Chained To You

A/N—I want to share my thoughts on "Bound to You," a captivating new story by Danish Girl. This narrative is actually a continuation of another tale called "Unbelievably," which you should read first to appreciate the characters and plot developments fully. I remember reaching out to the author some time ago, and she graciously agreed to let me expand on my ideas for this sequel. However, it's been quite a while—over five to seven years—since that conversation took place. I'm excited to see how the story has evolved and what new directions it will take!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; I only have this plotline that I got from reading unbelievably.

Summary: After coming back from the other world, Hermione finds that the bracelet that binds her to Malfoy came with her. She is determined to find a way to get rid of it once and for all. However, the Malfoy in her world comes in and along for the ride. Can the two care for each other? Or will they continue to hate each other?

Rating: M

Genre: Horror and Drama and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Draco and Hermione [ Friends and not lovers]

Type: Sequel Story and Requested story [ I asked the author to do this story many years ago]

Warnings: No-con/Rape, illegal potion making and consuming said potion, Underage pregnancy.

Characters: Hermione, Draco, Blaise, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Theo, and many more. Voldemort is mentioned but not shown in this story.

Previous – last chapter of 'Unbelievably-Last thing that happens at the end of Unbelievably.

Hermione looked down and noticed a beautiful silver bracelet. She looked at it, and suddenly, she felt it burn on her skin. Tiny letters were now engraved on it, and she had to take it closer to see what they said.

"Property of Draco Malfoy?" she read.

'Oh shit! Not again!' she thought, looking at Malfoy's shocked face.

Chapter One

Hermione stared up at Malfoy, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and disbelief as she instinctively drew her arm closer to her body, obscuring her wrist with the dark fabric of her school uniform. With every step he took closer, she felt her heart race, an overwhelming sense of dread flooding her senses. It was as if the memory of her past encounter in a different world had seeped back into her thoughts, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Malfoy, towering over her diminutive figure, paused mid-stride, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face. His sharp gaze flicked down to her wrist, fixating on the ominous bracelet that read "Property of Draco Malfoy." Confusion etched his features as he pondered why this once unyielding girl was so visibly frightened of him now. Over the years, Hermione Granger had never flinched in his presence—she had always met his taunts and jeers with defiance and sharp wit. The fear that radiated from her now was both unsettling and intriguing; it wasn't the kind of reaction he had ever expected to elicit from her.

"Granger, for instance," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the surprise from Blaise, who stood nearby, evident in the way his eyes widened at the unfolding scene.

Hermione remained silent, her gaze fixed somewhere over Malfoy's shoulder as if she were trying to escape to a different place entirely.

With an impatient snap of his fingers, Malfoy broke the stillness that enveloped them. "Snap!" The sound echoed in the air, jolting Hermione from her paralyzing fear. She blinked rapidly, her focus shifting back to him as the moment of terror began to dissipate, though the remnants clung to her.

"I...ii…can…,'' she stammered, her voice shaky and barely audible, a testament to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. In a frantic rush, she snatched up her books, her hands trembling, and bolted from the Potions classroom, oblivious to the concerned voice of Professor Snape calling out after her.

Behind her, Malfoy's interest was piqued; this was a side of Hermione he had never seen before, and he was determined to uncover the reasons behind it. There was something deeper at play here, and he intended to find out what had changed between them.

…. Hermione…..

Hermione sprinted down the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, her heart racing and a sense of dread piling up in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that Draco Malfoy was lurking somewhere, ready to confront her. The memory of their last encounter hung heavy in her mind, and the implications of what he wanted from her made her stomach churn.

Tightly gripping the bracelet at her waist—a delicate piece of jewelry that seemed out of place, even in the magical realm—she wondered why it had followed her to this world. It should have remained with another version of Hermione, in another universe entirely. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. As she rounded the corner, the familiar sound of the Hogwarts bells chimed, signalling the start of her next class. Relieved that her schedule did not include any Slytherins, she briskly made her way to the greenhouse where her Herbology class with Hufflepuff awaited her.

As she settled into her seat among her fellow Gryffindors, she felt the weight of their curious stares pressing down on her. They seemed eager for an explanation, questions lingering in the air like the scent of damp earth after rain. But Hermione wasn't ready—not yet. The incidents of her recent ordeal felt raw and unprocessed, and she was not prepared to share the tangled threads of her story, especially concerning the dark encounter with Malfoy from the other world. Only Ginny knew the entire harrowing truth. Ginny had promised to keep that secret close, and Hermione cherished the unspoken bond of trust between them.

During class, Hermione ignored the unsettling thoughts and focused on her notes about magical plants. An hour passed, and when the lesson concluded, she and her friends, Harry and Ron, made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. An undercurrent of tension gnawed at Hermione as she detected the worried glances her friends exchanged. They were obviously concerned, knowing bits and pieces of her troubled experiences from the other world, a place they had all unanimously deemed a nightmare.

Once in the Great Hall, Hermione quickly consumed her meal, the food almost tasteless compared to the turmoil churning inside her. After swallowing the last bite, she decided to confide in her friends about the bracelet that Malfoy had maliciously gifted her—a tool meant for control rather than adornment. The anger flickering in their eyes spoke volumes; they didn't need to voice their disgust for Malfoy's actions. They listened intently as Hermione explained her plan to research this bizarre artifact without drawing Malfoy's attention.

