Chapter 6: Detachment
Hermione awoke the next morning, her head pounding. She held her head in her hands feeling her wet cheeks. She remembered her dreams. They were filled with her promises. Promises she had made and had yet kept. What if she never fulfilled those promises?
Then she started to remember last night. The house elf woke her up and dressed her before sending her on her way out to meet him. She had slept for two days. She remembered how delicious the food was. How Malfoy had stared at her the entire time, as if he was trying to find something familiar in her, as if he knew she knew something. Then she remembered the firewhiskey. Lots of firewhiskey. Too much, in fact.
She remembered going to the sitting room and staring at the fire, how Malfoy kept asking her questions. She remembered how easily lies slid off her tongue. The way the amber liquid burned her throat all the way down.
She remembered him kissing her. Gentle kisses on her neck as if they were lovers. The way he massaged her head. She remembered Malfoy making her drink the last half of her glass, nearly choking her. Then she didn't want to remember anymore.
Hermione tried to push away the memories, but they flooded in against her own will.
He kissed her while he slid her down the couch. She could smell the whiskey on his breath. She could feel his warm hands sliding up her thighs to take off her underwear. She remembered everything.
She remembered not putting up a fight. She remembered not struggling or fighting against the man who was raping her.
Hermione instantly felt disgusted.
How could she let him do that to her? What was she thinking?
But that was it, I wasn't thinking, at all, she thought.
She needed a shower.
Hermione got out of her bed, her head still pounding, and turned the water on. She sat in the bathtub for hours, scrubbing her skin raw. She didn't want an ounce of Malfoy on her skin. It needed to be washed away and cleansed. But even after scrubbing herself that long, she still felt disgusted.
No matter how hard she tried not to think about him, it always came flooding into her mind. Filling her with grotesque thoughts of tiny machines tearing up her body from inside out because she knew he had come inside of her. The thought of it made her sick.
Once Hermione finally decided to get out of the bathtub she dressed and paced around her room. All she could think about was Malfoy and the way he had treated her last night. She wanted to rip all his precious hair out and hit him and kick him and curse him until there was nothing left of the stupid Slytherin.
Suddenly a knock came from the door interrupting her thoughts. It was the house elf, as usual.
"Master is ready for dinner miss."
Malfoy was furious after throwing Velia in her room and slipping her the sleeping drought after making sure she was asleep. How could she push his buttons like that? Granger was one of the few things that irritated him lately. The mudblood had practically vanished off the face of the planet. He and his men had searched everywhere for her.
Draco sat down at his desk and scribbled a few notes. He was about to go on a mission for a few days for the Dark Lord, something about the giants being out of control again.
Bloody oafs, they're just as dumb as Hagrid.
It was with those thoughts that an owl flew in through his window and landed on his desk. There was a piece of parchment attached to his leg. The young man took the letter off the bird and gave him a treat before the owl swooped out of the room with two long strokes of his feathers.
Draco opened the letter and read it.
We have a lead on the mudblood.
BZ
That was all it said. Draco smirked. Finally, he thought as he finished up with his letter and wrote another explaining his new mission.
It turned out that there was a lead on a group of mudblood resistance. If anyone were smart, yet dumb enough to start a resistance, it would be the mudblood. But not just any mudblood, it had to be Granger.
Draco was actually getting excited about seeing his old school nemesis. She had beaten him in everything in those days. This time would be different.
He was so excited that he couldn't decide which torture he would put her through first when he caught her. Crucio? Physical harm? Taunting? That always got her at Hogwarts. He smirked. The Dark Lord would be very pleased when he brought him the mudblood.
With one last look in the mirror Draco apparated to Blaise's, ready to take on the mudblood.
When he got there, he was greeted like a king. Everyone was excited and jittery as they spoke about their new lead. Once Blaise informed him about the mission Draco took charge, like he always did and ordered them into groups outside of the resistence's camp. They would surprise the hell out of Granger.
