A/N – This story might be lacking in reviews, but I don't have the heart to just leave it. I still believe it has the chance to become something great and wonderful! So if you're reading, please read more before you give up on it! I must give a slight warning of the future darkness of this fic starting from this chapter. It's dark. There's a reason for the rating. Please review, but most of all ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I hardly own Harry Potter and company and I doubt I ever will.
Draco Malfoy stepped out of the grand fireplace in the Malfoy Manner with Hermione still out cold in his arms. He took her to one of the many spare bedrooms next to his own private room. He looked over her curiously as he put her under the blankets, taking off her shoes, and making sure she was comfortable. He was still staring at her, admiring her beauty and listening to her drunk unconscious mutterings when he heard tapping on the wall behind him.
"Draco," asked Professor Snape. Ever since Draco's father had been put in Azkaban and then give the dementor's kiss, Professor Snape had been like a father to Draco. Snape put his trust in Draco, believing him to be the next powerful dark lord.
"Yes?" Draco turned around and tried to block Snape's view of the room, but it was no use.
"Granger?" one of Snape's eyebrows went up and he smirked.
Draco shrugged, "why not."
Snape laughed coldly, "She is quiet good-looking Draco. But if I might give you a word of caution. Hermione Granger is a witch of great influence. We might have use of her in making you the next Dark Lord. Be careful with her," and with that Snape left with Draco looking after him curiously.
Why was Granger important to his success? Draco turned back around to the mudblood who seemed to be waking.
"What? Where am I?" Hermione yawned and stretched. Her head was pounding. She opened her eyes and met face to face with Draco.
"Oh shit," Hermione's face paled and she jumped up instantly.
Draco smirked, "Scared, Granger?"
"Of you? Never!" Hermione spat.
"Well maybe you should be," he said as he walked right up to her and pushed her slightly against the bed.
Hermione kept her eyes locked on his and pushed his chest with her hands, "I demand you take me back at once!"
Draco actually laughed at her words, "That's what I get for a thank-you? Tsk tsk, I thought you had better manners."
Hermione spat in face, "I don't waste manners on scum like you!"
Draco's whole face darkened and grabbed her roughly by the arms, "Now listen here, mudblood. I've saved your fine ass twice now, I believe you're in my debt."
Hermione squealed and was truly frightened. It took a moment for Draco's grip on her arms to loosen.
"You'll stay at Malfoy Manner until school starts. We'll figure out how you can repay me until then," said Draco and he left. He slammed the door behind him and Hermione rushed to it but found it locked.
"This is just great," Hermione muttered. She collapsed back on the very comfortable bed. Her head was still pounding. I'm never going dancing again…thought Hermione as she heard a small knock on the door. It opened and in came an old stern looking woman.
"Master Malfoy wanted me to inform you that you are to eat dinner with him in half an hour. I am to escort you to your new room where you will have everything provided for your stay," and with that she turned around and left. Hermione jumped up and ran after her, still with no shoes on!
The new room for Hermione was right next to Draco's suite. Not only that, but the only way into her room was to go through his. Once she was in the room, the old woman left and shut the door. Once again, the door was locked. Hermione sighed and looked around. The room was nice. The colors silver and black cascaded everything. And she did have a window.
She walked over to the desk in the room and saw on a piece of parchment.
"There are many robes and dresses in the closets, you may thank me at dinner. –Draco"
Hermione dropped the note immediately and rushed over to the closet and opened it. There were dozens of gorgeous dresses. She couldn't find one that was less than semi-formal. She picked the less formal and put it on. It was a plain dark green sun dress that went to her knees and framed her body nicely.
Great, I feel like I'm a dress up doll for Malfoy thought Hermione as she brushed her hair quickly before she heard a knock on the door. It was Draco.
"You better be ready, I'm starved," He said simply, not even acknowledging how pretty she looked.
They walked to the dining hall in silence. Hermione walked behind Draco, but her eyes went everywhere. Malfoy Manner was gorgeous.
Draco smirked, "Like what you see, Granger?"
"Too bad such beauty belongs to such a monster," said Hermione in response.
Draco turned around and almost slapped her, but said darkly instead, "You'll see how much of a monster, I really am."
