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Draco sat at his desk in front of the fireplace, glancing over many different papers. His father and mother had certainly made a mess of the family's affairs before their passing, leaving Draco to fix it all. He scooped up the last of the papers and threw them into the fireplace behind him. "Bloody idiots." He muttered. There was a knock on the door and Draco swiveled back around. "Enter." He called. An attractive young blonde witch opened the door, clipboard in hand.

"Lord, you've received three phone calls from potential clients all demanding to know why you've canceled the business meetings." She stated. Draco groaned and laid back in his chair. He had cancelled at least six business meetings over the next week, all in order to deal with his new slave.

"Tell them I've fallen ill or some other shite." He grumbled. The secretary nodded and quickly exited the room. Draco sighed and stood up from his chair. It had been at least two hours since he had left Hermione and wanted to see that she wasn't dallying around. He apparated to his bedroom and swiftly changed clothes, putting his business cloaks away and donning jeans and a tight t-shirt. He quickly left his room, locking the door behind him, and walked a few feet down the hall stopping in front of another grande door.

Hermione stared at the contents of the trunk, spread out across her new bed. She had to admit the room was a lot better than anywhere she had ever stayed. A fireplace adorned one wall, while two others were lined with multiple bookshelves stocked with some of her favorite authors. There was a nice sitting area with lovely pink furniture and her bed was covered in pink and black silk sheets and pillows. However, there was some shackles on one part of the wall, there also hung a whip and some other very menacing things on that wall. But the room wasn't a big problem, the clothes were. Draco had given her only two pairs of jeans, pants and shorts, and two plain black t-shirts for casual wear. There was seven different sets of silk pajama shorts and shirts, all black, and all pretty short and revealing. There were twenty maids outfits varying in color, and more lingerie sets than Hermione could count. All ranging in color, material and style. She picked up a green silk thong and a strapless green bra. Very revealing, and so Slytherin. Hermione sighed and quickly threw on one of the less revealing sets, and covered it with a t-shirt and jean shorts. Just as she finished dressing her door was thrown open and in walked Draco Malfoy.

"It's called knocking." She spat. Draco raised an amused eyebrow.

"Not in my own house," He shot back, "Or when it's my own slave's room." He said smirking. Hermione rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione demanded. Draco tsked her as he walked closer.

"If you are to survive, you will call me Master." Draco threatened. "You don't seem to understand that I own you. That means, if I don't like you I return you to Diagon Alley and get my money back, or.." Draco trailed off for a moment as he looked Hermione up and down. "I dispose of you." He finished quietly. Hermione swallowed, both of those outcomes terrified it but she refused to say so. "So let's try again. You address me as..?" Draco asked. When Hermione looked down and refused to say nothing he slapped her across the face and dragged her to the nearby wall where the shackles hung. He quickly clamped Hermione's wrists and took a step back as she struggled against them. "You're a smart girl, Granger. Or at least you used to be. I can hex you, or take away your voice box forever possibly. Or you can stop being an idiot." Draco said. Hermione stopped struggling and glared at Draco.

"Yes, Master." She spat. Draco smiled and walked over to the contents spread out on her bed.

"You are going to model some of these clothes for me." Draco ordered. Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes. Draco walked back over to her and put his hands on either side of her head, leaning in very close. "You don't seem to understand, that I can do anything I want to you. And this clothes aren't for you sake," He moved his mouth to her neck and inhaled the scent of fresh soap and lilac. "They're for my enjoyment." He finished before roughly biting Hermione's neck. She cried out and tried to squirm away until finally Draco released her. He smirked up at her then unshackled and threw her towards the bed. Try on the blue outfit with the black lace underset." Draco ordered taking a seat in one of the soft pink chairs. Hermione held her hand over her neck while looking on the bed. She found the outfit, grabbed it, and advanced to her bathroom. "No no Miss. Granger." He said mockingly, Hermione turned around and glared at him. "Undress right here." He said pointing in front of his chair. Hermione's bottom lip began to shake as she made herself walk to Draco's chair. With no hesistation Hermione pulled off her shirt and pants, taking a little more time with the underwear and bra. Draco smirked up at her, her face red and refusing to make eye contact. Hermione struggled to change as quickly as possible then stood in front of Draco.

Draco slowly eyed her up and down. The bottom of the blue and white maid's outfit barely reached Hermione's thighs, and she was repeatedly tugging on the bottom for coverage. The top revealed most of her breasts and the straps of her bra. He had to admit she looked very sexy in blue and black. He tortured Hermione for the next forty minutes, ordering her to try on every outfit, each outfit more revealing than the last. Finally, in her last outfit, Draco motioned her to come closer. She begrudgingly obliged and he grabbed her wrists and pulled her into his lap. Hermione blushed and squirmed as Draco drew small circles on her exposed thighs.

"Do you still hope to find your beloved Potter?" Draco asked suddenly. Hermione's face darkened and Draco chuckled. "He's dead you know." He stated. Hermione glared at him and stood up, but Draco roughly pulled her back down. "So is the Weasel." He added. Hermione turned her face away, refusing to let Draco see the tears. "They found you, camped out in the woods with a simple disguise charm set around you. Harry and the Weasel had snuck off, so you were found alone. But they found them a few hours later." Draco said, lying through his teeth.

"They would not have let me alone!" Hermione snapped angrily. Draco turned her face back to him and smiled at his tears.

"But they did. They knew that one of them must be caught, so they decided together to leave you. Although if it was me I would have let the Weasel." Draco said, continuing to lie through his teeth. Hermione's face sunk and lost its angry tone, more tears sliding down her face. "You put up quite the fight Granger." He commended, before licking one of her tears off her cheeks. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, causing Draco to chuckle. He pushed Hermione off his lap and she landed in a heap on the floor. "Goodnight, slave." Draco said before making his way to the door and slamming it behind him.

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So did you enjoy it? Draco totally lied his arse off, and it seems Hermione fell for it. What did you think? :) Please review and follow/favorite ! :)

Next Chapter-Hermione is set to chores and experiences her first night in Draco's chambers. Will he scar her?