He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he caught her.
Finding the girl had been his mission since Potter was defeated. They had discarded the Weasel quickly enough, but there had been no trace of Granger since then and Voldemort was getting impatient. She was his last real threat. No one else had dared defy him, and if they had, he took them out with a flick of his wand.
Once he was done administering his orders, their masks tightly covering their faces, they all departed with a loud crack.
The camp was in a loud uproar the moment they all appeared. People were screaming, children were being hurried into tents by their mothers, and spells were flying everywhere. He had told everyone to be wary of all the women and not kill them until he made sure none of them were Granger.
It took several hours to secure the camp then line up the women. He took them one by one trying to find her. Shouting spells to reveal their true selves, but none of them were her. She wasn't there.
Draco saw red.
He shouted curse after curse killing nearly everyone in the camp before Blaise managed to calm him down a bit.
It had been his last hope. He just knew he'd find her this time. But when the night ended he was empty-handed.
Draco shouted orders to the rest of the group to take the prisoners to the Dark Lord and apparated home a day earlier than he expected.
He needed something to take his anger out on. His thoughts immediately turned to his new servant, but she would be useless to him because of the sleeping drought, so instead he went to his in-home gym.
It was inanely muggle, but he didn't care. It helped control his anger and build muscle, which had come in handy during the war.
Draco immediately went to his kick-boxing bag and worked it over until his muscles ached for a breather. He eventually complied and soaked in the bath for hours. Once he got out, he called for his house elf to bring him a calming potion. He downed the potion and immediately felt the effects.
After calming down for a while Draco felt the emptiness of his stomach and ordered a meal to his study. He stayed there all night leisurely reading until the sun came up. He called for his house elf again and ordered breakfast. After eating he went to sleep for several hours and awoke fresh and angry. Feeling his anger build up he called for another bottle of calming potion and proceeded about his day, waiting for his servant to awake.
Around five o'clock, he could stand it no longer. He wanted her awake and to be entertained. Draco called once more for a house elf and ordered it to wake the servant girl up so that he could dine with her.
Draco put his cool demeanor on and prepared himself for the dinner. He thought a little release would do him well.
Draco relished in his memories the next morning. She had looked extraordinarily beautiful that night. It had been very hard to resist her for as long as he did, but when he took her in his arms and kissed her neck all the weight on his shoulders released and he drove into her.
It had felt like the first time again, he couldn't control himself. He would have to work on that.
Draco knew she'd be furious today. That's while he left her alone for a few hours to calm down.
Not too calm, I do like them feisty.
Around noon he called for a house elf to order food and ask about his new servant.
"Miss has been in the bath for hours." She squeaked. He snickered upon hearing this and told the elf to prepare lunch and his servant for him.
As he sat in his usual chair in the dining room waiting for Velia he felt his excitement stir for today's new challenge.
What insults will she throw at me today?
He didn't have to wait long as the girl in question came marching into the room. She looked more than angry.
"Why you disgusting perverted cockroach! How dare you! I've never in my entire life been so humiliated! So disgusted! If you ever touch me like that again I swear I'll—"
"You'll what?" Draco interrupted her and stood from his chair so he could tower over her. His trademark smirk was plastered to his face. "Don't forget that you're mine. I can do whatever I want with you." With that said he pushed her against the table and fondled her body, just to make his point clear.
Hermione struggled against his grip as he violated her body once more. She wished she had her wand more than anything right now. She'd stupefy him into the next century for man-handling her.
Stupefy! She thought hardly over and over in her head.
An invisible force pushed the man back by a few feet, it didn't do much damage, but it allowed Hermione to escape from her spot. Draco seemed a bit taken back by the magic, this slowed him a few seconds before he realized what she had done.
Once he comprehended she used wandless magic, impressive wandless magic, he became instantly mad. She was not allowed to use any magic at all. It was a rule that would not be broken under his watch.
