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This is NOT happening, her mind screamed. Her eyes rested on her mother, silently begging her to reasure her that this was just some horrible joke that Malfoy had just happened to be pulled into. Her mother had tears in her eyes and turned away from her daughter, hand over her mouth in horror. A sob escaped Hermione's lips and she sank down into the couch. Lucius glared and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet.

"Look, you filthy little mudblood," he hissed. "I do not have time for your antics. Get Ready!"

"Don't touch her!" Her mother yelled, moving forward but was met with Blaise's wand.

"I wouldn't if I were you," he growled. Lucius threw her forward towards the stairs.

"Get ready, Ms. Granger, or suffer consequences far greater than the ones you are about to face." Hermione stumbled up the stairs, crying silently.

"Death would be better than what I'm about to face," she whispered. Malfoy watched her, no emotion in his face.

"Think of this as a detour," he murmured, grey eyes piercing her chocolate brown ones. "A really bad detour."

Hermione stared around her room, choking down her own broken sobs. She had been placed in a large guest room which was pretty much empty except for the four-poster bed and desk. Her trunk sat like a tiny omen in the corner. Wiping her eyes, she sat by the window, legs pulled up under her chin as she continued to cry.

How could dad do this to me? she thought. How could he make a deal like that with his own daughter?

The door opened and a tall, blonde woman stepped in, robed in a deep blue dress. She closed the door behind her and eyed Hermione. She didn't seem hostile, only curious.

"So this is my daughter in law?" she said, standing in front of the girl. Hermione glared up at the woman.

"Go away!" she yelled. "You've ruined my life enough!!" The woman laughed.

"My dear child," Narcissa whispered, kneeling down so she was at eye level with the younger woman. "Do not think for one moment that I do not know what you are going through. I was too forcibly placed into this family without my opinion." Hermione scooted away from her.

"Please," she whispered. "Just leave me alone." Narcissa nodded and left the room, locking it behind her. Heading down the wide halls of the expansive Malfoy Manor, she entered the Library. She paused, seeing that it was already occupied.

Draco glanced at his mother then back to his father.

"Can we do this later?" he growled. Lucius glared at him but motioned him out nevertheless. Narcissa watched her son leave and then sat down at one of the desks. Lucius eyed her.

"What?" She leaned back in her chair.

"Our son is not pleased?" Lucius snorted.

"Right. He doesn't have a choice."

"They have a history, him and the girl."

"Well, he'll have to deal with that."

"She's still sixteen."

"You were fifteen."

"She's innocent, Lucius." The man frowned.

"What do you mean?" Narcissa raised an eyebrow.

"Must I spell it out for you?" Lucius immediately understood and shifted.

"Tell Draco."

"It won't make a difference. If anything, it will make it worse."

"Why?"

"You know how he is with women, Lucius!! He'll kill her the first night!"

"How do you know she's a virgin?" Narcissa laughed.

"I've seen enough womem pass through my son's door to know better. She's very much innocent. Poor girl, she doesn't know what men are capable of, nevertheless Draco. The boy...he has a lust that is not normal."

"He's seventeen."

"He's a Malfoy. That explains it. Wilfred!" A house elf popped into the room.

"Ma'am called?" it shrilled.

"Get my son. I must speak with him." The house elf bowed and popped away. A minute later, Draco walked in.

"Mother?" She eyed him apprehensively.

"How much do you know of this girl?" Draco's lip curled.

"Enough to make me puke. Why?"

"She's a virgin, Draco." Draco stared at her for a moment and a wicked smirk replaced his look of disgust.

"Is she?" Lucius glared at the young man.

"Draco, she will be-"

"My wife, yes yes I know!" Draco snapped at him. "That doesn't make it anyless different." Narcissa stood.

"Draco, you can't hurt her."

"I can if she belongs to me," he hissed. "Don't give me that bullshit, mother. Let me tend to my issues and stay out of it. The little mudblood is the cause of all this and I'll do what I can to make her realize that." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Narcissa glanced at her husband.

"This is all your fault," she whispered.

Hermione found herself in the courtyard of the mansion. They had let her out and she had found her way to a place where she could think. Sitting down by the fountain, she stared at her reflection.

"Look what you've gotten yourself into, Hermione," she whispered. "Look what you have to do...O God, help me..."

"Not even God could help you, Granger." Hermione spun around, standing quickly. Draco stepped forward out of the shadows, standing next to her. He glanced at her. "Besides, at least you found out today. I've known forever." She glared at him.

"Why don't you go jump off a tower, Malfoy," she snapped, turning to leave.

"Oh, are we missing Weasley. I know you and him had a thing going. Isn't that a shame. I'm the one separating you two. I really should jump off a tower." She whirled around and her hand came up. He caught it, smirking. "Struck a nerve, haven't I?" She yanked away and made to shove him but he grabbed her arm, spun her around and pulled her into him, her arms behind her back. She was now staring at the far yard as she felt his warm breath on her neck and ear. "You want to hear something interesting my mother told me earlier today. My mother told me that you were a virgin." Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "Is it true, Granger? You've never been...touched..." His hand was straying lower on her body. "I can't wait to take that away from you." She was shaking violently as he spun her around, yanking her roughly into his chest.

"Stay away from me, Malfoy," she whispered. He smirked.

"Want to keep yourself pure for our wedding night, Granger? Or do you want to do it right now?" She tried to get away from him, but he was almost 6'7" and she was only 5'5". His grip was much stronger than hers. He leaned closer, his lips to her ear. "Are you scared Granger? After all, I am the one whose going to be taking away the most sacred thing a girl holds." He heard her sob and he grinned.

"Draco Lucius!" He pulled away from her swifty, as if she had bitten him. Narcissa stood in the doorway, glaring at her son. Draco glanced at Hermione, who was holding herself and crying. He walked away from her, no longer interested. Narcissa came out and sat down beside Hermione. "Shhh," she whispered, stroking the girl's hair. "Don't pay attention to him. He doesn't want this as much as you don't."

"Then why are we doing this?" Hermione sobbed. Narcissa sighed.

"Because there isn't anything else we can do for you dear. I'm so sorry, child. I really am truly sorry for this."