Of Snakes and Bloods
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.
WARNING: It gets pretty :blush: at the end! .''
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Chapter Two: Desire
Hermione almost choked. "R-Ron's what?!"
Penelope took a glance behind her and looked at the other slaves; some of the males were chuckling and looking over Hermione's bare body. She gave an angry glare and they swiftly looked away. "Well, after what happened to you and Harry two years ago, Ron didn't know what to do with himself so he started helping half-bloods kidnap Muggle-borns. In fact, Ron is the one who took me."
"You're lying! Ron would never do that!" Hermione cleaned the blood from her mouth. The water was freezing but she didn't care. She was used to it after living in the slave trader's place for two years.
Penelope sighed. "I wish I was, Mione. You'll see your proof tonight." She handed a rag to her friend who began to clean herself.
Hermione looked down. If Ron had become a slave trader, or worse a slave owner as well, what happened to everyone else she knew?
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After about an hour, a loud thumping came from upstairs. The slaves watched the door atop the stairs open and a young, male slave almost fall down the steps. "Get her or Master Draco will take it out on you!" a strict, female voice shouted.
The slave panicked, quickly found Hermione, and ran to her. "Miss Granger, Master Draco demands you right now!" he shakily said.
Penelope finished tying Hermione's robe and Hermione answered, "Alright. I'm going." She looked up the stairs to see a woman, maybe a few years older than her, slam the door. "Who is the attitude?" she asked, giving a disgusted look.
The young slave answered, "Rinoa, last name unknown."
Penelope huffed. "She is head slave, boss of the rest of us. Defy her and she'll go straight to Master Lucius."
Hermione huffed as well. "Sounds like me and her will not be getting along very well." She turned to Penelope. "Thanks. I'll see you later."
She passed through the slaves and made her way up the stairs and out of the large basement.
The older woman, Rinoa, was standing before her, arms crossed, foot tapping. Hermione gave her a dull look. "Can I help you?"
Rinoa grabbed her arm forcefully and started pulling her to the living room. "Hey! Hey! Who do you think you are?! Let go of me, you wench!" Hermione protested.
Rinoa sat Hermione on the couch forcefully. "Hey! You can't handle me like that!" she shouted.
"Shut your mouth, Mudblood!" Rinoa shouted back, slapping her.
"Don't touch me, you bitch!" Hermione readied for another slap, planning on grabbing her hand when it came at her.
When the older woman swung her hand, a slender male hand grabbed hold of her wrist. It was Draco; the look on his face told them that he wasn't happy.
"Rinoa, you know better than to hit the slaves, especially this one." Draco bent the woman's wrist back and threw her on the floor. "If you ever touch her again, you'll lose more than your job."
Rinoa's eyes sank as she bowed. "Yes, Master Draco." She stood up and left the room.
Hermione watched Draco run a hand through his hair, pulling at the blonde roots before sitting down on the couch. "My guests should be here soon. Get your ass off the couch and when they arrive keep your fucking mouth shut." The way he talked to her made her grind her teeth but she did as she was told. She watched his eyes trail over her. He gave a low chuckle. "That green looks good even on a Mudblood."
A male slave entered the room and bowed. "Sir, your guests are here."
"Send them in," he told him.
"Yes, sir." Hermione watched the male leave the room and then, a mere minute later, five tall Purebloods entered the room.
She felt like she was going to vomit, not only because of all the stuck up, rich Purebloods, but also because Ron was among the group.
"Evening, gentlemen," Draco greeted them, not getting off the couch.
Blaise Zabini looked over Hermione and gave a smirk. "Granger? Is that the slave your parents bought you?"
"Yeah. She's not fully broken in yet but she's worth every penny. Show my guest your seal, love." His eyes narrowed when hers widened.
Hermione hesitantly untied her robe and pulled the material from her chest, revealing the two seals in between her breast. One tall, brown haired male walked towards her and ran one finger along the slave seal and then over the Malfoy seal. Hermione held back the urge to punch him but knew she'd suffer if she did. Five Purebloods are much worse than one Draco when it came to torture.
Ron smirked devilishly; he obviously didn't care for Muggle-borns anymore, especially her. "Have you popped her yet?" he asked.
Hermione's invisible jaw dropped. How dare he say something like that!
Draco stood up and walked over to a desk and started to pour whiskey into six glasses. "I would never bed a Mudblood. I can't see how you can."
Theodore Nott gave a laugh. "Come on, Malfoy! Lighten up! These Mudbloods are amazing in bed!"
Draco brought a glass of whiskey to his lips and took a sip. "You, my friends, are sick." He watched Hermione pull her robe back onto her body and tie it, a look of nausea on her face.
The five men walked to where Draco stood and took up their glasses.
"Well, let's toast to Draco for his birthday." Ron held his glass up.
The others copied him. "Happy birthday, good friend!" Blaise cheered.
The males toasted and all drank down their whiskey.
Hermione stood there watching the men and drink and drink.
A few hours later, the men sat around the room talking amongst themselves. Hermione stood by herself beside the fireplace watching the men; Draco had not told her she could leave.
Ron approached her, his walking a little off. "Hey, Hermione, how have you been?" he slurred. She tried to move away from his, his breath had the strong smell of a nauseating whiskey. "I haven't seen you in so long."
"Please leave me alone," she said, trying to escape to the spot beside her master.
"Since you're not with Harry anymore, how about we borrow a room and have some fun?" He pressed his drunken body against her, making her more uncomfortable than she already was.
She tried more to push him off but failed, he was much stronger than her. "P-please get off."
