Chapter 3

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lirael61: Yes! I'm glad you understood. Sometime, somehow, our little Draco will learn to love…

AD-DM: Thank you so much for the support! I really hope you enjoy this chapter!

~DM~

Previously…

"It would be unwise of you to be uncooperative. Now, come with me," the centaur said sternly.

"How about…no?" The centaur's eyes narrowed. He whistled, and on command, two brown muscular centaurs appeared. They seized the struggling pureblood as well as Hermione. Strangely enough, Hermione didn't seem to care about…well, anything at the moment. Her eyes were hazy and her head was gently swaying.

The last thing Malfoy remembered was being brought under a roof and being placed on the softest matress…

~DM~

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. She felt well-rested, refreshed, and happy. She stretched in her fluffy little bed. Spotting her nemesis, she greeted him with a, "Good morning, Draco," and sleepily fell back into a peaceful slumber.

The pacing teenager was in too much distress to hear the sleepy girl and her nonsense. How do we get home? Will we be stuck here forever? Is it possible to escape? If so, how? What will they do to us if we get caught? Suddenly, Draco stopped and smacked his head as if emptying it of rotten ideas. Woah, nobody said anything about a "we" or an "us". Just me. ME. That's the way it's always been and it's the way it's gonna be. Nodding to himself approvingly, he glanced over at the heap of girl. He scowled. Filthy no-good mudblood. I don't need to wait for her to wake up. That could take months. Glaring at her, muttered, "I'm getting out of here."

He shoved his hand into his pocket and snatched his wand- wait a minute. Where. The. Hell. Is. My. Wand. Frantically stuffing his hands in every place possible (okay, not there. Dirty minded people…). He ran to the single window in the small hut.

He recently learned from experience that the window was blocked by an invisible barrier that electrocuted you if you got too close. Malfoy shivered when he remember how he flung himself through the window (unsuccessfully). He just laid there like a slug for a few minutes with his hair standing on end. He thanked Merlin his father couldn't see him then. A centaur guard pounded the hut wall with his staff-like spear as if warning the blonde to be quiet. As he slowly recovered from being baked alive, he noticed that his shoulder didn't hurt anymore. There wasn't even the slightest clue of there ever being a wound. Carelessly, he shrugged it off.

Desperate for his wand, Malfoy banged his fist against the wall that was next to window.

"GIVE ME BACK MY WAND, YOU LOWLIVES!" he yelled, causing Hermione to stir. She lazily opened her eyes, watching the lunatic yell his head off.

"Draco, are you aware that these walls are soundproof?"

Ignoring the girl, Malfoy continued to pound the walls. His voice bounced against the walls, doing no good for anybody. Hermione silently brought her hands to her ears to stifle the noise. Malfoy glanced at her and she gave him a sickly-sweet smile. Alright, that's it. Something's up with her. She's never smiled at me. Ever.

He walked over to her, and her eyes followed him as she continued to smile. He squatted down to come to eye-level with her. He squinted his eyes and inspected her face.

For one thing, her eyes were hazy, like they were blocked by clouds. Her cheeks had a hint of rosiness to them, but Malfoy dismissed this as usual. She always had rosy cheeks. Her smile was too sweet to look at, almost artificial. It would occasionally twitched, like it was stuck in this position. Almost like there was someone on the other side, fighting to take over her body again…Malfoy shook his head. That was too creepy, even though he had seen much worse.

He concluded that Hermione wasn't herself, and he needed to find a way out of here. Somehow, he had to get the centaurs' attention.

Looking around, he sighed, finally defeated. The only way he could and has gotten their attention was by something he wasn't itching to do again. Unenthusiastically, he grumbled over to the protected window. He took a few steps back as looked at it like it was a red flag and he was a bull. Suddenly, he launched himself at the dangerous barrier. In an instant, his whole body felt like it had been fried as he fell to the floor. The pain shot up and down his entire body. He groaned as he rolled around like he was trying to rub the electricity off of him onto the ground.

Suddenly, he heard a "zzz" then two seconds he heard another "zzz", and he froze in his place.

"Man, you stupid," exclaimed a voice, sounding almost amused.

"Eh?" was all that could come out of Malfoy's mouth.

"I never seen a human launch itself not once, but twice at that window."

"How…how many its have you kept in here?"

"Why does it concern you?" a second voice asked suspiciously. This voice was richer and more proper than the first.

"It doesn't," Malfoy grumbled obediently, painfully propping himself up with his elbows. Standing in front of him were two centaurs. One had dreadlocks that sprung like little springs around his head. He was grinning, look back and forth between Hermione and Malfoy. The other stood a little straighter. He had silky, straight, pure black hair that moved by a soft breeze. He look cross with the blonde human lying on the floor.

"I don't advise you interact with this window again, unless what you desire is pain. We can give you plenty of that without the windows help." The silky-haired centaur said slowly but clearly as he stroked his staff. They both turned to leave, but Malfoy shouted after them.

