Chapter 8

Eyes, Truths About Draco, and Hermione?

ok this is 2250 words, it took me all night...oooo and my grandma still remembers me!!!

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When Hermione woke up Draco was gone. After the sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach disappeared, Hermione got up.

After a quick shower, Hermione decided to get dressed, as most people do. However, there was a slight problem, her clothes were taken and had been replaced by, umm… well…new "clothes".

Consisting of a forest green corset….a green, black and silver bra…..a matching thong….fish-nets, tights and gloves, with black and sliver garters….and an exceedingly short black mini skirt.

'Oh hell no.' Hermione cried out in disgust.

'I don't think that's really your choice at this moment, mud-blood.' A newly appeared Draco said snidely.

Hermione clenched the towel tightly around her waist.

'What's got you so uptight this morning?' he said with his signature smirk on.

'I dunno, maybe the fact that someone stole my clothes and left me with Parkinson's wardrobe. Then again, I don't think that Parkinson was this prudish,' said Hermione sardonically. Draco merely chuckled in response. 'Well, aren't you going to do something about it?' she yelled, dreading whatever the answer might be.

'It's this or nothing. Your choice,' he said smiling, 'but I don't think anyone will mind if you chose to go in the nude,' he said with his famous Slytherin sneer.

'Ha, ha,' she said sarcastically, 'I bet you're dying of laughter at my torment. Couldn't I at least get some underwear that doesn't go strait up my fucking arse?'

Draco began "dying" of laughter, as Hermione had previously stated. "No sense in giving you proper panties (very British like). I suspect that you won't be wearing them by the end of the night.'

At this Hermione chucked the thong straight at his head. They landed perfectly on his head, covering his eyes. Pealing them off, he scoffed at her, 'Lovely. Now why don't you get dressed. Or in this case, undressed.'

Hermione stared at him, expecting him to leave. 'Well? Aren't you going to leave?' she questioned.

'Why leave? I'd much rather stay for the show,' he said.

'Oh there will be a show… Now leave before I beat you to a bloody pulp.'

'Really now? Well, as far as I know, I'm a 6 foot tall, incredibly muscular man. And you are a 5 foot 4, probably never lifted a weight in your life… girl.' Draco jeered.

'Well as far as I know, I'm older than you by a good few months, so don't call yourself a man and me a girl. And didn't I give you a shiner in third year?' Hermione retorted.

'You still can't beat the shit out of me, so deal with it and get dressed before I loose my temper and do something we'll both regret. Hmmm.' Draco said plainly.

'I didn't think heartless bastards can regret, or for that matter feel. Hmmm.'

'Well I may not regret it, but you will, I swear say one more thing out of line and I'll…I'll—' Draco said his voice raising as he fought to control his temper.

'You'll what?'

'You want to know what I'll do? I'll simply go to the Dark Lord and inform him that I am no long in need of your "services". But I'll be happy to pass you off to my father. He just bought a new set of chains and needs someone to break them in.' He said, his eyes were black with rage (that comes in to play later in the story).

Hermione shivered involuntarily at the thought.

'Now get dressed.' Draco commanded.

Hermione was stuck at what to do, she was scared of what not doing what Draco said would result in, but how could she get dressed in front of him?

'Well then?' Draco said, 'What the fuck do you think you think you're waiting for?'

'I, umm… I've never really… before. And I don't want… I mean… I can't… you know… change, in front of… you,' she muttered bashfully.

'Oh, then you've never had a guy see you naked? Not even Weasly?' he taunted.

He had gone a step too far. He had mentioned the unmentionable.

'Don't you dare, ever, even mention him or Harry again! You vile worthless slime! I can't believe you would say something that disgusting you nasty pig!' She shoved him out the door slamming it behind him. She began crying, and fell against the door.

I can't believe he said that. Mentioning my childhood crush…Hermione thought. I still can't believe they're gone. And that bastard had to bring it up. Like I'm not already miserable enough. Does he get a twisted sadistic pleasure from rubbing salt in other peoples wounds?

Draco on the other hand was thinking…What the hell did I do? That little bitch. I mock one of her stupid kiddy crushes and she goes bananas. That fucking mud-blood! What the bloody hell is wrong with her? (To all those, which is one because I only have like 4 reviewers, this is the means cruel more in like in the books side of Draco)

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Hermione stopped crying after a few minutes and got dressed. Then she wrapped the towel firmly around her making sure it wouldn't fall off.

By now Draco was calm again. His eyes returned to the color of the sea after a storm (yay Princess Bride)

Draco's eyes were like mood rings. They changed based on his mood. When he was calm and in a neutral mood they were the color of the sea after a storm. When he was in "death-eater mode" they were gray. When he was honest or even content and happy like the night before they were a soft shade of blue. When his was acting witty or like the prince of Slytherin they were a green/blue. When he was angry they were dark blue or dark green or even dark gray. And when his was in rage, they were almost black. And when he was, you know "turned on" they were a piercing blue. Oh and when he was confused, they were a cloudy blue, green or gray, it varies.

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A while after Hermione was dressed Draco came in, and took her to meet Voldemort.

After Draco bowed a few times at the Dark Lord's throne he informed him that Hermione was ready to begin her tasks.

'Now, you need to a few dust the furniture,' Voldemort ordered.

'Dust makes me sneeze,' Hermione said with a slight amount of attitude.

