dark story might trigger some readers. so TRIGGER WARNING. I got the idea for this one after watching a video.
Draco and Hermione/ you are mine.
by. writer sentiments
Draco watched the Gryffindor table celebrate their first year winning the house cup in years. it just had to be his first year at Hogwarts and his house lost. Everyone was cheering and patting Potter, Weasly, Longbottom, and Granger. He hated them he Hated all of them. They had ruined his first year of Hogwarts the Great Potter, that no one would shut up about the Weasley who Potter chose over him, and Granger who had bested him in all his classes. He hated all of them he watched the table celebrate frustrated tears in his eyes.
When he went home that summer he told his parents about the awful tiro. Potter, the blood traitor, and the know it all. When they learned she had gotten first in his year they asked her name and family. He went into great detail about everything about her, everything he knew how he heard some of the other kids complain that she would act like she knew everything despite not having grown up in the magic world. His parents then went on to call her a Mudblood they explained that when she was born she somehow stole magic from a real witch or wizard. That she was filth and that he should make sure to stay away from her and make sure she doesn't beat him in school next year. that made Draco even angrier he was beaten by someone who shouldn't even have magic let alone be allowed at Hogwarts. That was when he started thinking of Granger a great deal more something he hated. he decided that the mudblood wasn't worth a thought and that he would just ignore her existence.
That year he spent much of his time studying and making sure he got on the Slytherin quidditch team. He was going to beat Potter this year he was always watching Potter making sure to mess with him whenever he could but you couldn't see Potter without a bush of brown hair by him. He did his best not to look at her but she was always there during his classes, meal time, the library everywhere. Spending all this time noticing her pissed him off it was even worse because she didn't seem to notice him. She never even looked at him unless she was next to Potter when he taunted the fool.
Did she think she was fucking better than him, a fucking mudblood? She should know her place but she keeps acting all high and mighty that is until he told her what she was. He called her a mudblood right to her face in front of everyone he saw the look of confusion on her face. He realized then that she didn't even know what she was. That's why she was always so high and mighty she thought she had a right to be here with the rest of them. Well, he was going to make sure she understood her place and remind her of it whenever he could so what if she got the best grades she was still a mudblood so what if she caught on to spells fast she was still a mudblood. And he wasn't going to let her forget it.
All year he called her mudblood and when the attacks started he was filled with glee watching her act strong but still looking over her shoulder every couple of minutes. The morning he went to class and found out she had been attacked he wanted to go and smirk over her body. Cant be high and mighty when you are paylazed he wanted to see the pertinent look of shock and fear on her face. When he finally sneak into the hospital wing he scanned the beds till her saw the brown bush and stridden over to it. Looking over her he felt his smirk flatter there wasn't fear on her face. No, he had seen this look many times it was the face she made when she had a problem but no answer but had no intention of giving up. It pissed him off she should have pissed herself at being attacked for what she was. But no instead she wanted to challenge it. Well fuck her now she's here. And there she stayed for almost the rest of the year Draco was able to get top of all his classes without that mudblood. But like always Potter ruined it he killed the Basilisk and the cure was finally made for all the students that had been paralyzed throughout the year. Draco watch with disgust as she made her grand entrance back running and hugging Potter and Weasley he hated them.
Draco kept an even closer eye on the tiro in their third year staying close to mock Harry and watch Granger the only one he didn't bother with was Weasly Crabbe and Goyle made sure he didn't try to jump him if Draco said anything offensive. Like last year Granger spent no time noticing him and he had a hard time keeping an eye on her one moment she was there next she was gone. He really only spotted her in their shared classes but she was gone the moment they ended. It was their care for magical creature classes that she finally gave him a glance. He was mocking Potter earning a glare from the trio enjoying their attention until the half-giant brought out a bloody Hippergriff. Everyone took a frightened step back when the dame bird threw its front legs into the air. Draco who had placed himself right behind Granger felt her bump into him he was going to tell her off but instead of seeming to notice him she looked to her side to the Weasl pausing for a few moments before throwing her arms in front of herself he looked between the both of them seeing a faint blush on their faces. He wonder the fuck that was about when he looked up to find Potter taking off on the bloody bird.