"Wait!" Malfoy jumped to his feet.

"What is it? Haven't you wasted enough of my time?"

"Yeah, dude! Why can't you just chill?"

"I…" Malfoy stumbled with his words, but he remembered who he was, and straightened up. "I demand my wand back."

"Excuse me. You will not be demanding anything for as long as you are here."

"And how long will that be?" asked Malfoy, nervous at how they might respond.

"Well, that all depends on you, doesn't it?" asked the silky-haired centaur as he raised an eyebrow teasingly. At this reply, 'dreadlocks' burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Good one, Brock!" and he chuckled his way out of the hut. The magical window's barrier turned off, and the window stretched enough that they could easily walk through it. Then it closed behind their tails.

Malfoy sat there, stunned. What do they mean, "that all depends on you"? What am I supposed to do? This is crap. He looked around the room for answers, and his eyes once again landed on the slumbering girl. Granger would know. She's good at thinking. He walked over to her, snuggling warm under a fuzzy blanket. Hey, I never got a blanket! Merlin, I hate this place. He grabbed her shoulders, and shook her hard. Her head flopped lazily, and he let go. Her eyes fluttered open, but right away they softly closed. Malfoy huffed in frustration. The one time I actually want her to talk, and she won't frickin' wake up!

"GRANGER!" he shouted in her ear. Hermione rolled over on her side in attempt to escape. You know what, I've tried to be nice. Now, I have no mercy. Grinning wickedly, Malfoy grabbed the fluffy blanket and yanked it all the way across the room. Hermione gasped from the sudden coldness, then began to…giggling? I'm so done with this place.

Butch peeked childishly through the window, and quickly look away. Brock couldn't hold his curiosity any longer.

"Butch, what…what are they doing?" he asked, trying to ask in the most dignified way.

"Naw, nothin'"

"Well…well what's taking them so long?"

"She sleeping, just sleeping. Oh, wait! She's awake. She…is she laughing? I can't tell if she's laughing or crying."

"For goodness sake, Butch! Why on Mars would she be crying?" Brock asked as he shoved Butch out of the way. Snooping wasn't something he would normally do, but…it was his assignment. "I'm, I'm pretty sure she's laughing. Wait, she stopped. No! Don't go back to bed! Wake up!"

"Dear lord," muttered Brock. "Why can't they just hit it off and have our job be done?" Butch continued to yell at the window. "Fine, I'm bringing out the big guns. They won't stand a chance."

"What was that, Brock?" asked Butch, turning his head from the window.

"Follow me, Butch."

The two walked through the forest and approached a building. It was the only structure that was not made of vines, and few were allowed to enter. The walls were made of faded red brick and had zero windows. Inside, are 3 panels covered in buttons and switches. Electricity was said to be from the dark side of the moon, meaning it was forbidden, although, not completely. Turning off the mystical gases was important for occasions such as this, making it acceptable at this time.

Brock and Butch approached the brick building. Once they were at the door, Brock pushed Butch back and lowered his head to the doorknob. His horn clicked into the door lock and the metal door swung open. Brock approached the glowing set of buttons, examining each one. He pressed several, causing Butch to cover his mouth in excitement. As the finale, Brock pulled the giant, red switch which was labelled. It read: CAUTION! TURNS OFF X GASES!

Draco sat beside Hermione, deep in thought. Of course, usually he wouldn't be this close to her, but her mattress was loads more comfortable than his own. And anyways, she wasn't her usual jabbering self, so she wasn't much to his annoyance.

She's like my pet. She doesn't do much, and does whatever I ask. He rubbed his hands together in glee. "Granger, hit your head against the wall."

Hermione stiffened, stood, and walked over to the wall, expressionless. Her eyes were the same as when they got here, clouded and grey. She banged her head against the walls of the room continuously. She did not seemed shaken from the pain, and remained expressionless.

"Hey fish-eyes, stop," he demanded, smirking to himself. He was proud of himself for discovering this new feature of the girl.

Wait a minute! I have the power to make a teenage girl do anything I want…but this isn't a regular teenage girl, this is Granger. Buck-toothed – well, she actually fixed that – butt kissing, know-it-all Granger. His mind was racing, and he stared at Hermione, who was currently standing in front of the wall. She is the opposite of my ideal girl, and she knows it. …So then she would know that if I did do that, she would know that I have absolutely no interest in her, even though I did that thing…I am so intelligent. At that moment, Hermione's eyes turned back to their chocolate brown. Sometimes, I just blow myself away. Fine, I've convinced myself. I've always wondered what was under those grandmother sweaters.

"Granger, take off your shirt!" he demanded. Hermione slowly turned to face him. Unaware of the disturbed girl, he repeated.

"Granger, I demand you to come here and take off your shirt!" he said again. He looked up at her expectantly. She cautiously began to walk towards the sitting teenage boy. She motioned him to stand up, and he willingly obeyed, barely able to contain his excitement. She suddenly raised her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.