'Then clean the toilets by hand. Here, use this,' he said, handing her a bottle of liquid soap.

'I'm allergic to soap,' she said, absolutely refusing to do any chores for Moldywart.

'Then use these,' he said handing her a thing of Clorox, bleach and a thing of ammonia.

'You know, using those together could cause a very toxic gas to be created that will kill us all,' she said in a very "I-don't-give-a-fuck-but…" kind of voice.

'Alright fine,' Voldemort began, getting rather annoyed at this point, 'How about I just have a little fun with you until tonight.'

'Not that I'm not absolutely thrilled by the idea, but no thanks. Any way, what's happening tonight? You make it sound like you death-eaters are going to all get together, jack off, and rape me. And no matter how fun that honestly sounds, I have better things to do, like sticking pins in my eyes to see how much I'll bleed,' she said, with a very large amount of sarcasm.

Voldemort chuckled. 'Though I'm sure no one would refuse the chance to watch you bleed, you'll be serving dinner tonight to all the death-eaters right before a big meeting. And now you will either come with me or you can start cutting up fruit for the fruit salad tonight.'

'Sorry, but no. I'm allergic to many types of fruit, and unless you want me to have an allergic reaction, you'll give me a different task.'

'Look you little mud-blood bitch, you'll do as you're told this instant or you will be sorry.'

'Oh I'm so scared, what are you going to do?'

He reached forward and grabbed her breast with one hand and her butt with the other. Before she can do anything, his tongue is searching every corner of her mouth. She couldn't move, and she began shaking in fear as the hand that was moments ago clutching her breast slid around her and ripped off the slightly damp towel.

Finally, she managed to elbow him in the stomach. Voldemort yelled in anguish and winced in pain as Hermione fell backwards onto the ground

'You'll pay for that mud-blood!' he shouted in anger. He rushed forward and grabbed her wrist tightly, bending it back, causing her to scream in pain.

'Stop! Stop! Please stop!' she cried. Her arm was red and turning purple, it was about to break.

'Beg you filthy worthless mud-blood bitch!' he yelled.

Draco had to turn away. He had watched other girls be tortured and raped. He himself had joined in, but he couldn't stand to see Hermione in pain. Or in another man's arms for that matter. Truth be told he had fancied her while they were in school

'Please stop! Please! Just let go of me!' she screamed, tears flowing down her face. She was shaking all over. She was scared out of her wits, so much so that everything around her looked fuzzy and warped.

"Hmph…' he huffed. Voldemort tossed her to the ground. 'I'll leave you for now, but I will take you later, and then I won't be merciful like this time.'

Hermione would have spat back with one of her spicy comebacks, like "oh this is merciful," but she was too afraid and in too much pain. She could take pain like the Cruciatus, which felt like being stabbed with millions of hot knives, but she wasn't physically being stabbed. She could take mental pain or strain. But her body itself was weak.

Voldemort had really managed to shake her. He had almost broken her arm.

She began sobbing, and thought I'm weak. I'm so weak. Why am I so weak?! Gryffindors are brave. Harry was brave. Harry and Ron were brave. Why am I such a coward? I'm just like Draco… Draco's a coward, afraid of his own feelings, not me… not me…

'Draco find a task for her or use her if you wish. Or someone else will use her before you have the chance to, meaning everyone tonight. I have business to attend to. You may go.' The Dark Lord said with a wave hand and strode out.

Draco started walking towards the door. Not hearing foot steps behind him he turned around; only to see Hermione huddled up in a fetal position shaking on the floor.

Draco walked over to Hermione slowly; he leaned down to hold her.

'Hermione' He whispered.

'Don't touch me.' She shrieked

She moved out of his grasp.

'Hermione listen, if I had done anything it would only be worse for you. I'm not your protector; and the world you're living in a crap one for you. I don't want to hurt you but there is nothing I can do. They'd just kill me, and then use you, I wouldn't be here to help.'

Hermione laughed, a bitter cold laugh. 'Help? Help? What can you do to help? You're a coward afraid of his feeling. A man who serves his amazing master, but doesn't want to. Outside of your safe circle of death eaters you are alone and helpless. You have always been that way. You had Crab and Goyle, or your big bad buddy the Dark Lord. What do you have? You live pretending to love torture, to be a sick, twisted, perverse, warped, disgusting, sadist. How can you help me if you can't even help yourself?' She cried harshly. 'You make me sick, you repulsive freak.'

Draco looked away. Hermione grabbed his wand. Pointing it towards her wrist she did a few quick healing spells. She handed it back to him. 'Have you seen mine, someone took it?' She was referring to her wand.

Draco handed it to her. 'Strictly speaking I'm only to give it to you for research.'

'Thank you.' It was plain and simple, but it was the nicest thing either one of them had said to each other all day.

Draco looked away. 'Go back to our room, or go to the library. Just stay there until tonight.' He gave her a small smile. He was thinking God I don't understand that girl. She yells at me, insults me, and than thanks me?!

She got up and with a nod walked out of the room.

It wasn't until she was in the library reading that she realized he had called her Hermione.

(A/N) it's rele rele rele long, 2250 words...I want reviews...my grandma remembers me...im not trying to be a drama queen, or complain, and i no i mention my grandma all the time, its just my life is falling apart and u r the only sorce of comfort i have :) :( sry if me talking bout my grandma bugs you...R&R!!! ur miserable friend the dyslexic bookworm --- sarah