me to my doom.
I extended my hand and prepared myself for apparition. When I felt the pull beneath my navel I almost squealed with joy. I'd missed magic so, so much. I sometimes think that muggleborns miss it the most. We treasure it more than one raised in the magical world would.
As soon as my feet hit the floor I looked around to make sure I was safe. Malfoy Manor didn't exactly bring back good memories.
'I must see Miss to her room.' The little elf said.
'What is your name?' I asked him as he took my bag and levitated it in front of us. I got closer to him and felt the vibrations of magic. Elves were truly wonderful creatures.
'I have no name. Master calls I Elf.'
'oh? Well… nice to meet you, Elf, my name is Hermione Granger'
The elf nodded and I couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed by his reaction. Not long ago my name used to make elves and wizards alike gasp and ask me if I was THE Hermione Granger. That particular personality had no life in this world it seemed.
We went up two flights of stairs and passed several doors before stopping at the end of the hallway. He opened the door, and showed me in before leaving with a bow.
The room was big, but still smaller than a Malfoy Manor regular room, or so I presumed. It didn't have the luxurious bed spread that I had expected, nor did it have a bouquet of peonies that were sprinkled everywhere else around the house. But it was clean and spacious and it didn't have the blasted Hogwarts ceiling. I went to put my clothes in the dresser and saw that Malfoy had already gotten me quite the selection of nightgowns and lingerie. I had to admit he surprised me, no skimpy, cheap, leopard suits I'd previously imagined he'd get. I gave a small laugh. Silly me, Malfoy may be a slut, but he was an aristocrat after all. Actually he was THE aristocrat.
As expected there were no books in my room. And I highly doubted he'd let me use his personal library. The Malfoy library was the second largest library in the world, it was renowned for having the rarest of books. I remember Ron once joking about it. Saying that I'd probably kiss Malfoy's shoes if he let me visit it.
You weren't far from the truth, Ron… only I didn't have reading privileges and Malfoy's shoes were the last thing I'd mind kissing.
Two days passed before he acknowledged my presence. I was almost going insane not knowing if I was allowed to go outside. My only contact was with Elf when he brought my food. There was absolutely nothing I could do aside from grooming myself. The room held nothing but beauty items. I felt so stupid taking two baths a day, doing my nails and putting on makeup only to take it off. But there was nothing else to do. Elf was shaking so much every time he brought me food that I didn't dare ask him for anything else.
'Mater wished to see you. I take Miss to Master'
I jumped out of bed, eager to get out of my room. I'd never had thought I'd be eager to see Malfoy.
We went down a flight of stairs. The doors to his room were opulent, made of hard wood; Elf opened them by magic and I really doubted you could otherwise. His bedroom was exquisite, decorated in shades of black and dark green, no slytherin sliver though. The four-poster bed was gigantic, enough to fit at least six people and high enough that I'd probably need to hoist myself on it. I mentally slapped myself for thinking that. Was there no hope in me left that I wouldn't have to "hoist" myself anywhere near that bed? Two armchairs and a couch stood on the other side of the room, facing a roaring fireplace. He didn't have a desk, which I found off, I'd always imagined Malfoy's room having one for some reason. I remembered from school that he was quite the studious type. Its absence didn't seem right, it made his room seem less personal. He did however have two small bookcases on either side of the fireplace. My fingers itched to touch them. I could see a collector's edition of Hogwarts a History from way over where I was standing.
Just as I was trying to figure out what other books he had over there, the doors closed behind me and I realized Elf had left, leaving me alone in the snake's lair.
I startled again when another door closed from my right. I turned to see Malfoy emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his hips. Even his towels were fluffier than mine.
'You could have at least made yourself presentable.'
I looked down at my satin cream pyjama and put a hand in my messy hair.
'I didn't have time, Elf said you wanted to see me'
He looked at me with superiority before moving to the bed and letting his towel drop. He took a pair of boxers and put them on before moving to the couch.
'Come'
It took me ten steps to get to his side.
'Strip'
I furrowed my eyebrows but said nothing. I didn't like orders, yet I knew that I could do nothing but get used to them in this house.
He made me stand in front of him while he looked at me. I chose not to look at him, so when he put his hand on my thigh I almost jumped.
His fingers moved up and down between my hip and my knee, before skimming my arse and then settling on my waist and squeezing tightly, holding me in place.
'Look at me'
My eyes lowered and fixed on his grey ones.
'I want you to come tonight Granger. You're not leaving this room until you do, so I suggest you cooperate.'
And with that he pulled my hips forward and kissed me between my legs, parting my lips and continuing his ministrations, making me shiver.
I didn't understand his obsession with my orgasm.
I'd understood what he'd said, but still I couldn't give in, no matter how much I hated him and his room. The idea of letting him pleasure me was ten times worse. I kept reciting all of the ingredients for the draught of leaving death over and over again until his lips and tongue stopped and he lifted his eyes.
'You really are stubborn, Granger.' He whispered and got up, trying to kiss me. I moved my head. And he put his lips on my ear. 'A stubborn little mudblood cunt' he whispered without malice in his voice, as though he was only trying to rile me up… as though he himself didn't believe those words. I inhaled sharply.
The next moment he was lifting me, throwing me on his bed. 'You have your chance to leave. Until you decide, I'll have my fun.'
A/n: this was the first chapter written under "duress". I hope it's not too bad. I had one of my exams today (got an A/10), but as you can see I'm trying to keep true to my promises.
I'll try to put up the next chapter in a week, but keep in mind that I have two new exams the following week.
Also, I'm sorry if some of the parts seem jagged, I don't really feel comfortable writing a sex scene, but I'm trying to get there.
Reviews are always welcomed and encouraged.
I haven't really read something new to recommend, but I've been obsessed with a song. It's called Little Things by One Direction (I know their target audience isn't over 18, but I love the song either way) if you have time give it a go and listen to the words.
Anonymous review Guest: If you don't like a specific part, please let me know. If you don't like the story then I'm sorry, I hope you find a story that you like.