I cannot apologise enough for how late this post is.

I have had a few personal problems that I have had to deal with. On top of that a good case of writers block decided to set in.

But I am back.

I promise.

xxx

New World Order

A Dramione FanFiction

Chapter Three

Draco let out a laugh as Hermione entered the living room.

"Surely you don't think I'll let you leave the house in that?"

Hermione looked down at her dark crimson gown.

"I thought you'd like it. You know, red being a sexy colour and all… Isn't it?"

"Merlin Granger, could you be any less of a girl? We're going to the club; I'll be ridiculed if you turn up in Gryffindor colours. Go change into something else."

Hermione put on a pout.

"That is an order." Draco replied sternly.

Hermione stomped up the stairs and slammed the door to her room. She sat down on the chair in front of her dressing table with a sigh. She missed being her own person. She missed being able to wear whatever she wanted to. She looked up at the mirror, hardly recognising her reflection. Her eyelids covered with smoky makeup, her lips red, her hair in long flowing curls. What happened to the girl that used to just throw on a bit of mascara?

"I guess she had to grow up." Hermione answered aloud.

Her ears pricked up as she heard Draco calling for her to hurry up.

"Coming!" She called. Quickly she changed into a dark emerald green ball gown, with a plunging neckline, full skirt and black beading. There was no way Draco could be upset with this choice.

As Hermione turned to leave, she caught herself in the reflection of the mirror. Her eyes judging her appearance, she wiped away a single tear before leaving the room.

Draco took his usual seat in the club rooms. Hermione moved instantly to the liquor table, pouring him a large tumbler of firewhiskey. She returned promptly, handing him his glass and sitting on his lap, leaning her body against him, just the way he liked it. Draco unconsciously put his arm around her, his thumb moving in small circles against her skin.

"You've trained her well Draco." Commented Lucius as he sat down opposite his son.

"Thank you father." Draco replied sternly. Hermione frowned at the conversation. She wasn't trained… was she?

Before she had time to follow through this train of thought she was interrupted by the sight of Ron and Pansy entering.

Pansy, of course, liked to make a grand entrance, always the centre of attention. Ron followed behind, looking rather sheepish. Hermione was always under the impression that Ron felt like he didn't belong in a gentleman's club.

"How are you this evening Draco?" Pansy asked in a sickly sweet voice. Of course, Hermione was not addressed at all. It made her feel like she was back at school.

"Alright Draco?" Ron asked, before Draco could answer Pansy.

"Fine thank you." Draco replied with a sneer. Draco hated having Ron as an equal. Ron threw Hermione a wink, causing her to giggle. Draco jigged his leg, signalling her to stop.

"Where's Theo?" Asked Pansy.

"Still to arrive. I presume he will be bringing someone new." Lucius said dryly.

"Of course he will Father. He is the man whore of the group, is he not?" Smirked Draco.

While this question was aimed at Lucius, Draco addressed it to Pansy. Draco knew full well about Pansy and Theo. It made him sick. Why couldn't they just get together? Then old Weasel Bee wouldn't have to be dragged along to these events spoiling the atmosphere. Ron went over to the drinks table, while Pansy went out to the bathroom, no doubt to make sure she looked perfect for when Theo arrived.

"Would you like another drink Draco?" Hermione asked, her eyes lingering on Ron for that split second too long.

"No I would not." He spat, noticing that her attention was elsewhere. Hermione jumped at the tone in his voice, her face looking hurt. Every time Hermione pulled that face Draco died a little inside. Draco had hated the way his father had treated his mother, even though since her death Lucius had never taken another Draco knew that he fucked around. A lot. Draco had always vowed to never treat a woman like that, but he seemed to struggle with it every now and then. He was a jealous type. Even if it was only Granger he didn't want his woman looking at someone as low as Weasley. Draco let out a sigh and furrowed his brow.

"Is something the matter? Is something not to your liking?" Hermione asked, more out of fear than anything else. While Draco had never hit her, he had an unbelievable temper and was likely to fly off the handle at the drop of the hat.

"No, nothing, nothing."

"Nobody panic, for I have arrived!" Cried Theo as he entered the room. Closely followed by a young blonde girl. She was rather attractive, with big blue eyes and a steady pout. Blaise and Ginny entered behind them.

"Theo, I see you have been hitting the sauce before arriving… again." Draco said with slight amusement.

"Of course I have my good man!" Theo slurred, shaking Draco's hand, "And helloooooooo Granger!" Theo smiled bemusedly before kissing her on the cheek, "You look good enough to eat."

"Ok Theo, that's enough." Draco said calmly, pushing Theo away.

"My glass is empty, babe, get me a drink. I need to take a piss." And with that Theo left the room. Blaise and Ginny sat down on a couch beside Draco and Hermione. Hermione and Ginny gave a shy smile to each other.

"Girls, go socialise, we have business to discuss." Smiled Blaise. Both Hermione and Ginny nodded in acknowledgement before standing up to leave, Draco lightly tapping Hermione on the butt as she left.

"We got out of that lightly!" Whispered Ginny as her and Hermione exited the room.

"I know! I thought we'd be stuck there all night!" Hermione smiled, taking hold of her friend's hand. Ginny was one of the few things that shone bright in Hermione's darkening world.

"So where to?" asked Ginny, lacing her fingers through Hermione's.

"Oooh, I'd love to sit in the library."

Ginny rolled her eyes. Hermione's love of books was one of the few things that hadn't changed.

Both girls giggled as they reminisced of the old days and swapped embarrassing tales of their lovers on the way towards the old musty disused library.

As they approached odd sounds could be heard. Both women stopped dead in their tracks.

