She couldn't remember how she got in her room, she didn't even remember taking a shower. She was wrapped in a dark green towel as she sat on the edge of her bed. Brown curled locks of hair stuck to the side of her back and arms. The sky was dark, the streetlights flickered below. It was just early morning, how did night already fall?
She was in the garden, that was the last thing she remembered. "What happened." She whispered out under her breath. Her mind raced through, trying to sort through the large gap of time she was missing. She didn't feel ill, and she hadn't left the home. She listened to what he told her.
Footsteps could be heard heading up the stairs, her head tilted up to look through her open door. She forgot that Malfoy was coming home, but why would she wait up here and not down in the study? Malfoy turned towards her room and stepped in. "Why are you sitting there like that?" He asked a bit perplexed. "Waiting for me?"
She looked at him confused before she looked down at herself in the towel. She was vulnerable in front of him. She looked like she had purposely sat there waiting for him in nothing, but a towel. "I don't know." She felt like something was wrong, something she couldn't quite figure out. "I think I'm supposed to right?"
Malfoy hesitated for a moment before he moved inside of her room and knelt in front of her. "What are you babbling about, why are you asking me like that." He placed his left hand on her cheek only to feel her flinch at his touch as if she thought he was going to hit her. She had never acted like this towards him, he had never given her a reason to think he would ever hurt her. He had never hit her. He might have played rough with her, but he always told her he would stop if she ordered him to. "Granger." He was looking at her unsure of her behavior. "You stayed in the house and didn't leave while I was gone did you?"
"… I-I think so, I'm missing something, I don't know." She spoke in a mumbled tone. Her honey-colored eyes locked with his cold grey eyes. She looked like she was looking at him for something.
He was hesitant as he bit the inside of his cheek. Malfoy wasn't sure what she was going on about, but he knew something wasn't right. She was too docile and calm. She wasn't trying to argue or show her dominance. Something didn't sit well with him. Even if she said she didn't leave something happened. "let's get you dressed, maybe you are under the weather."
"I thought I was supposed to be like this." She spoke looking almost through him. "Because I'm your possession."
Malfoy shook his head. "No, not like this." He pulled her to her feet and led her to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of knickers, a light gray pajama bottoms, and a matching top. He helped her into her clothing but stopped right as she let the towel drop. He noticed the bruising around her waist. This bruising was new, he was careful when he helped himself to her. This was maliciously left on her. "Granger, what happened while I was gone."
"I stayed in the house, I only went outside to water my plants this morning, but I don't know how I got up here. I don't even remember taking a shower." She lowered her head to look at the bruising. "I thought I had to be like this, that's why I was sitting there right?"
Malfoy shook his head. She wasn't making any sense. She seemed lost, she just kept repeating like she was stuck in a loop. "Granger. Did someone come over while I was gone?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I was alone, just me and the radio to pass the time."
Malfoy frowned as he moved her back to the bed once he got her fully dressed. He pulled her sheets over her. "Stay here for a minute." He spoke softly as he gathered her towel up and took it into the bathroom. He looked back to his reflection only to see his cold eyes looking back at him. He was a monster, but he would never hurt her like the bruising he had seen. Whatever happened to her, she couldn't remember, she was stuck in a loop, a daze. He returned shortly to the room and sat down beside her.
"I don't feel good." She whispered as she felt him run his fingers through her damp brown locks not never fully dried.
He nodded. "I know, I think we are going to stay home tomorrow."
"You can still go." She whispered out again.
"No, I want to take care of my possession." He sat back near her on her bed and rubbed her back. "Just sleep." He spoke softly. He was trying to figure out what had happened. Someone must have come to the dorm while he was away. Someone who knew he wouldn't be able to protect her. Somone that had a vendetta against her or him, but he had a sinking feeling it had to do with him.
"I don't know what happened." She let out a low yawn as she felt her eyes growing heavy.
Whatever spell was cast on her, he didn't recognize, he felt like something went wrong with the spell. He couldn't tell if someone had used a spell to erase her memories or a spell to make everything foggy. "It's okay, I'm here now and I just want you to sleep."
She nodded faintly as she let her eyes close. Her body appeared to relax at his touch. He frowned as he watched her sadly. He couldn't reverse whatever it was without knowing what it was. He would just have to wait and take care of her in hopes that she would pull herself back together. The spell, whatever it was, he felt like wasn't performed correctly. He didn't want to make it worse for her if he tried to reverse it. He would just have to wait and see, even if her memories didn't return, as long as she returned to him like herself.
The trouble now was who knew he wouldn't be home with her. Who knew they had a chance to come in and attack her? Then why would they attack her? She didn't do anything besides study and work in her garden. She didn't even like to go out and even then, she usually asked him to join her. She wasn't clingy like the other girls were. She didn't hold onto his arm or even his hand unless he took her hand. She kept her distance to a degree, but she always stayed within his reach.