Draco dashed after the girl easily catching her and tackling her to the ground. She squealed and struggled to get out of his grip, but, like before, he was not letting her go.
"Listen here halfblood, you are not allowed to practice any kind of magic while you're owned by the Malfoy family. If I catch you doing it again you'll be in a lot more pain than I'm about to put you in."
With those words said, Malfoy took his wand and shoved it against her temple and shouted "STUPEFY!"
Everything was dark.
"Enervate."
When Hermione opened her eyes she couldn't see anything. The room was pitch black. She tried to lift her hands to feel around, but they were bound to wall by chains.
Hermione's heart stopped for a split second before going into overdrive. She was in the torture chamber. She had heard of it at Hogwarts. The notorious Malfoy dundeons. This was not good.
Draco watched her struggle against her bindings. He had temporarily put a blinding spell on her so she couldn't see what he was doing. This was one of his favorite games, where he was in complete control.
"Scream for me halfblood. Crucio!"
Hermione's body immediately burst into pain as if a thousand of tiny needles poked in and out of her skin and felt as if they were dipped in a blazing fire. She screamed. It had been a long time since she last felt that curse, back before Voldemort had won the war.
Draco lifted the curse after hearing her scream. The girl's body went limp. "Now fight it! Crucio!"
Again, pain like no other filled Hermione's body. Ripples of intense pain shot through her whole body. It was as if her skin was ripping off her body.
She screamed.
"Fight it!" Draco yelled letting the curse off again. He waited for her to catch her breath. "If you can perform a half scaled stupefy, then surely you can fight off a crucio enough not to scream. Crucio!"
"Protego!" She screamed milliseconds before his curse.
Hermione still felt the pain of the crucio. She still felt the knives in her body that were ripping her apart. She still felt her skin on fire, her bones cracking. Hermione still screamed.
The pain was more intense than the last time. Her vision began to blur, but just as she was about to pass out, the pain stopped.
An evil laugh echoed through the room.
"You won't be getting out of your punishment that easily. Do you see what happens when you use magic? You pay the consequences. I'll leave you to think about what you've done for awhile. "
Footsteps echoed across the room and a door was opened.
"Fuck you, ferret!" Hermione whispered her voice too hoarse to yell.
"What did you say?" Hermione heard footstep run back to her the moments the words slipped from her mouth.
"I said. Fuck. You."
Draco slapped her across the face. Hermione's head whipped around and hit her head against the cement wall. She hissed in pain feeling the blood trickle down her face.
"After that! What did you say after that!"
Fuck! Hermione thought.
"Fathead. Fuck you, fathead."
Draco studied her. He was certain she had said something else, perhaps, he misheard. He slapped the other side of her head for good measure and walked away again. "I don't have a fathead."
The door slammed loudly, echoing in the dark room. Hermione heard a faint click and knew he was gone for good this time.
"Ahh!" Hermione screamed as much as her vocal cords would let her as she jerked her chains around as hard as she could. The chains echoed through the dungeon making her ears ring. "I HATE YOU!"
She stopped moving, feeling much better after throwing a fit.
Then, she cried. She cried for her friends, for her family. For everyone she had lost to the war. She cried for herself. For all her hardwork in school that added up to nothing. She cried for her future. But mostly, she cried for her broken promises.
Hours passed.
Hermione's stomach grumbled. Her mouth was dry. Her body ached from the curse and from being chained against the wall for so long. How long would he leave her chained up like some sort of animal?
She felt detached.
It was in these hours that Hermione lost herself. Her mind shut off from the torture and she became how she was treated, like an animal. She would be obedient. She would do as he commanded without fuss from now on. It was the only way she could survive her service to Malfoy. The only way she could uphold her promise for late. She couldn't be an emotional mess if she was to save the world. For now, she needed time to think and create a plan.
Until she found a way out of her hell, she would be just as cold and emotionless as the wall she was bound to.
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