Hello again everyone! Just as a warning, I tried to make the Hermione P.O.V paragraphs feel as if she was going through withdrawals. I've never had experience, so I hope I did a well enough job. Please enjoy!
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Hermione groggily opened her eyes. She was cold, goosebumps covered her entire body. She had no clothes, and was lying in a bed. She groaned and rolled onto her side. She vomited over the side of the bed, luckily not ruining the silk sheets. Hermione looked around but winced at the sudden motion of her head turning. She had never felt like this before. So cold. And sick. Was she infected with something? There was a loud bang somewhere in front of the bed and Hermione tried to cover her ears, but her arms were lead. She groaned and slowly began to flail her body, making it respond to what she ordered. Something suddenly grabbed her wrists and pinned them down. Hermione cried out before something was placed over her eyes. Before it went dark she could make out a man standing above her. He said something, but his voice was very low and very fast, Hermione couldn't make out anything he said. "I can't understand you!" She said in a garble of words, feeling as if her tongue was tripping over itself. The man moved to her legs and something was put over her ankles. She squirmed as her ankles itched and burned. Were there bugs down there, feasting on her ankles? Hermione couldn't lift her head, couldn't see, and could barely speak. She relaxed her head as tears began to stream down her face and wet the cloth over her eyes.
Draco watched as Hermione squirmed and then relaxed back on the bed, he could hear her barely audible cries and almost felt compassion for the poor girl. But he quickly dismissed it. He had come in to tie her down, and force her to go through the withdrawals of Merlin knows whatever she was given in Diagon Alley. He could see vomit on the floor, and could tell by the girl's pathetic struggles that this was going to be a horrible week for her. He couldn't help but gaze at her naked sprawled body as she laid in his guest bed. Her breasts were near perfect, could be bigger. Her hips and legs were absolutely amazing. He could make out the lines of her ribs, making a mental note to plump her up. Her hair was dirty and matted, but he could tell when washed it was beautiful long and wavy. As far as Mudbloods went, Granger wasn't a bad catch at all. He certainly got her for a good price, and this put him more at ease with the decision. He shut the door to the guest room and swiftly walked down the hallway. He had matters to attend to. "Gilber!" Draco snapped. Suddenly an elf was standing in front of him.
"Yes Master." Gilber said. He was an awful looking house elf, Draco figured the worst looking in the Manor.
"Fetch your eldest female elf, and send her to me immediately." Draco ordered walking past the elf. The elf snapped and disappeared and within two seconds another elf appeared by Draco.
"Yes Master." She said in a high voice. Draco motioned for her to follow and the elf ran to keep up with Draco's long strides.
"You are to attend to my new slave, located in the guest room of my private wing. You will remove her blindfold and binds twenty-four hours from now and will come to me before every meal you serve her. You are to have limited to no conversation with her. Do not tell her where she is, or her predicament." Draco stopped walking and looked down at the small elf. "Do you understand?" Draco asked. The elf nodded.
"Yes Master." The elf curtsied in her potato sack while Draco nodded. She disappeared and reappeared in the guest bedroom.
Hermione heard what sounded like a spark and tilted her head towards the noise, the sudden motion however caused her to vomit. Due to the restraints she couldn't move to the edge of the bed so the vomit pooled next to her body, causing Hermione to cry even harder. The elf watched her with a pained expression and rushed over to Hermione.
"There there dear." The elf cooed quietly, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. This seemed to console the girl and her cries quieted. "I'll get you a fresh sheet." She promised. She quickly moved the cover from under Hermione and slid a new one under her. "It'll be alright." The elf said patting Hermione's hair.
Hermione cringed slightly at the touch, then tilted her face towards the voice. "Please." Hermione croaked out. "Who are you? Where am I?" She begged. The hand withdrew and the voice didn't say anything else. "Please!" Hermione said, her voice growing stronger. After a third time with no answer, Hermione gave up. She was weak, sore, hungry, cold and miserable. She couldn't fight with a voice that she could not see. She began to shiver, then break into sweats. Hermione was temporarily grateful for the solitude, and that the woman was gone, giving her silence so that she could wallow in her misery.
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Okay so this chapter was a little bit longer, and little more depressing. Let me know how I did!
Next Chapter-After the first forty-eight hours of purchase Hermione finally seems to be gaining back her composure, and her most recent memories. Finally Draco reveals himself as her new Master, and Hermione gives him a piece of her mind.