On his return, there were cheers from his fellow Gryffindors not joined by any of the Slytherin Draco saw Granger's face light up as Potter climbed down and headed to them. Draco pushed past the wall of Gryffindors to the bird if Potter can do it. It must not be that hard the moment he was in front of the dame bird it attacked him. He heard screams of panic over his own. In the chaos he heard Granger's voice telling the half-giant to bring him to the hospital wing quickly, he even saw her follow them part of the way up to the castle talking to the giant Olfe. He felt smug that Granger would leave her precious Potter and Weasly to follow and make sure he was ok. She might not have checked in on him but he knew she must have been as concerned as Pasney had been. When it was time for the bloody bird to finally die he welcomed the trio basking in their fury that is until Granger raced up to him and punched him in the face. The bitch she dared to touch him he made sure to throw mudblood in her face as much as possible that year.
Fourth year he was able to have a field day with the tiro with help from the press, Rita skeeter seemed to like torturing Potter as much as he did and when she started on Granger his favorite part of the day was watching her react to whatever article was written about them and receiving tons of hate mail. It was all great until the ball when she showed up looking fucking beautiful on Krum's fucking arm. He thought he hated Granger before but now he knew what true hatred was. Watching Granger with Krum not only that night but the rest of the fucking year. He had actually jinked the piggin toe blood traitor causing him to fall on his stupid face once or twice. It wasn't until halfway through summer that he realized the hate he felt was jealousy. that realization had put his mind in a tailspin for the remainder of the summer.
Fith year he made sure that no one would guess that he wanted Granger. But it was hard after the ball last year he now knew what was under that slightly too big uniform and her muggle clothes didn't help either. didn't Muggles wear anything decent? Draco would catch himself staring at her in classes, when she walked in the halls, in the library. A few times he realized that he even followed her luckily he was able to pass all this off on Potter seeing as she was always with him and Weasly. He learned that he was capable of hating those idiots even more. Every time she link her arm with theirs or one of them threw their arm around her shoulders. He would grip his wand just wanting to curse them he had thrown a jink or two at the two idiots. them never being able to figure out where it was coming from. when they had caught all of them sneaking into Umbriged office he had made sure to be the one to grab her. In the past, he would never think to touch one of her kind. but this was different this was Granger she might be lower than him but that didn't mean he couldn't entertain himself with her. he had enjoyed touching and holding onto her under the pretense of making sure she couldn't escape and was rather annoyed when Umbrige didn't allow him to join them into the forbidden forest. stupid mistake on her end. At the end of the year when his father was imprisoned and he was recruited to join the dark lord, he decided that next year would be different.
Sixth year he still mocked Potter and Weasly but when it came to Granger he wouldn't torment her in the way he once did instead anytime she looked at him he would throw her a wink and smirk. Whenever he was caught looking at her he didn't look away instead he continued to stare making her squirm in her seat under his burning gaze. When she was close by he would find a reason to touch her anywhere and everywhere. Her hair, shoulders, arms, skirt. this was usually followed by her or her two idiots trying to attack him but he was always prepared. getting away in time or having Crabbe and Goyle guard him. He had planned to grab Granger when his task was complete but that went to hell. He wasn't even able to find her. she, Potter, and Weasly seemed to disappear off the dame planet. It wasn't until Easter that he saw her again Snatchers had lugged her and the other two into the Malfoy manor right to him. Finally, he had her he could give Potter to Voldemort and keep Granger he didn't care about Weasly. They would probably just kill him. Unfortunately, Potter and Weasly got away with the help of their old house elf luckily he had been restraining Granger himself. And hadn't let her go during the panic dragging her to the door out of the room and away from her friends. His unstable aunt wanted to kill her but he was able to convince her against it saying they should keep her Potter would come to try and save her for sure. He was supposed to bring her to the dungeon but he kept her in his room the manor was so big and his aunt wouldn't bother to check to make sure where Granger was. It wouldn't be forever they had a small detached servant courter on the corner of the manor he would move her there once it was fixed up.
He had to keep Granger in a binding spell even with how undernourished she was she still had a bad habit of trying to punch him. He made sure to spend as much time as he could with her reading a book as a house elf fed her she didn't want to eat at first but having to watch the house elf punish herself made her break down and give in. She was kept in her binding spell while he slept sharing the bed with her burying his face in her mess of hair. She would spend most of this time struggling for a few hours before silently crying through the night. The first time she was giving a bath he had to force her into the water. His house elf cleaning her. He didn't do anything just stood at the door and waited till she was done. Once the quarters were done he moved her down there. He also had something else made. Something that would allow her not to be restrained 24/7. When he brought her to her new living space there was another wizard waiting for them. he specialized in making and placing cursed items that helped keep certain people more in line. An underground business of his family. His family was once very well known 200 years ago for their work on muggles and other magical creatures. So many noble and rich families called on their services. Draco was sure his business would be in high demand again soon.
