Alright everyone! I've updated quickly! I hope you're happy with this chapter. I think it could be better, but I'm not sure how to accomplish that. So any constructive criticism is welcome! Also, do Draco and Hemrione seem unbelievable OOC? I mean, there's no way I can write the fic I want to write without changing them a bit but is it at least semi-believable? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thanks!

"Ouch…"

"Are you okay Miss Granger? You fell and hit your head! Must not have eaten much today, eh love?"

Hermione's head was throbbing. She wondered for a moment why she was lying on the floor before it came flooding back to her. Her eyes shot open to reveal an older witch kneeling on the ground beside her and an uncomfortable Draco Malfoy standing off to the side.

"Right... I was feeling a bit light headed this morning." She mumbled, sitting up slowly.

"Well, here, have some chocolate and you'll be right as rain in no time! I'll give you a few more minutes but I really can't push the ceremony back longer than half an hour. So just relax until then." The witch said kindly, as she helped Hermione up and guided her to the chair that Malfoy had been sitting in. She closed the door behind her, leaving Hermione and Malfoy alone.

She stared at the floor, her cheeks red with the embarrassment of fainting in front of Malfoy. They sat in silence for a minute before he awkwardly cleared his throat.

"I didn't think you'd come." He said at last. She glanced over at him, but his face was void of emotion.

"What, would you have expected me to turn tail and flee the Wizarding world? I'm no coward, Malfoy. I'm not like you." She snapped.

"I thought for sure that your precious Order would want to keep Potter's best friend out of the hands of Death Eaters, but apparently I over estimated your importance to them." He snapped. They glared at each other for a moment before he sighed.

"I was sure that you wouldn't show up. If I'd have known you were going to come then I wouldn't have shown up myself." He said wearily.

"You knew you were getting me? Oh, but I suppose your bloody father pulled all sorts of strings to get you into this stupid program so you could torture Mudbloods like me. Probably me specifically." She said scathingly.

"I don't doubt that he pulled strings to get me paired up with you, Granger, but I'm in the program the same way you are. You aren't the only one who had a time turner in school." She looked shocked for a brief moment before glaring at him again but he continued to stare at the wall.

"I really wish you had the sense to not to show up today. But I supposed it's your Gryffindor stupidity. I don't particularly want to be married to you, Mudblood."

"Yes, well I've never wanted to marry a bloody Death Eater, Malfoy. But it's a bit late for that now, isn't it? It doesn't matter, though, I don't expect I'll live long anyway." She said bitterly, her eyes filling up with tears. He glanced at her and surprised flashed across his face before he regained control.

"Planning on killing yourself, then? I don't know why, you get the good part of this deal. You get to marry me."

"Oh, so you're not going to kill me then Malfoy? I supposed you couldn't get information from a dead person though. So I guess it's going to be rape and torture from here on out. You'll never get anything from me though, I've made sure of that." She hissed, angry with herself for feeling relieved when he implied he wasn't going to kill her.

"Now listen to me, Granger; I'm a bastard, but I'm not a fucking monster. I don't make habit of hurting women and if I want them to sleep with me, they're more than happy to oblige. I don't need to fucking force myself upon them. And don't flatter yourself, I don't want to fuck you anymore than I want to fuck Fudge." He spat, his voice rising and his breath becoming ragged. He was leaning down over her, gripping the arms on her chair.

Hermione was surprised by his outburst and a little frightened, though she tried hard to keep a straight face. She was pressed flat against the back of the chair and he was still hovering over her.

'Well the asshole seems almost sincere... Maybe he means it.'

Hermione thought hopefully, before chastising herself; she couldn't believe that Malfoy wasn't going to take advantage of a situation so clearly in his favor.

Malfoy hadn't moved yet but the look on his face had changed, not looking angry anymore but still looking intense. He opened his mouth to say something when the door open and the older witch walked back into the room.

"Alright then dearies, time for the ceremony! Come on then, no time to waste!" She said cheerfully. Malfoy quickly straightened up, but his eyes did not leave her face. This time she could not keep the fear off of her face as she realized that she would only be Hermione Granger for a few more minutes.

She stood up and walked slowly towards the door, barely registering Malfoy's hand at the small of her back guiding her out of the room.

