Author's Note: Thankyou for all the alerts, favourites and the review ^___^ Here is the second chapter, feedback is always welcome :)

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"Breakfast," whispered the maid that had ventured into her room this morning. "Bottom floor, third door on the right."

Hermione got quickly dressed and went down to breakfast, amaking to sit down with Draco, Pansy and their guest...before Draco stopped her.

"No, slave," he held out his hand to stop her sitting down. "You eat there," he motioned to the dog bowl in the corner of the room. The male guest with Draco and Pansy smirked and looked coyly down at his bacon and eggs. Draco stood up and led Hermione down to the bowl, which he promptly filled with the tin that was next to it. Hermione proceeded to eat from the bowl, simply glad to be eating properly at last, even if it wasn't appealing and the situation was completely humiliating.

"When's the next meeting?" the male guest asked.

"Tonight, 9pm in the parlour."

"Many coming?"

"The usual number," Draco looked around and saw Hermione watching them intently, he walked up and backhanded her for listening in on their conversations. "Pansy, take the mudblood to her duties." Pansy nodded and indicated for Hermione to follow her, to which Hermione stood up but Pansy shook her head. Soon gathering she was expected to crawl along on all fours, Hermione got down into the humiliating position and followed after her as Draco and his guest snickered.

"Now," started Pansy as she led her down the hall, "I want you to clean the library. I know your love of books and if it is cleaned sufficiently you may use it when you have any spare time." Hermione's face lit up at this little ray of hope. "There we are, all the products you'll need are on the table. I shall come to collect you in precisely two hours – do not leave this room or attempt an escape."

About an hour into her cleaning routine, Hermione heard voices outside.

"He's coming tonight, they all are. We host most of our meetings here, you know that. Anyway, I want to see how the mudblood is getting on."

"Can I?" he asked.

"Sure," she sighed.

"Hermione, this is Blaise Zabini. Do you remember him? I think he remembers you," she smirked at him.

"Yes, Mistress. Hello...Sir," despite not knowing him well, it was still very odd to be calling him such a formal title.

"He's here quite a bit, so if does order you around, don't be surprised. Now I see you're doing okay but you have a long way to go."

"Mistress?" asked Hermione, bravely.

"Mhm?" she eyed her suspiciously.

"What's happening tonight? What meeting is it?"

"How dare you listen in! You're just a filthy mudblood!" Pansy was clearly outraged. "It is NOT your place to question us or anything we do!" Pansy fled the room, grabbing Blaise by his arm and pulling him out, locking the door firmly behind her; Hermione noticed this new distrust.

An hour passed, and Pansy didn't come back for her. Another two hours; nothing. By this time, Hermione had finished cleaning the place spotless and was too afraid to touch and read the books without permission, so she knelt in the corner waiting for her Mistress to come back.

Several hours passed before she heard footsteps outside of the library door, it was being opened, but not by her Mistress, by her Master. Draco stepped in, but he was holding a bullwhip and he had two heavy men behind him who Hermione guessed were his old friends Crabbe and Goyle. Draco stood in the doorway as the two men walked over, grabbed Hermione by the arms and forced her to bend over the library table.

"You asked my wife inappropriate questions. You should have known you would be punished, slave. Be a good girl and keep quiet." Draco raised his bullwhip and smashed it down onto Hermione's back – she let out a blood curdling scream, to which Draco whipped her again. "I told you not to scream! Silencio."

Inside, Hermione was screaming and screaming, but no voice came out, the men holding her down merely laughed at her pathetic attempts to struggle as Draco continued to whip her now bleeding back. After twenty, he whipped her one last time, but on her thighs, causing her to pass out from the pain. Draco just laughed and carried her back to her room, tying her to the bed.