Author's Note: Thankyou for the reviews, alerts and favourites, I really, really love them, so thankyou :) It must be noted that I would like this story to have Draco/Hermione at some point, but it is not guaranteed as I have a bigger plot that is starting to show itself from the next chapter onwards. Albeit, Draco/Hermione is one of my favourite pairings, so you never know!
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Hermione awoke the next morning, in sheer pain from lying on her back and as she tugged at her bonds, she realised she was tied to the bed.
"Morning," drawled a cold voice from the corner of the room. Hermione looked in the direction of the voice to find Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall. "Still in pain?"
"Yes, Master," Hermione nodded, remembering last night's events. "I'm so sorry Master, about my questions, please let me make it up to you, i'll do anything..." Draco held up his hand to stop her babbling.
"I have some important news for you," Hermione listened intently. "I am going away for a couple of days. You will be left with my wife and your Mistress, Pansy. I am taking Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise with me, but there will always be the household staff and bodyguards to help Pansy out should she need any assistance with you, so no playing up. I really hope seeing us again hasn't stopped you being submissive. Whilst we are fair, we are not pushovers and should you fail to follow our rules you will be punished just as painfully as you were in your prison.
"Now, i'm going to untie you and the maid will be in shortly to change the blood stained sheets, wash your back and soothe your wounds so they don't get infected. Breakfast will be served for you straight after that," hurriedly, Draco cast a spell to untie her and left the room, leaving Hermione a few moments to walk around her new room and gaze out of the windows.
The first thing Hermione noticed was a baby blue horse and carriage on the gravel in front of the manor. Getting out of it was a beautiful brunette, who Hermione noticed at a second glance was her Mistress, Pansy, and walking onto the gravel was her Master, Draco, who briefly kissed Pansy before stepping into the carriage and making his way out of the grounds.
Hermione noticed Pansy and her two maids walk forward to come into the house, but out of the corner of her eye, Hermione spotted a folder of important looking papers in the left maid's arms. Straining her neck, she tried to see further, but was stopped when a maid walked into her room.
"I've run you a bath, Miss," Hermione nodded and allowed the maid to spend the next hour grooming and taking care of her wounds. Soon, she found herself on the floor eating out of the same day bowl as the day before, her Mistress chatting away to her kitchen staff.
Hermione had a better chance to take note of the kitchen this time. It had baby pink stripy wallpaper, classy white wood cabinets, a wood floor and a very long table at which Pansy was sitting at one of the heads of; Hermione had to admit it was beautiful beyond belief.
"Slave!" shouted Pansy, and Hermione turned around to face her, "I saw your library work. It was very well cleaned and you may use it in your spare time." Hermione's face lit up out of happiness and Pansy curtly looked down at the newspaper in front of her, giving it a few seconds before speaking again.
"Do you know what the world is like, slave?"
"No, Mistress," said Hermione meekly.
"We can take a trip out later, but as you have probably guessed, Voldemort does run the Wizarding World as he won the war five years ago. The Minister for Magic is Severus Snape, you remember him, right? And Draco is his deputy, so he has to go away on business sometimes. Hogwarts is reserved only for purebloods and half bloods, but class C muggleborns are permitted to work there – out of the goodness of the Headmasters' heart."
"Who is the Headmaster, Mistress?"
"My father in law, Lucius Malfoy," said Pansy, and looked up at Hermione's gasp of shock.
"Mistress?"
"Mhm?"
"...class C?"
"Oh, right. Muggleborns are rated on their importance and their temperament. Class C means they are of little or no importance and it's very unlikely they will cause a fuss. Submissive types. Class B means they have some importance and can be risky – the wrong thing can set them off so be wary with them. Class A means they are highly important, feisty and will do anything to create a problem. These muggleborns are kept in prisons. Classes B and C are allowed to live with their Masters, though B is watched carefully and can be upgraded to Class A."
"What class am I, Mistress?"
"A," said Pansy, as if it was obvious – during the war, Hermione was a very key figure on the opposing side, but now, she was nothing more than her old enemies' slave.