Sorry I'm just now getting this up everyone. I tried to post last night buuuut Fanfiction decided it hates me and wouldn't even load the home page. :( But alas! I have done it. Thanks to all the reviews and people following this story. And just so you guys know, this is a filler chapter. I'm trying to develop a plot, and not just write smut scenes (Trust me there will be plenty though) So enjoy! :)

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Draco's laughter subsided after he heard Hermione slam her bedroom door shut. He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He then suddenly looked down and scowled at the blood on his sheets. He jumped up and called for a house elf who silently removed the sheet and replaced it with a fresh clean one. Draco walked over to his bookshelf pondering his choices. He wanted something to read, something to distract him. There was an ache growing in his chest, and he knew that after sex that feeling should not be there. He sighed and randomly grabbed a silver lined book. He walked over to his leather couch mindlessly thumbing through the pages. Why did he feel as if he had somehow hurt Granger? Not only did he probably just give her the time of her life, but she was his slave and he could do with her what he wished. She was just going to have to get used to her new chores. Draco sighed, leaning his head back on the leather material, wishing that he hadn't come up on Granger that day in Diagon Alley. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. Maybe he should apologize to Granger for his roughness? As if, she was his slave. Maybe he would visit her chambers for round two? Draco smirked at the idea, but his stomach churned. The idea physically made him sick. Draco sighed, exasperated, and threw the book across the room. He would visit Hermione and see how she was feeling, maybe make sure she didn't kill herself. He stood up and walked over to the door and silently opened it, making sure his feet barely made any noise as he walked down the hall.

Hermione laid in bed her back to the door, staring at the white wall. After she had finished crying for the most part she started a hot shower and made sure to vigorously scrub every part of her body that Draco had violated. She had stayed in the shower for twenty minutes, and changed into a pair of purple pajamas before climbing into bed. She absently mused how she missed her teddy bear to cuddle with, and wondered what happened to Crookshanks. She quickly blocked that thought, not sure if she had any tears left to cry. Hermione heard the door silently push itself open, so she pretended to be asleep. She prayed Draco wasn't back for round two. She heard footsteps cross her room and stop in front of her bed. "Wake up Granger." He snapped, although his voice had lost some of its harshness. Hermione tilted her head to look up at him and his face softened.

Draco could still make out the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and red, her hair was still dripping and soaking her pillows and sheets. "Get up." He ordered. Hermione sorely made her way out of bed, and stood shivering, waiting for her next command. Draco sighed and took out his wand. He pointed at Hermione's face and whispered a simple drying spell, then pointed to her bed and did the same. "There. Lay down." He said softly. Hermione quickly laid down, rolling herself in the covers and turning away from Draco to face the wall. Draco sighed. Damn these feelings. He sat on the bed, causing Hermione to jump. He ignored it and laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against him. Hermione's shoulders stiffened and Draco let out a soft sigh. "Please just go to sleep Hermione." He quietly begged. Hermione, not completely sure how to react, tried to relax and fall asleep. She was still awake when she heard Draco's breathing relax and his soft breaths rhythmically blew against her hair.

The next morning when Hermione awoke the space next to her was empty. She had slept a lot better than she thought she was going to, considering she had Malfoy's arm wrapped around her all night. Hermione rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. A maids outfit with corresponding undergarments were draped over one of her chairs with a piece of paper on top of them. Hermione slowly walked over and picked up the paper.

Granger,

Below is a list of chores. I expect them done by four o'clock and for you to be ready to leave in the gown I've laid out for you by five o'clock. No exceptions.

-Lord Malfoy

Hermione sighed. She was expected to go about as if nothing happened, and Hermione supposed that Draco felt as if nothing really did happen. He was just using his slave as he saw fit. Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes as she recalled last night, but she wiped her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She picked up the maids outfit as she scanned the long list of chores. As she walked over to her bathroom she noticed the gown Draco had mentioned in the note. It was silver mermaid style gown with a green sash encircling the hip. She scowled at the Slytherin colors and walked into the bathroom.

Draco sat in his office chair, mindlessly turning in circles, and clenching a letter in his fist. He had received a notice from his secretary reminding him of the ball he was throwing for his entire cliental list. He had become so distracted by Granger he had completely forgotten about it over the past week. The ball was tonight, and he had had his secretary run out and buy the most expensive gown that would match his attire. He obviously couldn't have The Golden Girl running around at his ball, so he had planned a simple disguise for her, with an entire fake background included. He would present her as his live in girlfriend that he had kept quiet for quite a few months. All he had to do was make sure Granger would cooperate. He reasoned that threatening her with a hex might do the trick, but that also presented the problem of her appearing as a wealthy undiscovered witch who had no wand. There was no way in Merlin Draco was giving Hermione a wand. He sighed and anxiously rubbed his eyes. Tonight was going to be a long night.

Hermione was only halfway through her long chores list when three o'clock rolled around. She sighed, knowing that the results of her not finishing her chores would be severe. She sighed and continued to clean the window. She stood on the top tier of the ladder, cleaning one of the six floor to ceiling windows in Draco's private wing. She had already cleaned his room, down to dusting every piece of furniture. She had then gone about sweeping, mopping, then waxing the entire marble floor. She was on window number three and figured she could maybe get in one more window before four o'clock rolled around. As she cleaned she stared out into the beautiful Malfoy gardens. If there was anywhere Hermione wished she could escape to, even temporarily, it would be to spend an hour in the gardens. There was a beautiful hedge maze, with a fountain in the center. There was also a lily patch, rose patch, and many other flowers that she couldn't name. Maybe a few months from now, if she was still alive, Draco would let her travel to the gardens. Maybe sit for an hour with a good book and just let her escape her horrible world for even a little while.

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So what did you all think? Not very exciting I know, but a Ball should be interesting!

Next Chapter - Draco trains Hermione on her new identity, and who other than Bellatrix Lestrange shows up at the Ball. Will Hermione be discovered?