"Do you hear that?" Hermione whispered to Ginny.

"Of course I hear that!" Ginny hissed back.

"It's… it's like an animal dying."

Instinctively Hermione reached for her wand. Holding it in front of her she tiptoed towards the library door, the sound becoming louder and louder. She paused for a second before opening the door. Hermione took a deep breath. 1… 2… 3…

BANG

Hermione looked inside to find a very startled Theo and Pansy, grinding against the wall. Hermione stood there stuttering.

"Um.. uh… I didn't…" She looked down at the floor.

"Go to your master now…" Hissed Pansy. Hermione looked up at her with hatred.

"Now!" Pansy demanded.

"Hold on Pans." Theo said, holding out a calming hand, his other still cupping her butt, "Perhaps this isn't a bad thing… Care to join."

Hermione rolled her eyes with disgust and turned to leave, Pansy shrill tones echoing through the hall as she chastised her lover.

"I'm guessing that room was occupied?" Ginny asked raising an eyebrow.

"You guessed correctly." Hermione replied with a sigh.

"Why does he even bother to bring another girl with him?" Ginny asked. As Ginny began to blabber on about idol gossip, Hermione's thoughts wandered to Ron. It had hurt her a lot that Ron married Pansy. She understood the situation he was in, she really did… but Pansy? Surely there could have been someone better. At least someone who could appreciate him and treat him right. She had always imagined that someone would be her. She could see them both together, visiting the Burrow, children in toe. Fred and George teaching their children tricks, Harry and Ginny as their godparents. But this was merely a fantasy that could never play out.

"Granger? GRANGER!" Draco called, snapping Hermione back to reality.

"Granger, I'm warning you!"

"C'mon." Ginny said calmly, "One day this will all just seem like a bad dream."

"One can only hope." Hermione said with a sigh, heading back towards the parlour.

Hermione laid obediently on the bed, waiting for Draco to return. All mistresses had been sent home early as business needed to be attended. This was fine by Hermione, less time in the company of those pigs. She sat up slightly to look at herself in the mirror, her long curls falling over the curves of her body.

A loud "crack" from downstairs signalled the return of her master. Hermione sat up, draping herself seductively over the bed, the silk sheets positioned just so, carefully covering all the right places.

His loud footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Hermione's heart began to race. She would hate to admit it, but sometimes Draco scared her. With a loud thud, Draco threw the door open and stumbled in.

"Ahhh! And here is my faithful whore waiting for me!" Draco cried out jovially. Hermione bit down hard on her tongue at the sting of that comment.

"Come here woman and undress me." He demanded. Hermione stood up and approached him, helping him off with his jacket first. She could smell the alcohol oozing from his pores. Her hands began to fumble as she moved to remove his shirt. Draco looked down at her, studying her actions. She brought her body closer to his, dragging the sleeves of his shirt down his toned arms. Her naked body almost touching his. Draco inhaled deeply. Hermione gently ran her hands down his chest as his shirt dropped to the floor. Her fingers wrapping around his belt, undoing it in one quick movement. Before she had a chance to undo his fly, his mouth was at her neck. His hands slinked down her back, cupping under her cheeks, lifting her up, wrapping her legs around him. He took large strides towards the bed, throwing her upon it once they reached it. Hermione fell hard, looking up at him with hurt brown eyes, but it made no difference. Draco was drunk and on a mission. He let his pants drop to the ground, his erect penis emerging. Hermione moved back on the bed, hitting into the bed head. Draco lowered himself onto the four poster bed, moving closer to Hermione, bringing his lips to hers. What started as a light kiss, soon escalated, his tongue swirling around inside her mouth. The taste of firewhiskey lingering. Hermione pushed back against the bed head wanting to escape the smell of smoke and alcohol that filled her sense, but Draco pulled her in tight, pushing her down against the pillows, pinning her arms above her head. He moved his mouth down her neck to her breasts, nipping her lightly along the way. Hermione clenched her hands, refusing to take any pleasure.

Suddenly Draco entered her. The force took Hermione by surprise, making her let out a small cry of pain. Before she knew it, Draco was beginning to move in and out of her. With each thrust it hurt her that little bit more. She was not prepared and the lack of lubrication was making it uncomfortable. She squirmed underneath him, but he only held her down tighter.

"Just take it." He grunted as he began to move faster.

"Draco you're hurting." She whispered, but he did not hear her. His movements became more rushed as he pounded in and out of her. Hermione let out a whimper as a tear fell down her cheek. Draco's grip becoming tighter.

"Draco, you are hurting." She said louder, but he continued to grunt, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

"Draco? Draco!" She cried. Draco looked down at her in shock, as he stopped his movements.

"What's the matter woman?" He snapped.

"Y-you were hurting me." Hermione stammered. Draco studied her face, seeing the tears he had formed. Quickly he pulled out from her.

"Finish the job with your hands and then leave." Draco stated. Hermione did as he asked, finishing the jobs in mere minutes. She stood up to leave as Draco laid back in the bed.

"Granger, do you get cold in your room?" Draco called as she reached the door. Hermione turned her head to nod.

"Is there a fire in your room?"

"No sir." She said quietly. Draco looked over her naked form.

"You may sleep in here. I don't want you getting sick. There are many formal gatherings coming up. I don't want you snotting all over the place and looking revolting."

Hermione hid a small smile and she walked back over the bed. She laid down on the bed and allowed Draco to wrap his arms around her. He rolled her onto her side and pulled himself in tight behind her. His hands intertwining with hers, their breathing falling into synch. Perhaps this was Draco's way of apologising. Whatever it was Hermione was happy to accept it.