What he wants

I don't own the characters, because if I did, you would be reading this in paperback form. Reviews are always welcome. Orion

Hermione struggled at the bind’s that held her hands together over her head. She had no idea what was happening to her until her captor already had her arm’s secured above her head.

“Calm down, Hermione,” a voice said, seeming to come from her right. She tried the binding once more only to feel it tighten to her wrist’s. “See what happens when you fight?” the voice asked again, this time coming from her left. She hadn’t heard any movement telling her the body that went with the voice had moved.

“Please, stop,” she pleaded. Even to her own ears, it sounded pathetic, but she was feeling rather pathetic, having her arms uncomfortably high above her head, her shirt had long since been gone.

She felt a hand move up her thigh and whined. Why was this happening to her now? She’d just gotten in the door of her flat when she’d felt an arm wrap around her middle and drag her to the bedroom. She wasn’t sure were she was now, the fact being that her eyes were covered as soon as she was in the room. For all she knew she could be miles and miles underground, in some torture chamber. That idea had her tugging on her restraints once more, causing them to tighten also.

“For someone so smart in school, you certainly don’t learn very quickly,” the male voice said, in front of her this time, before she felt the ties being loosened by slim fingers.

“Please, let me go,” she begged softly, knowing it was a plea made to be ignored.

“Now why would I want to do that?” the now amused voice asked, a finger tracing her jaw line before sweeping over the swell of her breast’s.

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that the action would help block out her situation. She had no such luck; for she soon felt the hand that had rested on her thigh begin to climb once more until it rested at the edge of her now soaked panties. Yes, she was aroused by this, by being out of control, at the will of someone else. It scared her a little but she liked that also.

“Are you getting into this, love?” the now calming voice asked, a mouth attaching itself to her neck.

She moaned low in her throat, loving the feel of her captor’s mouth on her, and the tongue that was being dragged across her neck. She was all the while thinking of whom it could be. The usual suspects had been crossed off her list when she was being dragged off to God knows where. Harry and Ron would have surprised her but they wouldn’t have taken it that far.

“Yessss…” she moaned, hoping to get another sentence out of him. The voice was so very familiar to her ear. All she couldn’t do was place it.

“Good girl. Now what else do you want?”

She thought hard about the voice and the person started taking shape in mind. He was taller than her, maybe five inches or so, she wanted to put grey to him, she didn’t know what maybe the last time she saw the person their hair was grey. No that wasn’t it, maybe their skin, no…..eyes. The person’s eyes were grey. She put the grey eyes on a thin, narrow face and went from there. She had felt the person's hair on her chest when he’d kissed her, or rather assaulted, her neck, it was like silk. All right, so put long-ish hair on the person, probably blond, brown or black wouldn’t go with grey eyes… oh God.

“Malfoy,” she said feebly, hoping and praying that she was wrong.

“So you are as smart they say you are,” the now confirmed voice of Draco Malfoy said, making sure to breathe on her neck as he insulted her.

“Let me go,” she demanded, tugging against the ties, forgetting that they tightened until she could barely feel her hands. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, giving up and dropping her shoulders, or as much as she could with her hands directly above her.

“Why shouldn’t I do it, Granger?” his voice trickled into her ears, a note of laugher mixing in.

“Bastard!” she spat, hoping he was in front of her.

“No, Granger, my parents were very married when I was conceived and born,” he said, the blindfold over her eyes becoming slack, but still hindering the view around her.

“Where am I?” she asked, her voice shaking. Last she’d heard, Malfoy had received the ‘Dark Mark’ and was resting comfortably at Voldemorts’ right hand.

“You’re in your room, Hermione,” he was confusing with the switching of names. “Why? Afraid the big, bad, Death Eater has come to hurt you?” he asked, pulling the blind fold completely off her face.

He’d changed, was the first thing through her mind. His eyes were still the steel grey color, but they had warmth in them, instead of the hatred that they held whenever he’d looked at her in school. His face was more mature in some way. She couldn’t tell what the exact difference was but she could tell there was a difference in the 17 year old that had left Hogwarts and the 20 year old that stood in front of her now. He was staring at her, obviously thinking the same thing, because his eyes were searching hers then going back to study her nose and mouth. She felt her cheeks grow warm and looked away; looking around to confirm that she was indeed in her bedroom.

“Would you please let me go?” she asked, tilting her head back at staring at the binds, which seemed to be a belt that held her arms.

She looked at him after he didn’t answer her to find him looking at her, his eyes going hard again.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about first,” he said reaching up and unhooking the belt that had been attached to a hook that was floating in mid-air. “As I’m sure you’ve heard Lucius is dead,” he said flatly as he brought her hands down and pushed her to a sitting position on her bed.

“I wasn’t aware. I’m sorry for your loss.” She said, shifting uncomfortably, trying to figure out what that had to do with anything.

“I’m not sorry about it, though. That mean’s I have freedom, after all the years of being ruled under him. Almost receiving that damned Mark.” Draco spat at the last word as he unwound the leather strap from her wrists, massaging the reddened flesh that was exposed from it.

“Oh, so you’re not a Dea…..a Death Eater?” she asked timidly.

“No, Hermione, I’m not a Death Eater, despite my father’s attempts. But enough about him, I bet you’re wondering why I’m here.” He said, rubbing his hands together.

“Yeah, the thought crossed my mind once or twice.” She muttered, rolling her eyes and looking away.

“Well sense you’re so eager to know, I’ll tell you. My father deprived me of a free will; I wasn’t aloud anything I wanted. Only what he wanted for me.” The blond started.

“I’m sorry but I don’t see how I tie in.” she said with a sigh.

“Cut to the chase then I guess.” He said with a sigh. “What I’ve always wanted, my dear Hermione was you.” he said, watching her face as the words sank in. “Now that my father is gone. I’m free to have whatever I want. This means, I get you.”

Hermione went deathly pale at his last words. She didn’t know what to think. Malfoy wanted her. Oh God! That was the last thought before everything went black.

Draco looked down at the form of Hermione Granger, passed out at his feet.

“Well that went well.” He said under his breath.