When asked about the ceremony, Hermione could only remember bits and pieces, almost as if she had been a spectator instead of a participant at her own wedding. She remembered walking in with Malfoy, hearing Ron's cry of outrage and Ginny's choked sob. She remembered Harry looking as though he regret letting her come.

She remembered wondering for a moment why his father was not watching the ceremony when he was in the building at the moment.

She remembered hearing Malfoy say his vows, the way he paused before the line "til death do us part", and the way he gripped her hands firmly enough that it was not obvious that they were shaking violently but loosely so she could take her hands away if she desired.

She remembered the chill that went up her spine as he slipped the Ministry-provided ring onto her left hand.

She remembered how he looked almost remorseful as he leaned down to kiss her, giving her a brief, chaste peck on the lips. When she thought back later that night, the only thing the struck her as out of character was when after the ceremony, he pushed her in the direction of her friends and told her to say good-bye.

"Tell them you'll be gone for two weeks, but you can write to them if you wish." He said quietly. She nodded faintly, not really hearing him. She took two steps before she finally processed his words. Slowly she turned around.

"W-Where are we going?" She asked, her voice shaking with repressed emotion.

"On our honeymoon. Italy, a small Wizarding village near Tuscany. Now hurry up. We must leave soon." He said, his words devoid of any emotion. He continued to stare into the fire instead of making eye contact with her. She walked over to her family.

Harry and Ron reached her at the same time and put their arms around her tightly. They mumbled into her hair about plans for escape and other outlandish ideas. She pulled herself from their arms and turned to the rest.

"He said we'll be in Italy for the next two weeks. On our honeymoon. We'll be near Tuscany. I'll write as often as I can, and maybe I'll be able to visit when we get back." Her voice was still shaky, and her eyes were flat.

"He said he was surprised that I came. He expected me to flee. He doesn't want this either, at least."

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had tears running down their faces, but Hermione did not see them. All she could see was her old life, her old family, being ripped away from her.

"If he touches you, Hermione, or hurts you or anything, you better call me. I mean it, Hermione; don't try to be a hero. I don't want you hurt. One floo call, and we'll get you out. I promise." Harry said, gripping her arms.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be alright. I love you all. Thank you for everything. I'll never forget you guys."

A single tear ran down her face as she turned and walked back to Malfoy. He looked across the room at Harry, and nodded briefly before taking Hermione's arm, throwing some powder into the fire and pulling her close as he stepped into the green flames.

She stepped out of the fire into a lavishly decorated apartment that could not have been part of the Malfoy Manner. The furnishings were modern and masculine; the apartment was obviously owned by a single Wizard. As soon as both of his feet were on the floor, Malfoy let go of her and disappeared around a corner.

Hermione stood there, unsure of what to do. She thought about exploring but decided that she just wasn't up to it. She sat down at the small round table that sat in the middle of the kitchen and rested her head on her arms. Her lack of sleep, food and the emotional rollercoaster she had been on all day quickly caught up to her and she felt her eyes grow heavy.

Normally she would have been vigilant about staying alert in enemy territory, but couldn't bring herself to care that day. She had signed away her freedom that morning. She was married to a man who would surely laugh at her pain, and revel in her misery.

The fight had left Hermione's body, and she drifted off into a fitful sleep, filled with images of her wedding and the horrors she imagined her marriage would bring.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she abruptly sat up. Malfoy dropped his hand back to his side and stared at her for a second before sitting in the chair opposite hers.

"I was planning on leaving for Italy later tonight, but if you're too tired then we can stay here and set out in the morning. There isn't much food here so we'll have to go out."

"How would we be getting there?"

"Apparition. Since it's such a far destination it does take quite a bit of energy, so if you are too tired then we'll spend the night here. " He said, talking in circles. She could tell that he had something else to say that he was not going to enjoy.

"Well if I eat something before we leave I'll be fine."

"Alright… how much, exactly, do you know about Wizarding marriages and what they entail?" He asked evenly, staring pointedly at the napkin holder on the table.

"Just what the letter stated. Marriage laws have never interested me before." She said bitterly.