Granger was strapped to a bed her shirt removed. He didn't like that she was bare in front of this man but it was needed. She cried and screamed when he made a cut on her chest. Placing the gem forged with his own blood into the open gape burning it closed with ruins. Along with a few spells he was done took his money and left.
Draco also had to mark her body to make sure she wouldn't try and run. He took his wand and burned into her skin the house crest and infused it with a spell. If she ever went more than 3 yards from the house she would pass out and not regain consciousness till she was back inside. his poor girl just sobbed that night he instructed his house elf to give her potions for the pain and to heal. It would take a little time but she would get used to things and accept her new life soon enough.
Hermione sat in her room holding a book that she had meant to read but ended up just holding it while she stared out the window. It was almost summer she had been here for so long now. The war was still going she knew that much and with the war that meant Harry was still alive she was sure of that, and Ron she was sure Ron was still with him he had to be. She heard boots coming up the stairs and held her book a little tighter. He's early she glanced at the clock 3 pm, guess this business didn't take as long. She heard the door open but didn't look over. She knew every movement he would make. He would be dressed in his death eater robes and mask. He would take them off and put them away setting the mask on the table next to the wardrobe. He would then go to the bathroom to freshen up. Then after changing he would pour a drink and sit in the chair near hers. She listen as he moved around not moving from her spot. When he sat down he told her that Poppi would bring their dinner around 5 today. She hummed her acknowledgment then continued to look out the window. thinking of Harry and Ron hoping the order was ok.
Hermione stared at a corner while Malfoy grunted and thrust into her. She use to fight, try to hit kick, and bite. But her body didn't allow that any blow she tried to throw would just end up being a soft movement her limbs just resting on him instead. He had told her it was because of the gem in her chest he also told her that if it was ever removed she would die. She had caught herself a few times her finger tracing over the skin feeling it. she had thought of it, digging in with her nails and clawing it out. But she couldn't she would tell herself that her friends were still out there and needed her. Malfoy gave out a loud moan finally ending it. he made himself comfortable on the bed pulling her to him and stoking her arm till he fell asleep. He always did this sleep in her room holding onto her waking if she tried to leave the bed. She wasn't allowed proper sleep she couldn't while he was here.
During this time she would always imagine killing him while she watched his face relax into a dream. She would think about stealing his wand but that was under a shield charm. She would wonder whatever had happened to her wand. She would try and sleep a bit when he left in the morning to do whatever he did. Whatever Death Eaters did.
Hermione smelled the crisp autumn air. It was already getting colder. She wished she could wear her pants but they didn't fit her anymore. When she became pregnant she was shocked. didn't he do anything to prevent this thing from happing or were they just unlucky? She didn't see any point in hiding it from him when she figured it out she told him a few days later after she steadied her nerves.
She had thought he would kill her or maybe beat her till there was no more child. part of her felt sick and depressed when she realized that a small part of her kind of wanted that. But no he didn't. he didn't even seem to verbally acknowledge that she was pregnant and still hasn't said anything about it. he would place his hand on her stomach a lot though. Keep it there while he slept. She couldn't understand him did he really want this? Hermione sat in the yard for a bit more before walking inside.
She only got to the kitchen when a great pain shot through her. She put her hands between her legs and brought her hand up it was covered in blood. She lowered herself to the ground wreathing in pain and fear. She didn't know what was happing. Malfoy found her still on the kitchen floor later that evening. She had woken up an hour or so before in a puddle of blood. The small figure was just a little bigger than her hand. She left it there by her legs. She didn't really prosses any of it just sat there till he came. Then when she saw him standing at the kitchen door she was able to form thoughts again. She told him that she had lost their child. He actually looked pained by it.
A month passed and Hermione didn't leave the bed she would just lay there. Malfoy would still come by but he didn't touch her. he would just sit there and watch then after a while he would get up and leave. coming back later in the evening he would still sleep there just not as often. it didn't seem like he was sleeping elsewhere either judging by his eyebags. Sometimes he would get angry and trash the place and leave when he tried talking to her but did not get any response. the house elf coming in to clean right after.
One day Hermione saw a gleam on the floor she dragged herself from the bed to look at it. it was a shard of glass Poppi must have missed it. she didn't even think she took the glass and sliced it over her arm around the scar of the Malfoy house crest she cut the whole thing off removing the chunk of skin from her body. She then wrapped it ignoring the pain and dizziness she stumbled through the house and out onto the yard. she didn't even pause she moved past the small garden and closer to the trees and gates she kept going and going falling continuously after a while she looked back and could barely see the manor. She let out a laugh that turned into a cry as she ran.