Chapter 7: Frozen
Months had gone by since Hermione became property of the Malfoy family and for months Hermione did as she was told. She didn't struggle. She wasn't disobedient. She didn't give Malfoy a piece of her mind like she so wanted to.
She was frozen in a state of detachment.
Hermione was back to a healthy weight. She ate three meals a day. Her muscles were strong from scrubbing the manor and sneaking into Malfoy's very muggle in-home gym. She knew she would need her strength when she finally escaped.
Hermione's birthday had come and gone with hardly a blink. Velia's birthday, however, was coming soon. In honor of Hagrid, Hermione had made Velia's birthday to be on December 6th.
It had been nearly six months since her capture. Not that she was counting. Draco had been gone for most of those six months doing his bidding for Voldemort. Hermione preferred it that way though. It left her time to clean the manor without interruption.
Draco kept himself locked up in his study for the most part of his days. Only coming out when he was hungry, needing a little bit of entertainment, or if he needed release.
It was Hermione's least favorite job. She had to scrub herself raw every time he sent for her to do the dirty. Of course, he had varied it up a bit. He would sometimes have her on the bed, sometimes on the couch, in the library, or even the study. When it wasn't either of those he would make her perform oral sex. She detested him.
Hermione was kept on a strict chore schedule, which she didn't mind at all. Cleaning was a good way for Hermione to vent and think about her plan.
So far her plan hadn't gotten very far. She had analyzed many different escape routes, but they were all flawed, which left little possibility of her actually escaping.
She needed a plan that was sure to work. Hermione had to be sure to escape the first time or he would make her pay. She shuddered to think what he would do to her if she was caught a second time.
Hermione was currently dusting the library. This was her favorite place to be. She would often find an interesting book and read as much of it as she could without Malfoy finding out. She would go back to the book every day, sometimes twice a day, until she finished the book.
It was one of the few things Hermione still enjoyed.
Draco was currently out doing the Dark Lord's bidding. The resistance was steadily growing stronger and more and more ranks were being pulled to control it. The blond knew that any day now he would find her. Surely, she was part of the resistance. She was a member of the Golden Trio, after all. Not to mention she was also Gryffindor and always fought for good.
Stupid mudblood, he thought.
Malfoy was starting to obsess over his mission. Every day that passed by his urge to find her grew. He researched her history more than once, tried to find her likes and dislikes, her hobbies, everything. He had to know everything about her to find her. Know thy enemy. It was what kept him going after her and abiding by the Dark Lord's rule.
Frankly, Draco was getting pretty sick of Voldemort. He was very needy. He needed these people killed and those locked up. He needed more for his army. He needed fear from his people. He needed the resistance to be slaughtered. He needed muggles to tortore. He needed food for his pet.
It disgusted him.
If it wasn't for his obsession to find the mudblood, he would have long ago gotten the hell out of dodge. But he had to find her.
At this point, Draco couldn't decide if he would immediately turn the girl over to the Dark Lord or keep her to himself. He had spent so much effort trying to find her that he felt it was his right to have her. At least for a little while.
Any anger that was drawn from his work was cast down to his kickboxing bag and his new servant, who, for months, had not been her fiery self.
She was just like the others. Fiesty at first, but then she lost it. Draco vaguely wondered if he was too hard on his servants. Then he scoffed. There was no such thing as being too hard on one's servants. It was why they were around: To serve him unconditionally.
But it still angered him to no end that she was no longer resistant. She never argued with him. She called him master without needing to be reprimanded. She even gave him head without so much as flinching.
He had tried to start fights with her. He tried to anger her. He pushed her around. He cursed her. He made her do sexual favors, which he knew she would hate. All of this led to nothing. No emotions. No screaming or fighting. She was completely dull.
The only upside to her change was the house. It had drastically changed. Draco never knew how much dirt and grime had covered his manner in the last months between servants. Most of the other girls hadn't done much cleaning. He had busied them with sex and other forms of sexual favors. That was what he bought them for. But when he bought Velia, there was something different there. She had fire in her. He liked that very much, but now she seemed to have lost the blaze in her eyes. He hadn't really had much time to use her as he did the others with all his missions for the Dark Lord and the resistance rising.
She's been very lucky, he thought.
Normally, he would have discarded his servant by now, especially with her attitude, but something made him keep her around. Besides, he knew he wouldn't have time to find another servant and his nights were awful lonely.
December 6th was here. It wasn't anything too special, besides his servant's birthday. Today he would give her a special treat. Then he would throw a get together and make her serve his company. It was a fair enough birthday for what he had planned for her before his party were to commence.
Draco stood from his seat and stretched out his limbs. They were dull from sitting for so long. He needed a little refresher.
Thinking of his plans he called for her, ready to start the day. He hoped this would finally break her from her frozen act she had on for the last several months.