"So you know that the marriage isn't valid until it is consummated? And that when we signed the marriage license we signed a binding magical contract, agreeing to the terms of this law?"

"Yes, Malfoy. I have to sleep with you three fucking times a week. I know this, there's no need to remind me!" She snapped.

He glared up at her, for a moment before turning back to the napkin holder.

"Oh it's much more than that, Granger. I thought you of all people would read the bloody fine print. This law was designed to break your spirit and it looks up to the task. You basically signed away your life today." He stood and walked around the corner. He returned a few moments later with a roll of parchment in his hand, and he tossed it on the table in front of her.

"Read it. That's the terms you agreed to today. Maybe if you'd have read it ahead of time you would have had the fucking good sense not to show up!" He growled before stalking off again.

Hermione unrolled the scroll carefully and began to read.

"Must surrender all assets… Must submit to their Pureblood spouse… Will be subject to regular inspections and examinations…Must produce children… Inferior children produced may be euthanized or put into a Ministry group home…"

Inferior children produced may be euthanized. If the children that she was being forced to have weren't good enough for the Ministry they'd be killed or taken away. She stopped reading after that. She couldn't comprehend that the children she didn't know she wanted, and hadn't even conceived yet, were going to be taken away from her.

Malfoy walked back into the room and looked at her. She saw pity in his eyes for a brief moment before he looked away.

"If you're crying about the inferior children bit, then stop. You wouldn't have to worry about that. No child of mine could ever be considered inferior."

"Ahh, but the child would also be half mine, and since I'm obviously a lesser human than you, it could be!" she snapped. He hadn't sounded mocking but she was quickly losing control of her anger.

"I'm a Malfoy, and now so are you. You're actually lucky to married me. Even though you no longer have free will, you're above the rest of the muggleborns because you're a Malfoy now, too." He barely acknowledged her outburst.

"Oh you're right. Now I'm your slave! So what are you going to have me do first Master?" She yelled wildly, jumping up and knocking her chair over. He opened his mouth to speak but before the words came out she threw the napkin holder at him, narrowly missing his head.

He shot up and grabbed her, slamming her into the wall behind him and pinning her hands above her head.

"Listen up, Granger, because I'm only going to say this once. If you ever fucking try that again, we'll have a fucking problem. I don't hurt women but if you keep this shit up there will have to be fucking consequences. I have done nothing to you yet, so stop fucking screaming." Their bodies were pressed together, his breath washing over her face.

"Now we signed a binding magical contract today, and we're going to fucking stick to it: unless you want some horny old Ministry official coming to watch us have sex. Because that's what they mean when they say they'll send a chaperone. It'll be better for both of us if you just bloody well go along with it."

"There is no way you can win here, Granger. There is no fucking Dumbledore to let you off. If you don't like it, you go to Azkaban! If you want to go then I won't stop you, I'll write them right now and you can be in a cell tonight; but I sure as hell won't go through all of the rest of it first!"

Hermione whimpered as his grip her hands grew tightened to the point of pain, and he stepped back. She rubbed her wrists and glared at him, having no effect whatsoever.

"I won't let you fuck this up. As you can see, I'm not living in the Manor anymore. At the moment my father isn't going to go out on a limb to save my ass, so we're going to follow this law right from the start, or I'll have them send you to Azkaban today so you don't drag me down with you!"

"I know that you couldn't possibly comprehend this, but it's not exactly easy to just lay down and give up your freedom, Malfoy!" Hermione realized as she spoke that she had lost her nerve. Her words were bold, but her voice was broken. She hadn't accepted her fate so much as she realized her helplessness.

She quickly pushed past Malfoy into the rest of the apartment, searching for a room that she could be alone in.

She looked behind many closed doors before finding a rather large bathroom. She sank down onto the toilet seat and bawled her eyes out. She had thought she was brave enough to handle the situation but reality was quickly coming down around her.

All the brave things she had said to Ron and Harry and Ginny were lies; she wasn't ready for this. She sat in the bathroom for what felt like hours before she heard a knock on the door. She looked in the mirror and saw puffy red eyes and a runny nose but she opened the door anyway. His face held no sign of their earlier fight.