With a deep breath, she excused herself, leaving the Great Hall amidst their concerned glances. As she made her way to the library, she remained oblivious to a set of piercing grey-silver eyes that followed her every move, lingering just long enough to soak in her departure before their owner vanished from sight.

Upon entering the library, Hermione noticed the absence of Madam Pince, the librarian. Likely taking her lunch break, Hermione thought. She headed straight for the section designated for enchanted items, magical objects, and scholarly works on mind control. The shelves towered above her, filled with dusty tomes and scrolls brimming with ancient knowledge. She felt a rush of determination coursing through her; she would uncover the truth about this bracelet and the dark intentions tied to it—this time, on her terms.

Hermione Granger carefully selected three books from the shelves, her fingers gliding over the spines as she sought out the knowledge contained within them. Determined, she carried them to a nearby seat, completely unaware that she was not alone. Just behind her, Draco Malfoy sauntered forward, his presence exuding an unsettling confidence.

"Granger?" he called out, his voice cutting through the quiet ambiance of the library.

Startled, Hermione gasped and leaped from her seat, her heart racing as she turned to face him. Malfoy loomed over her, his long, slender arms extending onto the table, effectively trapping her within the confines of her own space.

"Granger, I think you're avoiding me. I told you to explain that bracelet," Malfoy said, his tone dripping with impatience and authority. His piercing gray eyes searched hers, demanding an answer that she seemed unwilling to provide

"...," Hermione began, but the words stuck in her throat, a jumble of confusion and fear preventing her from forming a coherent response.

"Granger!" Malfoy snapped, his irritation palpable. He was used to the way her gaze would shadow with fear in his presence, and while he often found some enjoyment in that, today was different. Today, he craved understanding, and she held the answers he sought.

Before she could respond, a confident and familiar voice sliced through the tension. "Step away from Hermione, ferret." The voice belonged to Ginny Weasley, who had abruptly appeared, her vibrant red hair a striking beacon against the subdued library backdrop.

Malfoy instinctively stepped back, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he felt Ginny's wand pressing into his back, a clear reminder of the danger he posed.

"Hermione, let's get going," Ginny said, her voice softening as she turned to her friend, offering a warm smile that promised safety.

Grateful for the intervention, Hermione quickly sidestepped Malfoy and linked arms with Ginny. Together, they hurried out of the library, leaving behind a furious Malfoy who was seething at the interruption. The pair made their way toward the Gryffindor tower, where they found refuge from the ongoing drama.

Once they were safely away, Hermione confided in Ginny, recounting everything that had transpired, including the revelation about the bracelet. The dramatic moments seemed to evoke a chorus of gasps and exclamations from Ginny, who hung onto each word, horrified at what her friend had endured.

As Ginny's eyes fell upon the bracelet that clung stubbornly to Hermione's wrist, her expression shifted to one of disbelief. "Hermione, you…"

"I know; I just don't understand how it ended up here or why I have it," Hermione admitted, her voice tinged with frustration and vulnerability. The questions weighed heavily upon her, and a sense of dread loomed in her thoughts.

Before they knew it, the lunch hour had slipped away, and Hermione was headed toward Defense Against the Dark Arts class, where she would face not only the Slytherins but also her swirling anxieties. As she approached the classroom, she spotted her best friends, Harry and Ron, waiting by the door. The three of them entered together, their camaraderie a comforting presence amid the unease.

Settling into her seat beside Harry, Hermione attempted to clear her mind while Ron took his usual spot behind her next to Neville. The latter was still feeling guilty about a potion mishap that had left Hermione with an unfortunate injury. She waved off his apologies, insisting she was fine, though internally, she grappled with a different truth. The bracelet felt like a burden, a chain tying her to an enigma she desperately needed to unravel.

A chill ran down Hermione's spine as she sensed a pair of eyes boring into her back, sending a shiver through her. She instinctively knew who it was: Malfoy. The thought made her long for the day to end, yearning for the solace of her books and an escape from the cursed bracelet that clung to her wrist—an unsettling reminder of the power it held over her. Memories of her life in that world flooded her mind, and with the bracelet's influence looming over her, she felt a constant anxiety. If Malfoy ever uncovered its secret, she could be compelled to betray her friends, and that thought alone set her heart racing.

After diligently transcribing the professor's lecture notes, Hermione turned her attention to a new page in her worn notebook, scribbling down potential spells and strategies to free herself from the bracelet's grasp. With a sigh, she lifted her gaze to the front of the classroom, curious to know what spell they would be practicing that day.

"Today, class, we will be duelling. However, I will be selecting your opponents," their professor announced, his voice resonating with a commanding authority that set the room on edge.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. She silently pleaded to whatever fates might be listening that she wouldn't be paired with Malfoy. The notion of facing him made her stomach twist; she knew he wouldn't hesitate to employ any means necessary to probe her for answers she wasn't prepared to give.

"Malfoy and Granger," the professor finally called, and at that moment, the world around her seemed to freeze. Hermione's heart plummeted, and the room's chatter faded into a distant murmur as she turned reluctantly to meet Malfoy's gaze. His trademark smirk, confident and taunting, was already plastered across his face as he strode toward her, making the space between them feel charged with impending confrontation.

"Granger," he drawled, his voice smooth and laced with an unsettling amusement that set Hermione's heart racing for all the wrong reasons.

A/N - And that's where I'll leave you for now! I truly hope you've enjoyed the journey so far. Your support means the world to me. Thanks for reading, and I can't wait to share more with you soon!