To be honest she barely asked him for anything. He was also the same with her. Both took turns making meals and cooking. Making sure the house was clean. Stocking up on supplies for school. But both would go to the shops together to get what was needed. Even when he left she only asked once to go and when he told her no, she didn't argue or question him after that. He could tell she felt something was going on, but she didn't push the subject with him.
Malfoy stayed with her the rest of the night. He would wake when she stirred, but would watch as she fell back to sleep once she realized he was still there with her. He found him waking up periodically to check on her. He woke once he felt the sunlight hit his pale cheeks. He was grateful she chose the room with the most sun. He shifted, but stopped once he realized she had fallen asleep at some point with her head in his lap. He rubbed the side of his face. He was tired and exhausted. He hadn't done anything with her, but was worried about her well-being.
He ran his fingers through her hair. She shifted a bit beneath the blankets when she felt his fingers. A faint smile formed on her lips. He watched her carefully as the morning light gave her skin a warm glow. He had never taken the time to watch her like this. Let alone see a natural smile form in her sleep. Her eyes opened and the sunlight gave a rippled dance of honey as she started to wake. "Are you feeling better?" He asked in a low whisper.
She closed her eyes halfway and shook her head. "No, I really don't." She didn't even move from where she lay. "I don't know what happened. My body feels really sore all over."
He had seen the bruises last night, but he never thought to ask her if she was hurting. "All over?" He asked.
She looked at him sadly. "Like when you have your fun with me, but this actually hurts." She looked away from him as she looked like she was trying to put the pieces together.
Malfoy swallowed. She wasn't just attacked, she was assaulted. The person who assaulted ensured that everything in the room was perfect. Even when she was sitting on the bed, the bed was made, and her body had been scrubbed down leaving no evidence behind. Whoever attacked her left her sitting there for Malfoy to find. To show that they went into the house and had their fun with her. They left her there with her memories wiped as a fuck you, I took something of yours and you will never know. He didn't know, it could be anyone who knew she lived with him in the dorms. Even those who knew him or even hated him could have done this to her just out of spite.
He barely had any time to react when she felt her lift herself up enough to throw up over the side of the bed. He grabbed hold of her hair as she leaned over his legs. She gripped tightly to his trousers. This wasn't a normal spell on her, these side effects weren't normal. When she finally stopped, he helped her lay back down and pulled the covers up. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up in a minute."
He couldn't leave her, not now, but he also couldn't take her anywhere without being noticed fully by others. Especially since she was attacked, all eyes would be on him as the one who hurt her with no evidence. But also, if he was seen helping her get help from others it would show a weakness in his ranks. Others in his group knew the two lived together, but there was nothing more than a way for him to hide what he was doing in the shadows.
He made her out to be a pawn in his grand scheme of things. Maybe even one of his fellow friends wanted to test him by coming in and attacking her to see his reaction. He boasted in his group how he took her first before Weasley or Potter did, he boasted how he had her wrapped around his finger and how she obeyed him and took care of his needs on demand. He boasted how she was his little mudblood that would lift her skirt for him when ordered.
He was hesitant, but he didn't have much choice. Malfoy picked her up out of bed. Her head rested against his chest. "Where are we going?" She spoke up as he carried her downstairs and into the study.
"I can't take you anywhere you would be seen like this." He spoke as he lifted the lid of the black jar that held the floo powder. "Malfoy Manor."
"What if someone was here when you came through?" She could hear a woman's voice on the other side of the door.
She looked around the rather large room. The dark curtains were drawn in, and the light barely came through the small open seems. The bed was large, and she felt like she was sinking into the black satin sheets. She was jealous of the bookcases that lined the walls. Was this his room growing up she thought to herself. She remembered Malfoy laying her down in his bed and telling her to rest again. She really didn't want him to leave her, but he didn't listen as he walked out the door. She listened to the door close and then lock behind him. Her body felt heavy again. She felt like she had fallen asleep again for a short time before she woke to him talking to someone on the other side of the door.
"I had nowhere else to take her. I couldn't take her to ST. Mungo's what if someone seen me take her there, there would be more suspicion on me if it looked like I cared about her." He spoke.
"You should have warned me before coming home." She growled out.
They were fighting about her. About her even being there and being seen, but why would he say he couldn't take her to St. Mungo's? She wasn't that hurt, was she? She thought maybe at this point she must have fallen in the garden, hit her head, and got a bit banged up.
"Can you help her or not?" He spoke a bit unsure of the situation at hand. She heard his door swing open and saw his mother walk inside. She stared up at her a little unsure now why he would bring her to his mother. She realized something was really wrong if he dragged her home for his mother to try to help her.
"I need you to sit up for me, can you do that?" She asked as she stood next to the bed. Hermione sat up on the bed. "Draco, I need you to stay out of the room." She was oblivious to what her son had been doing with her. That he had seen and tasted her body. He obeyed his mother and stepped out. "I need you to undress for me so I can examine you." She spoke softly much like a mother would.
"You couldn't do it with my clothes on?" She asked.
Narcissa shook her head. "No, Draco made it sound like you were attacked and a spell was performed on you. For me to try to figure out what might have happened. I need to be able to run a scan on you of sorts, but the injuries I need to see them so I can heal them."
