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I must say this though, in this chapter there may be content you find disturbing. It is not meant to cause any harm to anyone, but if you feel you might take offence, please do not read as this story is rated Mature for a reason.

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Three days passed and Draco was not yet back from his business trip, but Pansy had kept Hermione very busy. From what Hermione could gather, Pansy wanted her as a companion for when Draco was away, she could imagine it got very lonely in this large manor.

"Hermione," called Pansy. Since Draco had been gone, she had gotten used to calling her by her name, and Hermione liked it; it made her feel special, like a real person. "Come here please."

Hermione walked to the corner of the living room where Pansy was sitting. She noticed handcuffs on the desk and automatically held out her hands.

"No, no. Just your right please. I'll be attaching you to me. Class A's are required to wear these should they go out. I thought we'd start small, we could take a trip the park. Fancy it?"

"Yes, Mistress," whispered Hermione. She was scared, she hadn't been out in five years. As soon as Pansy had finished locking the cuffs in place, she led the two of them out into the courtyard where a baby blue carriage was waiting for them.

Their day went wonderfully well, they had lunch in a café in the park and Hermione took in the surroundings. Wherever she went though, people seemed to stare at her, did they recognise her? Or was it the famous Pansy Malfoy they were after?

"Mistress," whispered Hermione when they were sat on a swinging bench in the park, being watched by a few children on the green. "Why are people staring at us?"

"The Malfoy name is prestigious, slave, and I am Pansy Malfoy. It was also reported in the Prophet recently about us owning you. People are naturally curious, children read about you at school, you know. Your group is known as the resisting side to change, though."

"Thankyou, Mistress."

"Alright, well we best be getting back, it's been a while."

"Hermione, please could you go to the medical room?" asked Pansy when they got back, only to receive a worried look from Hermione. "Well, go on then," her Mistress snapped, and Hermione quickly turned on her heel.

The Malfoy's medical room was a cold, cruel looking place; white tiled walls and floors, a stainless steel table/bed in the direct centre, and all the rest of the furniture was stainless steel too. There were no windows in the room either, so no chance of escape, not that this much crossed Hermione's mind. On entering the room, she saw Doctor Bentley. Hermione had only met the man once, when she'd first come to the Malfoy residence. Draco and Pansy had wanted to check she was healthy and mentally sound, and Doctor Bentley was very thorough in his examinations, almost too thorough for her liking. He was not kind and his bedside manner was certainly lacking.

"Lie down on the table," he spoke, a cold tone apparent in his voice. As Hermione went over to lie down, she heard footsteps in the corridor outside and soon found Pansy walking in and shutting the door; taking her place sitting in a chair a little across the room from Hermione. This gave a great deal of comfort to her, at least she wouldn't be alone in whatever they were going to do to her.

Suddenly, Dr Bentley began to use the restraints on the table to tie Hermione down; she lay very still whilst he was doing this, learning a very painful lesson from last time.

"Hermione," spoke Pansy, reassuringly, "You be a good girl for me, and after this is over i'll have a treat for you," she smiled, to which Hermione weakly smiled back, fear apparent in her eyes.

Doctor Bentley took a filled syringe from the side table and went under Hermione's skirt; next thing Hermione knew, all she could feel was a liquid slowly filling up inside of her, with the help of the Doctor's spell.

Ten minutes passed until the Doctor stopped performing the charm and allowed Pansy to take Hermione away.

"Mistress?" asked Hermione out in the corridor, "What was that, inside of me?"

"Nevermind,"said Pansy, waving away her question. Pansy then led Hermione down the stairs and into the cellar, where Hermione noticed two rows of cells. In the first, she noticed Harry and Ron.