The weather outside was dark and gloomy. There had been a constant cloud cover over the manner, bringing with it cold rain. It never got cold enough to freeze, but it was still chilly enough to keep him inside the house on his days off.
Hermione was in the attic cleaning the large circular window when he called for her. Her wrist burned with his need so she immediately thought of him to relieve the pain. She wondered what he wanted today.
Sex in the study or on the bed?
The girl found herself in the study, a trademark smirk plastered on her master's face.
He had been trying especially hard lately to make her emotional. She wondered what he could have possibly planned for today.
"Happy Birthday. It's time to commence the party." Draco then grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room.
Hermione found herself in the bathroom with Malfoy. He swished his wand and a bathtub started filling with soap and water. It looked large enough to fit three people.
This wasn't the first time he wanted some sort of massage while he was bathing. She thought this was a pathetic attempt to rile her. She went to him and started to unbutton his cloak, but he stopped her.
"No, no, no, this isn't for me." Malfoy put his hand on her shoulders and began kissing her neck while he undid her blouse and pants. She automatically threw them off and stood in her underwear, awaiting his next course of action.
She had never been completely naked in front of him in the last six months. He would normally just use her and be done with it. So when he went to unclasp her bra, she flinched. Hermione had to tighten her mask to let him undress her wholly, but she couldn't control the blush that spread across her cheeks the moment she was completely exposed. Malfoy was smirking the entire time. He saw a flash of emotions run across her face as he undressed her completely. He took in her form. She was beautifully curved.
Draco caressed her body with his hands and lips, starting at the nape of her neck and making his way down her torso. He stopped at her breasts and took each one by itself in his mouth, massaging the most sensitive part with his tongue. Her body involuntarily erupted in goose bumps, making the tip of her breast harden in his mouth.
Once he was satisfied with his job he continued to move down her abdomen, placing light kisses around her belly button before moving further down. Hermione stood stiffly before him refusing to move as he made his way further south. He used his hand to part her legs and sat her on top of the counter before diving into her with his mouth.
This was the way he made his servants love him. He gave them pleasure, making them forgot all of the horrible stuff he had done to them. It had worked every time. He had a lot of practice in the female sex. He knew exactly what turned them on and what spots to touch to make them rivet in their seat. He suspected Velia would be no different.
Draco's mouth was instantly filled with a salty taste as he licked her. It had a hint of sweetness to it that he loved. His tongue explored her sex with an eagerness that surprised even Draco. Her taste and smell was intoxicating him.
As he clamped down on her most sensitive area, flicking his tongue over and over, he pushed his fingers inside of her, feeling her tighten around him. He felt himself instantly harden as he pumped in and out of her.
Hermione had never experienced such pleasure, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it and keep her mask on. No one had ever touched her that way. In fact, her first time with Ron they had barely been kissing before their pants came off and he was on top of her. It was over just as quick as it came. She remembered how awkward it had been after that. It was a first and last for them.
Her mine was rolling as he worked his magic on her. She tried to think of something else, anything else, but it didn't work, the pleasure was too much. She felt it build in her abdomen, slowly spreading through the rest of her body. She had never experienced such intense pleasure as she finally climaxed and let out a moan.
Draco felt her tighten around his fingers then loosen as she had her orgasm. Hearing her moan had been the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Not being able to control himself any longer, Draco stood and threw his pants on the floor. He was more than ready to feel her inner walls around him and she was plenty wet enough to easily slide in.
The moment he entered her, it felt amazing. He started off slowly, trying to extend her pleasure as he made long strokes in and out of her. He picked up his pace building his own release. He could tell she was trying to fight his gift to her as she struggled to not a make a face of pleasure or whisper a moan. This made him smirk. Finally, he was getting a reaction out of her again.
Hermione was breathless after her orgasm, but when Malfoy entered her she had experienced even more pleasure than before. The thought made her disgusted with herself, but her body was completely out of her control
He thrust deeper into her. She bit her lip in response. Draco was closing in on his climax as he pumped harder and deeper with each thrust. Her wall enclosed around him making the pleasure more intense. With last thrust he came into her and let out a moan as he captured her mouth with his.
She let him kiss her, but she didn't respond back.
You will, he thought. They all do.
Draco stripped down the rest of his clothes before picking up Velia and gently laying her in the bath. He joined her after making sure she was comfortable.
"We're having guests over tonight. So I need you to be on your best behavior."
"Yes, master Malfoy."
"You will be serving my guests and me at 6:30. You will need to be dressed in something formal. The Dark Lord will be our priority guest so I suggest you keep him happy. I'll give the orders to the elves and they will prepare the meal. I don't need you soiling your dress by cooking. When we're done eating we will retire to the sitting room. You'll serve drinks to us until we tell you to leave. Is that clear?"
"Yes, master."
