A/N A little bit of violence and non-con be warned. -NW

Hermione whimpered quietly before she tried to stand. There was no way she was going to let him have the upper hand if she could help it. She was going to stand. When she did, she surveyed the room. It was more like a suite. The large, paneled room had an enormous canopy bed covered in a soft coverlet of green velvet with cream sheets. There was a large walk-in closet, an equally impressive bathroom with gold faucets, a fireplace with a green damask gilded couch and chair in front of it, a small library of a few thousand books, tables and chairs a plenty, art on the walls, large windows that looked out over a hedge maze and trimmed lawn. In short, A room fit for a Malfoy heir.

Draco had gone to a table on the far side of the room where a crystal decanter and some glasses sat. He poured two drinks and then came back to her handing it over. "Here. Drink this Princess. It'll put hair on your chest."

She lifted it to her lips to sip. The burning liquid gave her a bit more courage as the pain in her body started to subside. "Stop calling me that ridiculous name Malfoy."

"You were the Gryffindor princess, were you not? Would you prefer whore?"

He took his glass and crossed the room to his massive bed, sitting on the edge sipping. The sound of the ice tinkling as if it was just a quiet drink with friends. Hermione looked around the room nervously clutching the weapon he had inadvertently given her. Draco sneered at her. "Don't bother. This whole suite is warded for silence and to keep you in. If you try to get out, you'll get a bad shock. But don't take my word for it. Go ahead and try I won't stop you." He lay back next to the headboard with his hand behind his neck grinning in anticipation of her pain.

Hermione knew he was telling the truth but had to try. She threw her glass at the window and desperately ran to the door. The moment she touched the doorknob an electrical shock struck her hard enough to cause second degree burns. She cried out in pain holding her wrist as she watched the blisters form on her palm. Her glass had not even scratched the window pane.

"Well, I hope you won't need another demonstration, princess. Stay away from the door and windows unless you want more of the same. Even if you were to use something wrapped around your hand it would still burn you. Even if by some miracle you got out the door, the hallway would incinerate you." She held her hand to her chest wincing. He got off the bed and came to her as she leaned against the wall. "You're pathetic. Let me see." Draco gently took her wrist and turned the palm up, hissing as he saw the injury. He used his wand to heal her, and she sighed in relief watching where he stowed his wand after. "Good gods you stink Granger. When was the last time you bathed?" He went back to the table for another pour.

Hermione straightened her spine where she stood, looking defiant. "I haven't been staying at the Savoy you cockroach. Oddly enough there wasn't a whole lot of opportunity for that sort of thing in the Forest of Dean. Warming water for the basin we used was a time-consuming job and didn't afford much help."

He clinked the stopper back in the crystal container and calmly walked back over to her. When he came within reach, the back of his hand contacted her cheek in a sudden assault. The ring on his third finger leaving a bloody scratch. She landed on the floor dazed. His voice was cold and measured as he looked at her shocked face. "Let's get something straight. I own you. Right now, father is frantically searching for you. He intends to lock you in the dungeon and hand you back over to Voldy. You can guess how angry our lord is after losing Nagini to your boyfriend's little stunt." Draco's voice lowered an octave as if it came from a grave. He kneeled in front of her. "When he catches you, He's going to take that anger out on you princess." Draco went to sit back on the bed and began taking his shoes and socks off. "There is talk of burning you at the stake like the muggles used to do to witches. Only muggles can't keep you alive and conscious until the flames destroy your vital organs. Voldy can."

He was comfortable once again on the bed looking at her pale face. Her lip split from his blow. "I'm taking an awful chance hiding you from Him. If He finds out where you are, He'll kill my whole family. Can you possibly think your life is more valuable to me than my mother's? So you can drop the Gryffindor bravery bullshit, and I'll make this simple. If you disobey me, if you try to escape, if you give me reason to strike you again, I'll hand you over and you'll be watching your toes burst into flame. I mean it, Granger. I intend to see to it that you make this risk worth my while. You'll do whatever I want, whenever I want. Is that clear?"

Hermione had listened to him in horror. The implications of what he wasn't saying, twisting her stomach into knots. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and nodded.

"I SAID, IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes Draco." Hermione whispered.

"Good. That wasn't so bad, was it? Now go into the bathroom and scrub that three inches of filth off you. There are pajamas and a robe in there. When you come out there will be food. I expect you to eat something."

"Yes Draco." She started on wobbly legs and turned to the bathroom.

"And Granger! Leave those filthy clothes here. I'll have a house elf burn them. They're probably full of bugs."

Hermione's eyes grew wide, and she began to object until she saw the fire in his eyes. He was testing her. She had no choice and began to lift her jumper off. The garment fell to the floor. She hesitated for only a moment until Draco sat up suddenly as if to come to her. She flinched and undid the button and zipper on her jeans letting them fall to the floor. Hermione covered her breasts with her arms and closed her eyes to hide her humiliation, pretending he wasn't there.

"GRANGER! LOOK AT ME! There will be no hiding from me. Drop your arms. When you remove your clothing from now on, you will do so in my full view, or you won't have any clothes to remove." He got up and came to her, grinning like a fiend, circling like a shark.

The sound of the ice in his glass tinkled as he moved. "I need to make sure you're not hiding anything." His fingers began to skim across her body. He came to the clasp of her bra and pulled roughly until it released. She let it fall to the floor. Draco stood very close behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging it up to squeeze her breast. She was trembling, petrified. Draco's breathing was hot in her ear. "Now the panties." She bent over to pull them off, his obvious erection hard against her ass. "That's it princess. Slowly now." When they too joined the rest on the floor he let go and circled around to her front, giving her a close inspection. "A little thin, but we'll fix that."

He grabbed her jaw and pulled her face up to look at him. Her tears having no effect. "This is your life now princess. You're mine to do with as I please. I've been waiting a long time for this. But don't worry. There will be rewards if you please me… and my friends. For now, we'll just start with a bath." He let her go and turned his back to get another drink and lay on the bed. "Remember. Behave. It's me or the stake. Make your choice."