Of Snakes and Bloods
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MWD- Here's chapter one! My fans really want this to turn into a fluffy Dramione fic and I think I will grant their wishes……but not until I finish with all the angst and violence. Heheh.
Disclaimer- Yeah…I don't own anything so if you sue me, you will get nothing.
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Chapter One: Captive
Draco opened the door to a room that looked like a study and a room in one. It was decorated in the colors, black, gray, and green, typical Malfoy and Slytherin colors.
"Sir, what are we doing?" she asked. Every time the word 'sir' spit out of her mouth, she felt her stomach more and more. It made her so sick.
Never, in her life, did she ever think she was ever going to call Draco 'sir'.
Draco knelt at the fire and, not looking away from the flames, pointed behind him to the bed. "Sit," he ordered.
Watching carefully, she sat down on the end of the bed; her hands were now shaking, still holding up the ripped pieces of her robe. She chose not to speak again. She didn't want to vomit out the word 'sir' this time.
Her eyes watched the dancing flames and didn't see Draco's fiddling with something inside the fire. She did, however, watch him stand up and approach her. She felt her blood getting hotter and hotter as he got closer.
"Release your robe," he whispered softly to her.
Her eyes widened. He was going to try to rape her! "No!" she shouted.
When he started getting closer, as to force her, she held up her arm to stop him. He used this to his advantage though, grabbing her arm and pushing her back, taking the other arm and pinning both above her head. As her body practically sank in the silk sheets, Draco shifted around, holding both her arms with one hand and pinning her legs down to keep her from kicking him.
"I will not have a sick, Pureblood, asshole have his way with me!" she shouted, though, even if someone hurt her pleas for help, no one, not even the other slaves, would help her.
The males face cringed in a disgusted manner. "You think I would bed a filthy Mudblood like you? I had something else in mind." He held up his left hand and Hermione could see a small, blue flame dancing upon the family ring he was wearing. "I told you once before, love, I don't plan on getting rid of you."
He brought the ring to his lips and blew out the flame. The brunette female could see the smoke coming off of it. She had a feeling she knew what he was going to do.
Her feeling was right. Draco ripped away the front of her robe, exposing her bare chest before him, and then quickly pressed the ring against her chest, right above her slave seal.
Hermione screamed and writhed in pain but he pressed the ring harder and harder against her. The burning feeling was boiling her blood and making her head spin. "Stop it! Please stop it! Please, Draco!"
The blonde's eyes widened and he jumped off of her. "How dare you!" As she was sitting up, he brought his hand forcefully across her cheek, knocking her back against the bed. "You have no permission to call me that you filthy, disgusting Mudblood!"
He watched her bury her face into the sheets on the bed, and he knew she was crying. He felt no sympathy for her as he grabbed her arm and threw her onto the floor, right beside the fire. He bent down and grabbed a good bunch of her hair and held her up, holding a fire poker right to her neck. "If you don't watch your tongue, I will kill you. Got it?!"
Her eyes slowly opened to look into his cold, gray ones. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and blood dripped from her lips as she sobbed, "Y-yes, Master M-Malfoy."
He released her, pushing her back onto the floor, and walked over to a large wardrobe. Opening it, he took one glance at her then opened one drawer.
She didn't watch him as she sat up, holding her burning cheek and trying to cover her chest with what little cloth she had left on the front of her robe.
Draco walked over to her and sat down a silk, emerald green robe in front of her. "Go down to the slave quarters in the basement and take a shower. I want you looking as best you can tonight."
"W-what's tonight?" She slightly cringed back, thinking he was going to hit her again.
He fixed his hair, which had become messy during his struggle with her. "Tonight I'm going to present you to my good friends. One must have the best slave, so don't screw anything up."
"Yes, Ma-Master Malfoy." She bowed her head and watched his shadow leave the room, slamming the door behind him. She heard another door slam not too far away.
Slowly, picking up the robe and standing up, she made her way out of the room and down to the basement where there were many other slaves, sitting around, doing things to keep themselves occupied while they were not on duty, or showering in the completely open for viewing showers.
The other slaves watched her walk into the room and proceed to the showers. She felt so uncomfortable since she didn't know anyone but a voice rose up that obviously knew her.
"Hermione!" a female voice shouted from across the room.
Hermione turned around to see a woman with long, curly hair rush towards her. She pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh gawd! I can't believe they got you too!"
Hermione hugged back. "Oh, Penelope! I thought you had been killed!"
Twenty-four year-old Penelope Clearwater gave a weak smile. "Nope. I was visiting Percy at the Ministry when a Half-blood came and kidnapped me. It was only a month after the Muggles were killed. I was at a slave trader's home for half a year and then passed around owners for a year before I landed here."
"I'm so glad there's someone here. I was scared I'd be alone in this place," Hermione was on the verge of tears again.
In Hermione's second year at Hogwarts, Penelope helped her get around the school with a mirror trying to dodge the basilisk but both ended up petrified but healed after Harry saved the day.
Penelope walked with Hermione to the open showers. "What happened to your face? It looks like someone beat you up."
She looked down. "Unfortunately, I've been bought as Draco Malfoy's personal slave."
The curly haired female brought her hand to her mouth. "That's horrible. Did he force himself on you?"
She shook her head. "Worse. He branded me." She pulled down her robe pieces to show the burned Malfoy seal.
"That's horrible!" Penelope turned on the shower water for her friend and took the green robe from her. "Here, get cleaned up."
Hermione stripped down, more comfortable to have a friend with her to talk to, and started to clean herself. "So, he's going to show my off to his friends tonight."
"Show you off to his friends?" Penelope was quite for a moment. "Mione, did you know Ron's one of his best friends now?"
Hermione froze. "W-what?"
Chapter One END!!
MWD: WTF?! Chapter two coming soon!