Hermione frowned as she got up pulling her pajamas off. She watched Narcissa frown as she saw the bruising. She had the same look Malfoy had when he saw them. "What happened to me?" She spoke.
"Draco said you lost track of time?" She started to heal some of the bruising with a spell.
"I was in my garden in the morning, but then I was in my room in a towel, it was already late." She spoke as she watched.
She was careful with the healing, and it appeared to be the only kind of treatment she was going to receive or be checked for. "Some of these injuries, are you currently bringing a boy home with you?" She asked. "Sometimes men can be a bit rough if you say no."
"No, I would never bring someone back home," Hermione spoke feeling embarrassed now.
"Well, I know that you are active, from these injuries you sustained. Are you sure you didn't bring someone home when Draco was back here? Maybe they used Obliviate, but didn't use it properly. I can't even reverse this; they messed this spell up so badly." She spoke as she placed the tip of her wand on the last bruise. "But it looks like you've been active for a bit." She shook her head.
Hermione froze, his mother had no idea what he did with her when they were home alone. She just swallowed and hung her head. She couldn't risk Malfoy getting into any more trouble than he already was by bringing her there. "I was assaulted then, that's what I don't remember what happened after I was in the garden."
"Seems that way." She spoke. "There is no way for me to recover anything you lost, but maybe you will get your memories back, but you might be better off not remembering."
Hermione redressed once Narcissa had finished. She felt somewhat ashamed even though she hadn't done anything wrong, but someone had assaulted her, and Malfoy had to stick his neck out to try to help her. He had to come to his mother to have her heal her and try to figure out what happened. Now his mother knew she was active, but she made it seem like Hermione was letting anyone have their way with her, and this time she was assaulted because of her behavior. She had no idea that her son had been her one and only. That her own son referred to her as his possession. Hermione wouldn't say a word to her. She refused to say anything bad about Malfoy in front of his mother.
But what if his mother knew about him?
"All I can say Ms. Granger is to slow down." She spoke as she walked away from her. "You are on something right? I don't think it would be smart to get pregnant while trying to finish school."
"I'm on something so I don't get pregnant." She finally spoke up. "Thank you for taking the time to help me and heal my wounds."
Narcissa turned to face her. "Thank my son mudblood. I don't understand why he is fascinated by you, but if he's happy then I will leave him be, but if you cause problems for him and what he's working on I will not hesitate to make sure you are moved from that dorm one way or another. I am his mother and will do what I can for him to ensure he is happy and safe." With that, she left the room with Malfoy reentering and closing the door behind him.
Hermione frowned as she watched him close the door behind him. Once he was close enough, she lowered her head. "She can't reverse the spell, she thinks it was Obliviate, but it wasn't performed correctly…. She thinks by the way my body is that I was assaulted."
Malfoy nodded as he sat beside her. He was silent for a short time. She couldn't even look at him. She felt she had betrayed him. That she had somehow done something even though she hadn't. She didn't even know who would attack her like this or even erase her memories of what had happened. "I don't want you going to school for a few more days. I think your body needs time to fully heal and mentally I don't think you are ready."
"… Your mother said I've been active for a while." She spoke. "I didn't tell her about us."
Malfoy nodded. "Good girl." He spoke patting the top of her head.
She looked up to him with those words. Good girl. Was that his own way of saying he cared about her and was proud of her for doing good or was it more of you obey even without being told. "Malfoy?"
He tilted his head up. "What now?"
"What does this mean for us? Since I was assaulted?" She asked cautiously.
"It means I will not let my possessions be harmed again, that I need to take better care of her to ensure no one gets to taste you again." He smirked. He felt bad, but at the same time, he couldn't let her know how hurt he was feeling by the assault, how much he was blaming himself for the attack. She might not have remembered, but she was physically marked.
She looked at him with that blank stare again, the same one when she said it was what she was supposed to be doing. "You've been then the only one who hasn't hurt me Malfoy. Since after the war. Harry and Ron, they weren't supportive of me coming back to finish school. Ron was putting a lot of pressure on me to settle down with him, that I didn't need to finish school. He wanted the marriage, the kids. I just wasn't ready for that. I would have betrayed myself if I had gone that route. I wouldn't have been happy." She paused for a moment. "Even though this is an arrangement, I've had time to reevaluate what I want to do. With you, I can focus on my studies, but at the same time, I'm learning to be around people again who aren't just Harry, Ron, or his family."
"You trust me?" He asked.
"Yes, even though I'm caught off guard when you pull my knickers down and fuck me when you suddenly feel randy." She smiled faintly. "But do you think, maybe for a little bit, until I'm ready…"
"I don't feel comfortable touching you after someone has done this to you. I'm not a true monster after all. I have some dignity." He scoffed. "It's time to go home." He helped her to her feet and waited till she got her footing before they left for home. She didn't see his mother as they left, she barely got a glimpse of the other rooms as she was hurried along to the main study. He used the floo powder again, and once more they were home.