-1Still I Look To Find a Reason to Believe
Chapter Six
Draco nodded, opening the door for the very poorly dressed woman, "Your child is already asleep. And I'm sure you will be ready for sleep as well, however I need to speak to you. First, I want you to clean yourself up. You and the girl share a private bathroom with can be found in your room. Just this way." He said, guiding her to her room. "You'll find everything you need in there."
As soon as Jane went into the room and shut the door behind her, Draco sat on his couch in the center of the living room. Hermione's eyes automatically flew to the bed in which Dakota was sleeping. She was sound asleep and Hermione thought better not to bother her. Hermione walked to the other room in there, the bathroom. She observed her surroundings and took off her clothes. She stepped in the shower, gasping as the hot water slid across her many scars and cuts on her body. She spent most if the shower time thinking about her life. She had a master now. Someone who would keep her and she wouldn't be used. Well, she would be, probably, but not by everyone like before. Nothing was worse than before. Her and Dakota actually had beds now, and access to a bathroom. It couldn't be worse than before.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, thinking of this. She dryed herself with a towel carefully, and dressed in the robe that was hanging on the door. Funny. It wasn't there before. Hermione walked into the bedroom, kissing Dakota lightly, before finally going out into the living room part of the flat. When she walked out of the door, she was greeted by her new master, sitting on his armchair, reading. She stood at the doorway for a period of time, unsure of what to do. She waited for him to tell her. He didn't notice her, for if he did, he didn't show it. He finally put the book down on the table next to him and looked at her. She looked much different from when he first answered the door; hear hair was not a mess and covered in blood, but in clean curls that fell down around her shoulders, and the skin that was exposed, there was no sign of dirt or blood, only the scars and cuts you could see.
With a gesture of his hand a chair appeared in front of him, a table chair, not one of those nice armchairs like he was sitting on, or the many others in the room. "Sit down." He told her, his hand motioning toward the seat he had just placed there. Hermione slowly walked over to the chair and sat down, trying to cross her legs over, but the pain that came from doing so was too much.
Hermione stared into his eyes. She knew who he was, Draco Malfoy. She couldn't forget him, but she knew he couldn't know it was her. Hermione Granger. How could he? He had no way of knowing. Even Dakota never fully understood what had happened. He stared back at her. "First off, let's get one thing straight: when I tell you to do something, you do it without hesitation and reply, "yes master." He continued looking at her. "Failure to do so will result in punishment. I want you do know that I really don't care much for your skills you've shown the wizards back then, or will show. I care only for you doing what I want done. I didn't pick you, I happened to take a liking to your daughter. She didn't belong in a place such as that, and I got the feeling she wasn't of all muggle descent."
Hermione shifted uncomfortably. Should she tell him? Ever? Will it even make a difference? She asked herself. 'No, it wouldn't. He isn't the same, and he hasn't been since he took that mark and left you.'
"Also, you will not only be cleaning as I'm sure you know. I have no wife or children and so I will need to be occupied." He told her, pausing. He looked her up and down. She was small, from lack of food, but that would change. He was sure she would fulfill his needs. "You know what I expect. The only difference here from the cell which you were kept is you will not perform for anyone else but me. You are still my servant and therefore anything you do against my wishes will not be tolerated. You will be obedient at all times. You wouldn't want anything to happen to the little girl in there, would you?" He taunted, making Hermione's eyes grow wide.
Draco chuckled. "Don't worry, mostly I will take my anger out on you, but if it doesn't make me feel better..."
Hermione continued to stare at this man, confusion in her eyes. How could it be she had once loved this man? "Also, you will were only a robe around, unless I permit otherwise. I will be gone usually during the day, but your instructions will be on the table here. Anything that doesn't get done will be left for the next day, including all the chores you have to complete then, plus your punishment for missing some of you chores. We can have a great relationship, Jane, if only you listen to me. I don't like anything to be done without my permission that includes your daughter. I will not have her running around my house like some maniac. When I find her old enough, she will be in your position as well."
Hermione couldn't help it, she had to speak. "Listen, my daughter is not a maniac, and by the time she is old enough to do anything for you, we will be out of here!" Hermione said, standing up. How dare he tell her that Dakota would be his slave. He bought her, not Dakota. Draco stood up as well. He didn't seem angry, but throw Hermione against the wall she was in front of, and pressed her against it, holding her. "You will remember you place, Jane. You serve me, and will do anything I ask. And because of your mouth, your daughter will begin working for me tomorrow." He looked down at her, she was scared. She was crying, only no noise came. "Get to bed." He told her. Hermione replied. "Yes, master." She retreated to the room.
Hermione got under the covers only thinking about how she got Dakota in this mess. She couldn't believe he was a monster, just like the others... She made a mistake to think he would somehow be different.
A/N: I know it has been a long time and I am so sorry. I haven't felt like writing lately. I don't know why, though. I am even sorrier for the chapter. I'm not used to writing Draco like this, though I really like these kinds of stories. Please review and tell me how to make this story better with the way I am writing it. Also, any questions, please ask.