Hermione's heart pounded in her chest. She would be right next to Voldemort tonight. What if it were a sign for her to fulfill her promise to Harry? Could she have enough magic in her to send the killing curse to Voldemort wandlessly? What if he checked her blood? It had been nearly six months. Her potion could have worn out by now. Then they would find her. After trying so hard to conceal herself, this one dinner could be the end of her.
Or Voldemort.
"Oh yes," Draco added. "I'll be giving you another bracelet to be sure you don't practice any wandless magic. I can't have you trying to stupefy Voldemort. I need you alive."
He watched her face change slightly with his words. He could almost see the cogs working in her head. Draco relaxed and laid his head on the back of the tub.
"Astoria will be joining us tonight as well. She'll probably be a bit jealous of you, so be careful around her. She won't be staying the night though, so I expect you to be waiting for me in bed when my guests leave."
Draco continued to talk as he relaxed in the bathtub.
"I may be leaving for weeks at a time now. The resistance is getting stronger. Stupid mudblood. No matter how hard we try, she keeps evading our grasp. We'll catch her though. She can't hide forever."
Hermione nearly jumped.
They're still looking for me?
"You're talking of Harry Potter's best friend?" Draco opened his eyes and looked at the girl. She hadn't openly made conversation, other than a yes and no master to him in weeks. It was nice to see she was still able to comprehend anything other than orders.
"Of course, what other mudblood would I be talking about? I don't understand how one bloody girl could be so hard to find! For Merlin's sake she's just one girl! One stupid mudblood!
"The Dark Lord is getting very impatient. He can't understand why we haven't found her yet so he's been killing off people who've failed him. The only reason I'm alive is because I'm the most direct link to her. I knew her best out of all the deatheaters.
"She's probably just hiding in some library right under our noses. She always was a bloody bookworm."
Hermione was a little shocked about his rantings. If he only knew how close he was to the said bookworm.
"What will happen to her if you catch her?"
"If? When I catch her, I'll bloody kill her for being so hard to find! Ha! That'd teach her to hide from me." Draco was quiet for a minute, as if truly contemplating her answer. "I haven't decided what I want to do with her when I catch her. If I give her to the Dark Lord he'd probably just kill her, seeing as he sees her as his only true threat. Luckily he's been pretty busy with the new resistance.
"I wouldn't kill her though. Death would be too easy of an escape. I'd make her pay for tormenting me. Show her how dirty her blood is. I may even make her my slave.
"Can you imagine? The great Hermione Granger slave to Draco Malfoy." He said this last bit more to himself than anything. He laughed. "She'd hate that. It'd make her feel so low. She'd be quite the fighter I'm sure.
"She was always pretty feisty in school, even when her nose was in a book. She was always there to back up Potter and Weasel."
Draco was quiet again. It was weird to hear him talk about her, almost as if he missed fighting with her. Maybe he did. Hermione didn't want to think about what he would do to her if he found out that she had been in his reach all this time.
After they were done with their bath Draco dressed himself and sent his servant to continue her chores. Hermione was more than glad to get away from him.
She had never been more humiliated in her life! How could such an arrogant ferret give her such intense pleasure? The world had truly gone made.
Sure she had heard of his exploits in Hogwarts, but she thought they were just silly rumors since she had heard them from Lavender and Parvati. Nothing they said was hardly ever true. Hermione was sick with herself by letting him do that to her. She almost wished he would have drowned her in bathtub.
Six o'clock came too quickly for Hermione. She decided she had better stop with her chores and begin to get ready for serving Draco's guests. When she entered her room a dress and shoes were already laid out on her bed. It was a dark blue formal dress, very similar to the black dress the she wore regularly to dinner.
This one, however, was a tad more formal. The dress flowed down to her ankles. It was very elegant with a deep v-neck and a low cut back. Hermione slipped the dress on without a second thought and slid the shoes on as well. She situated her breasts so that they were a covered as she could possibly get this, but it was no use. The cut in the front went lower than her chest.
How was she supposed to serve food without them falling out mid-serving?
Hermione huffed and went to her bathroom to do her make-up and hair. She thought it was a frivolous thing to do, but it was what Malfoy wanted. And he always got what he wanted.
Just as she was finishing her make-up Astarte popped into her room. The elf took one look at her hair and immediately began snapping her fingers until she was happy with an up-do. Hermione looked into the mirror when she was finished.
The girl she saw was beautiful. Her long dark hair swept into elegant curls at the nape of her neck. Her bangs were brushed across her forehead. She had a light blue eye shadow to accent her dark brown, nearly black orbs.
Yes, this woman was beautiful.
But it was not Hermione.
Hermione was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. How was it she still wasn't over the fact that she wasn't herself? She was being ridiculous. If being a beautiful stranger was the only way she could survive in this world, then she would do it. For Harry.
"For Harry." Hermione whispered out loud before standing and making her way to the kitchens to serve the guests. It was going to be a long night. She could feel it.