"There's food out here. If we want to leave tonight then you should eat now; if not, then you should still eat now. You'll need your energy either way."

"We'll still leave tonight. I'll eat quickly and then we can go." She said curtly, staring at the ground. He stood aside and motioned her ahead of him. She filed past him, still not making eye contact.

She sat in the same spot as before, and Malfoy handed her takeout plate of food. She ate as much as she could but it was still less than half of what he'd given her. She set down her fork and he stood. He grabbed a small package off of the counter and turned to her.

"Have you ever gone anywhere by side-along apparition before?"

"No, just by portkey and floo."

"This is a bit different from normal side-along apparition. It's much easier to splinch yourself, so you have to hold on tightly or you might end up in a different place than me." Malfoy extended his arm and she walked towards it. Before she could protest he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pressing her face into his chest, and turned on the spot.

She felt like she was being shoved through a tube that was much too small for her. The air left her lungs and she tried to breathe but felt like there was no air. Just as though she thought she would pass out, the sensation stopped. She was greedily gasping for air, and was on the verge of passing out but she knew she was standing on solid ground.

Malfoy's arm was holding her up and she could feel his nose touching her ear before her knees gave out. He half carried her through a door and to a chair, then pushed her head in between her legs. When she felt the clanging in her ears subside she sat up and felt his hand move.

"Better?"

"Yes… thanks." Hermione was completely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. She finally looked around the room she was in. She was in the kitchen of what she assumed was a villa, and it was gorgeous. Real wooden cabinets and furniture, beautiful cream walls and marble floors.

"We should have stayed. Apparating used up most of your energy." He said, with a tinge of irritation in his voice. Malfoy reached into his pocket and came out with the package, which he tapped with his wand to enlarge until it became a small trunk.

He reached in and withdrew a bottle of red liquid, which she thought was Pepper-Up potion. He conjured a glass and poured a few mouthfuls in before handing it to her. The peppery smell confirmed her guess.

"Drink, you'll need your strength." His voice had lost all emotion again. She had noticed that he did this whenever he didn't like what he was talking about.

Hermione began to sip the potion, wondering why she'd need her strength before it dawned on her and she choked on the potion. Consummation.

"T-Tonight?" She asked, eyes wide.

"It'll be easier in the dark than in the light, Granger, and we've only got 7 hours of darkness left; most of which I'd like to be sleeping. Unless you'd like to watch?" He said without any venom in his voice. She gulped down the rest of the potion quickly and before she could set the glass on the table he was filling it again, this time with a liquid that was almost like liquid gold.

"Firewhiskey." He said curtly, taking a rather large swig from the bottle himself. She tried to chug the whiskey but she gagged, so she sipped the rest of it. Thinking she needed courage more than energy to get through the rest of the night she held out her glass again, but this time he only half filled it.

"I don't sleep with drunk girls." He said. "Will this be your... first time?"

She shyly nodded and he closed his eyes, as if in prayer. "Well then we'll try to make this quick and painless then."

She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but the thoughts in her head were spinning around so fast that she couldn't hold onto any. She thought of every boy she'd ever liked and the different ways she had fantasized sleeping with them. The Hermione in her dreams was always nervously excited before her first time, a stomach full of butterflies. The real Hermione was sad and confused and scared.

She thought of Viktor Krum, how besotted they'd been while he was at Hogwarts. He never pressured her to sleep with him, but had liked to tell her about how wonderful it would be and how beautiful she was. She knew that he would have been a very considerate lover, had she ever chose to sleep with him.

Then her mind wandered towards thoughts of Ron, and she felt a pang of regret that they had missed their chance. She knew instinctively that had she ever slept with him it would have been a clumsy attempt, but that they would have laughed at the awkwardness as only best friends could. They would have been comfortable.

For the first time, she allowed herself to imagine what sleeping with Draco Malfoy would be like. If she had been asked yesterday what have sex with Malfoy would be like, she would have said he'd be brutal; only looking to satisfy himself at any cost. Today she wasn't so sure. He'd been, if not a gentleman, than at least as polite to her as she'd been to him. He didn't look like he was going to hurt her, at any rate.