Hermione gulped and he turned around and opened the door to the dining hall. He pulled out the chair for her, like a true gentleman. They feasted upon quail and pumpkin juice and many other delicacies. Draco asked the butler for a bottle of wine.
"To celebrate our new quest," said Draco with amusement.
Hermione blushed and looked down at her plate. The butler returned with a dark red wine and poured two small golden goblets.
Draco raised his goblet to Hermione and sipped it slowly.
Hermione was slightly afraid of drinking alcohol again, but she sipped anyone and found she loved the taste.
"Careful, Granger. It wouldn't do to get drunk twice in two nights," Draco smirked.
Hermione put her goblet down instantly. She didn't know what to say.
"Thank you," she thought that might be appropriate.
"Don't thank me yet, Granger. You've yet to realize the position you've put yourself in," Draco replied.
"I don't understand you Malfoy! You saved me from Dean, and yet you're being completely awful! What's wrong with you?" Hermione shouted at him.
Draco stood up, knocking his chair over. "Me! You're the one with unpure blood, Granger! There's nothing wrong with me!"
"With such unpure blood, I still make your blood hot!" Hermione pointed out smirking.
"That's enough, mudblood! You don't want to make me angry," Draco warned.
"Oh, I want nothing else," said Hermione darkly, "You're loathsome, Draco! You're the most awful jerk I've ever met! I'd rather be screwing Dean right now then sharing this dinner with you!"
She had said too much Draco rushed over to her and pulled her out of her chair, "I'll make you wish you never said that!"
"I'm not afraid of you, Malfoy"
"You should be. Who's going to save you? You can't even save yourself! Your enemy has to save you!" He laughed bitterly and Hermione's face blushed.
"Screw you!" she shouted and grabbed her goblet still half filled with the dark red wine. She splashed it on his face and it got all over him, staining his clothes.
Draco growled, "you'll pay for that!"
He dragged her up to his room and threw her in and slammed the door behind him. She lay on the floor at his feet. She felt her courage leave her.
"Any regrets, Granger?" Draco asked.
"Yeah. I regret you being born," Hermione spat quietly. But Draco heard her nonetheless. He picked her up and shoved her roughly against a wall.
"Why won't learn?" Draco hissed, "I don't want to hurt you. But you have to learn submission to me! Do you understand?"
Hermione looked past him and refused to answer. He shook her roughly, leaving bruises on her arms.
"Answer me!" Draco shouted and shoved his lips on hers. She bit him sharply and released her with a shout of pain. He slapped her quickly and she fell instantly to the ground with hot tears running over her now bruised face.
Draco whispered softly, "I told you I didn't want to hurt you."
"How could I expect less from a servant of Voldemort?" Hermione said through her tears.
"Servant?" Draco snarled, "Hermione, you have no idea who you're dealing with. I'm no mere servant. I'm Voldemort's heir. When I take his place, I'm going to be the most powerful dark lord in history."
Hermione scoffed, "In your dreams, Malfoy."
He picked her up and shoved her on his bed, "Granger, rule number one in Malfoy Manner. My dreams always come true."
Hermione looked truly afraid. At that moment, however, a knock came at the door. Draco cursed and went to it.
"What?" He snarled to the butler.
"Sorry Master, but The Dark Lord is here. He wishes your presence at once."
Draco's face twisted in confusion.
"Tell him I'll be down momentarily. I have something I need to quickly take care of," Draco ordered and slammed the door shut.
He approached Hermione who had slid to the edge of the bed and roughly grabbed her and pulled her up to his level.
"You are to tell no one, what I've told you. Do you understand?" Draco asked severely.
Hermione just smiled.
Draco continued darkly, "Wipe that smile off your face, mudblood. You'll either listen to me, or I'll have your friend Ginny Weasley killed. Or worse, I'll make her my personal slave."
Hermione's face whitened. He wouldn't.
"Don't test me, Granger," Draco growled.
Granger whimpered in response and kissed her gruffly, "Good girl."
He threw her into her room and slammed the door.
What had Hermione gotten into now?
A/N – Well, when I said "Dark" Glory. I really meant the dark part. And Draco really stays dark in this fic. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I know it matured a lot compared to the others, but this is how I wanted the story to be like to begin with. Please review and above all else, enjoy! Moni Jane