"Let's go, love. I've missed you." His hand slowly eased up her thigh.
"Ron, this isn't right. Stop," she whimpered. She hated being around drunk men.
Draco wasn't as drunk as the rest of his friends, and he was watching everything that was happening by the fire. He sat up from his chair and looked at the two. "Hey! Not her, Ron. I'll let you have a different slave."
"Come on, Malfoy," Theodore chuckled, "Let him have fun."
Before anyone could say more, Hermione slapped Ron hard. Her eyes were widen, she hadn't mean to do it but it happened and she couldn't take it back.
Blaise jumped from the couch. "Nasty Mudblood! Don't take that, Weasley."
And he didn't, and because of what happens, Hermione could truly see how much Ron had changed. He grabbed a fire poker, as he was recovering from the slap, and swung it at her. She hit the ground, a large gash in her cheek.
"Filthy-disgusting-fucking-Mudblood!" With every word, he brought the fire poke down onto her, repeating the beating over and over.
"Mast Malfoy! P-please help me!" she whimpered, holding her arms over her body to block his blows. "Master Malfoy!"
Draco say in his spot watching the beating, his friends laughing behind him. He let it go on for about five minutes before standing up. "Weasley, that's enough."
Knowing Ron wasn't going to stop, Draco walked to the red haired male, grabbed his shoulder, and pushed him back into the floor, taking the fire poker from him. He looked to the other four men. "Get his drunk ass out of here."
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm, pulled her to her feet, and took her to her attic room and threw her on the floor.
"How dare you hit a superior!" he shouted.
She sat up, blood coming from her mouth, cheek, and other various places on her body. "I wasn't going to let him have his way with me! He's not Ron anymore! He's just a sick bastard like the rest of you Purebloods!" she shouted back, already crying from the pain in her body.
"I wasn't going to let him! No one is allowed to rape my slaves!" Draco stepped closer and slammed the sharp object in his hand into the wooden planks right next to her. "Why would they have sex with you Mudbloods? Those morons."
He knelt down to her, his hand still on the fire poker, and looked her in the eyes. Her chestnut brown eyes were once full of life, love, and happiness. Now they were nothing but dark empty pools of light brown.
He stood up and removed the fire poker from the floor. "Clearwater will bring you dinner in an hour." She watched him walk out of the room.
She weakly got off the floor and sat on the small cot to stare out the circular window. She could see the sun disappearing behind a group of large mountains in the distance. She gave a soft sigh and laid back on the cot. Her fingers trailed along the cuts and forming bruises on her body.
What happened to Ron? What was he like that?
She let one word slip passes her lips. "Harry…"
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The sun had finally gone down and Hermione didn't manage to fall asleep.
There was a light knock on the door before it slowly opened. Penelope and the young male slave entered the room. Penelope was holding a tray of food and the male was holding a bowl of water and a small box.
"Oh, Mione, you look horrible." Penelope looked so sad. She walked to the cot and sat down the tray. "Master Draco said that you are hurt but I didn't think it was this bad."
Hermione took the rag that was floating in the bowl of water and began to clean her wounds. She cringed as the cold water slid down her body. "I see. Well, let's get these bandaged up." She watched the young man open the box he set on the floor, pulling out some bandages. "Young man, what's your name?"
"Henry, Miss Granger." He bowed his head but brought it back up when Hermione gave a soft giggle.
"Don't be so formal, Henry. My name is Hermione." She gave him a soft pat on his head. Henry smiled too and nodded. "Alright, Hermione." He handed a roll of bandage tape to her.
'At least I have my new friends,' Hermione said in her mind.
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It was late, around midnight to be exact, and Penelope and Henry had left Hermione's room long before. Hermione was now laying her bed, staring at the ceiling. "Some first day…gawd, I hate my life," she whispered. "Maybe, I'll go sleep with Penelope and Henry for tonight."
She rolled off of the cot and made her way out of the attic. She walked along with large, dark hallway, trying to find her way.
She heard a soft groaning noise as she walked and with every step she took, it seemed to get louder. There was an open door coming up on her left and Hermione had every intention to pass it without looking in but as she was passing it, her eyes trailed in.
Her eyes widened with the scene she saw.
Rinoa and Draco were tangled in very passionate love making. They were on a small bundle of blankets on the floor. Draco was hovering over her, pounding against her. Sweat was dripping from both their bodies but Hermione attention was more focused on Draco. His tightly build abs were moving with every thrust, his sweat soaked his face and hair giving him a very interesting, drenched look.
Hermione could feel her face heating up. Sure, she had seen love making before, I mean, she has done her fair share, but what she had seen before didn't match up to the beauty and exoticness that Draco had.
Though her face was burning red, her body suddenly turned cold. Draco was staring right at her. She had expected a look of anger and a mouthed threat but he didn't. Instead, he smirked, Hermione figuring out; he was enjoying being watched by someone that could never have him. She could hear his panting over Rinoa's moans and when he licked his lips sensually, she felt as if she was going to melt.
Finally, Hermione gained control of herself and ran, but not to her original destination but all the way back to her attic room.
She sat on her cot and tried to cool her burning face, which was disobeying its orders. "Bad, Mione! Bad, Mione!" she whispered to herself.
Her legs unconsciously rubbed her legs together, irritatedly. Her eyes widened when she realized she was extremely wet.
Chapter Two END!!
MWD- :blush: Oh dear! I really never planned on writing that last part in but I ending up doing it because it sounded interesting. :blush: O-okay. Chapter three coming soon!