"Come." He said, getting up from the table and walking back into the cottage. The Firewhiskey bottle was empty. She felt the tears that had been glistening in her eyes begin to fall down her cheeks. He stopped in front of what she assumed to be the bedroom and he turned to look at her. He stiffened at the sight of her tears.

"Please don't cry, Granger. I already feel like a fucking rapist as it is. This is a shitty situation, but we're stuck. I promise I won't hurt you." He said through gritted teeth. She nodded and followed him into the dimly room.

Malfoy slipped his robes off of his shoulders and let them fall to the floor. Hermione's blood ran cold as she realized that she was wearing jeans under her robes and she would have to take them off in front of Malfoy, but she began to undo her robes anyway.

They pooled around her feet and then her shaking hands went to her jeans. Malfoy glanced over as he stood in front of her in nothing but his boxers. He crossed the room and extinguished the only torch, leaving them in darkness but for the moonlight, and she felt a trickle of relief that he wouldn't be able to see her.

She slid her jeans and underwear off, and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge, uncomfortable with her nudity and unsure of what to do. He walked towards her, naked this time, with a small bottle in his hand.

"Lie back in the middle." He said quietly. She scooted back and put her head on a pillow while he grabbed another. "Lift your hips, this will make it more comfortable for you." As she followed his instructions he kneeled beside her shut legs and placed the over stuffed pillow beneath her bum.

"There's not much else we can do to make this bearable, Granger. We'll use lubricant but I'm… larger… than most men so there will be more discomfort than you might be expecting. Just tell me if I'm hurting you."

With that he moved in front of her and gently spread her thighs. He grabbed the bottle from the bedside table and poured some in his hand. She watched him coat his member in it and then she noticed his size.

'Apparently he was being fucking modest when he said larger.'

He held out the bottle to her, "Would you prefer to do this yourself?" and she nodded and took it with shaking hands. Her cheeks burned as she spread the slick substance onto her most private place in front of Malfoy. The room was too dark to see his face but she told herself that he was looking away.

She set the bottle back on the bedside table and took a deep breath.

"Ready?"

"Just do it." She whispered.

He leaned forward and positioned himself at her entrance, bracing himself on the bed to minimize physical contact. He took a deep breath and slowly began to push into her, barely an inch before he pulled out and started over.

Tears were running down her face again, but she tried not to make a sound. He wasn't hurting her physically but emotionally she'd never felt more violated.

He continued to inch into her for a few minutes before he met resistance, her hymen.

"This part will be less painful if we get it over with quickly." He panted, his head touching her shoulder. She could tell that he was working hard to restrain himself by the thin layer of sweat that covered his body. She nodded her acceptance, afraid to open her mouth.

He pulled all the way out over she before thrusting back in until she felt his pelvis press against hers. The sharp pain from her hymen tearing only lasted a minute, and she'd cried out in shock. Once it subsided she felt uncomfortably stretched, almost as if she was too full.

"Just get used to the size. It'll take a moment. Tell me when your ready." He said through gritted teeth. His head was still resting on her shoulder, his entire body rigid. Once most of the discomfort was gone she whispered, "Ready.", and he began to move again.

The hard part was over. There was no more pain as he gently thrust in and out of her but she kept her eyes squeezed shut. She felt like she had been lying there for hours before his movements became slightly jerky. She knew it was almost over.

He pushed himself all the way into her and shuddered as he came, pressing his face into her shoulder once again. He stayed inside her for a few moments as he collected his breath before pulling out and rolling to the edge of the bed. He sat for another long morning before reaching down and grabbing his robes from the floor.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight." He said as he stood. When he reached the doorway he paused for a long moment.

"I'm sorry."

He'd said it so quietly that she wasn't sure if she'd really heard it at all. He closed the door behind him and she once again dissolved into tears as she mourned the loss of her innocence. That last thing she remembered thinking was that her life could never possibly be the same.

Okay! So specific questions I have for you guys. How's the sex scene. I actually found that part really hard, because I didn't want to make it smutty or racy because Hermione is being forced to sleep with him. But I also didn't want to use really proper words because then I think it detracts from the story. So definitely let me know what you think!

So my boss is out of the office until April 27 so definitely expect another update before then, possibly even two! PLEASE REVIEEEEEW!