Malfoy fell due to the impact and groaned, rolling on the floor like a child. He covered his red cheek with his hand as he was curled up in a ball.

"What kind of absurd demand is that? I can't believe after all this time! ... And making me bang my head against the wall? Are you thick?" yelled Hermione.

Malfoy composed himself and stood, towering over Hermione. Hermione didn't seemed fazed, in fact, the fire in her eyes blared.

"Let's just get one thing straight: I am not attracted to you, so don't go off thinking that I am. And I mean, I had total control over you, what hormonal teenager wouldn't do something like that in that situation?" he added defensively.

"Really? That's your argument? I can just name a few non-perverts. Harry, for one, Ron-"

Malfoy cut her off. "Well, of course Potty doesn't feel the need to do that with you! He sees it every night! And Weasel is as gay as a-"

"Are you implying that I'm sleeping with Harry?" Hermione asked, shocked.

"Not implying, sweetheart, stating it," Malfoy said, now lounging on the mattress.

"I – ugh, don't call me that. And Ron, how in Merlin's beard would you think that Ron is gay? Didn't you see just last night how..." Hermione's eyes swelled with tears. She knew if she dared say anything more, they would fall.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Malfoy asked, amused by his victory over the argument. Hermione shot him a tear filled glare, and he shut his mouth.

"…Well, don't expect me to comfort you," he added, his back facing her as he sat at the end of the bed.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to ask," she said dryly.

Out of the blue, Hermione's yellow shirt and jeans turned into a big fluffy bunny suit. The hood of the suit sprouted 2 long ears that somehow stood upright.

"Wha-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" In an instant, Malfoy was rolling on the floor in laughter. As soon as he almost controlled himself, he would take a glimpse at her and would burst out laughing again. "HAHAHA! I MEAN (gasp) YOU EVEN HAVE A LITTLE BUNNY TAIL!" and off he went again. Hermione did not find this amusing at all. She stood scowling at the laughing blonde, crossing her arms and tapping her foot (paw).

In a burst of glitter, Hermione's horrendous bunny suit turned into a sleeveless silver medieval gown. The entire dress fell in cascading ruffles. Her hair was placed into a delicate bun. Many curly chestnut strands fell to the side, framing her face. Malfoy froze in his place, looking her up and down. His jaw dropped, but Hermione didn't seem to notice. Groaning, Hermione tugged at the torso of the gown.

"Ugh, am I wearing a corset? Merlin, it's uncomfortable!"

"Do you want me to take it off for you?" asked Draco, smirking at her. She shot him a deathly glare, daring him to say another word.

"Why is this happening?" Hermione whined desperately to nobody in particular.

"Don't ask me!"

"I wasn't."

"Crazy woman, talking to herself…" Malfoy muttered quietly, still eyeing Hermione.

At that little comment, Hermione moodily put her hands on her hips, which was actually great timing. At that moment, Hermione's gorgeous gown transformed into a sexy lingerie. It was a deep red with a sinking heart-line. There was a sticking pattern in the stomach area, and attached to it all was a thong. Hermione shrieked at her exposed body and attempted to cover her legs with her hands. Malfoy was acting like it was Christmas morning. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he wondered why in Dumbledore's butt would Hermione not show this off. Her body was, spectacular, and all those years she had been hiding it under grandmother sweaters!

"MALFOY, YOU'DE BETTER TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE OR I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL BITCH SLAP YOUR ASS SO HARD-"

"WAIT A MOMENT! You're going to 'slap my ass'? I feel like would be the opposite of a punish-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" she screamed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her body securely. Both teenagers sighed, one out of relief and one out of disappointment.

Hermione plopped down next to Malfoy with a safe distance between them.

"Any clue on what's going on here?" asked Hermione hopefully.

"Not one," huffed Malfoy.

Hermione let out a long sigh and leaned her back against the wall. There was a big silence.

"This probably wasn't an accident. Someone's making this happen and they know it," declared Hermione. "But who?"

Malfoy turned his head to hers, and shook his head.

"I cannot concentrate knowing that you're wearing lingerie under there." He motioned to the blanket. Hermione heaved another long sigh.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. My other clothes just disappeared into thin air!"

Another long silence.

"As long as you're wearing that, things are going to be awkward, aren't they?" Malfoy asked pleasantly.

"Oh, there's no question about it."

~DM~

Author's Note: Okay, so I know that Malfoy seems like a disgusting jerk, but I really had fun writing this chapter. Please know if you liked it also by commenting!

I don't know if I should continue pasting in links to the outfits Hermione's wears. I know some people like to imagine those things themselves. Should I leave a link, or just describe the outfit?

I think it's pretty obvious who is controlling Hermione's outfits, but why? What's the motive? Hmmmmm…

If some people want me to add in another outfit to the chapter, please let me know and I will write it in.