Sympathy For Devils

A/N: Hi! I wanted to thank you all for your reviews! You kick ass! I also wanna thank Audrey for being so fucking helpful and straightening out my chapters and posting my updates! If I ever had a fan club, you\'d so be my president cause you\'re on top of so much shit. lol I love you!
Well, onto the fic!
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Chapter 2


Hermione shifted nervously in her seat.

Draco hadn\'t spoken since the vehicle began to move.

He sat in the seat opposite her, his head down sorting through various pieces of parchment and making notes.

She kept his cloak bundled tightly around her naked form, looking around the car.

\"So...\" Hermione began, unsure of whether it was okay to speak or not. \"Uh....what are you doing?\"

\"I\'m making notes, Granger.\" he stated simply, not bothering to look up at her.

She frowned and looked around once again.

He sighed heavily, as if it were inevitable that he would have to speak to her.

\"I own a broom company.\" he said, eyes still scanning the parchment. \"We\'re introducing our new line in the upcoming weeks and I\'m just tying up some loose ends.\"

\"Oh.\" Hermione muttered, slightly grateful for the interaction.

\"You think the Firebolt was fast? Wait until you see the Lightning Rod.\"

He tossed a photo in Hermione\'s direction of a sleek, shiny broom. She studied it carefully. Though she had no previous experience, the broom did look fast.

\"That\'s....that\'s very nice Malfoy.\" she smiled slightly, handing him the picture back.

He stopped reading and looked up at her, eyes boring into her skin.

He studied her intently before sharply taking the picture from her hand.

His eyes turned back down to his parchment.

Hermione\'s eyes began to wander. They lighted on the door handle.

\"I wonder how fast this cars going?\" she bit down on her bottom lip. \"Maybe I could make a run for it...\"

\"Something on your mind, Granger?\" he drawled.

\"No, no nothing.\" she said, hanging her head.

His eyes darted up at her once again. This time he sat his quill down.

\"I won\'t tolerate lying. When I ask you a question, I expect it answered. Now, once again, something on you mind, Granger?\"

\"I...I was thinking of jumping from the car.\" she said, not looking up.

\"The muggles are all being round up as we speak. It would only be a matter or time before you were back on someone else\'s auction block. Just out of curiosity, where did you plan on going?\"

\"Anywhere...nowhere...I guess I wasn\'t finished thinking it through.\" she said as a tear slipped slowly down her cheek.

\"Yes, well, maybe I\'m biased due to the fact that I just paid a large sum of money for you, but if you think about it logically, you\'re better off where you are.\" he said, looking down at his work once again.

\"How do I know that?\" she muttered softly.

\"Because you\'re my possession now and I always take care of my belongings.\"

\"I\'m not your possession, Malfoy.\" she hissed, slightly angry.

\"I have a certificate here that says you are, so you\'d better watch your tone. I could snap your neck right now and throw you out the door into a ditch and no one would say a word to me.\" he said calmly, but dangerously. He moved from the seat opposite her to the seat beside her, pressing in close. \"And while we\'re on the topic, you spitting Malfoy at me just won\'t do. Master. Do you understand?\"

Hermione\'s mouth hung open as the realization of her situation hit her.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, then nodded slowly, her eyes holding clearly visible anger.

\"Good girl.\" he smirked. \"Now, let\'s hear it.\"

She inhaled sharply, as though to argue, but when she met the look in his eye she thought better of it.

\"M...Master.\" she stated through clenched teeth.

\"I think you can do better than that.\" he chuckled. \"Try it again. Softly this time. Purr it.\"

\"Master.\" she stated, loosening her clenched teeth, but not complying with his request.

\"That\'s okay.\" he smirked. \"We have the rest of your life to work on it. Ah, we\'ve arrived.\"

The car rolled to a stop. The door was opened by the chauffer and Malfoy stepped out, then extended his hand to help Hermione.

The mansion stretched out before her eyes. It was dark and haunting. There were large columns extending up from cascading steps. Windows were like large, black eyes that seemed to scowl down at her. It also held the promise of many rooms and towers tucked away inside.

Hermione groaned, which caught Malfoy\'s attention.

\"I have to clean all that?\" she sighed, her eyebrows furrowing together.

Draco laughed out loud.

\"Merlin no!\" he cried. \"I have elves for that.\"

She looked at him curiously.

\"Then what exactly am I here for?\" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

\"You are here for my entertainment, my dear.\" he stated with a smirk, putting emphasis on the word entertainment.

\"What?!?\" She cried. \"But...wha...you hate me!\"

\"Call it my final revenge on The Boy Who Tried And Failed.\" he chuckled lowly, taking her by the arm and ushering her inside the manor.

\"I should\'ve jumped for it.\" she thought, shaking her head unbelievingly as she was drug down several hallways.

Malfoy stopped in front of a large polished door with a coiled snake imbedded deep within it.

He pushed hard and the door swung open, revealing a master bedroom.

There was a grand king size mahogany framed bed with a dark green bedspread, accented by black sheets.

The bed hangings were dark green and silk.

The carpet was black and plush and felt good when Hermione stepped upon it.

She noticed a matching mahogany wardrobe, work desk, and nightstand placed about the room.

If she hadn\'t been there against her will, she would have been taken aback by the beauty of it all.

Malfoy snapped the door shut behind him, making Hermione jump.

She felt his form behind her, towering over her small frame.

His hands snapped out and pulled the cloak from around her.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body, burning into her skin.

He leaned in and she could feel his breath on her neck.

\"You\'re dirty.\" he whispered. \"and you smell horrible.\"

Hermione\'s eyes widened. This was definitely not what she expected him to say. It irritated her slightly that she was standing naked in front of a man and all he could think about was the current state of her hygiene.

“You’ll need to be bathed immediately.” he drawled, turning and not even giving a second glance to her naked form.

He pushed a small button on what seemed to be an intercom on the desk.

Not a minute afterward, two large men came barreling through the doors behind Hermione.

Draco leaned forward and spoke to the men in a tone too low for her to hear.

She was trying desperately to shield her naked body from their sight, but it was to no avail.

They seized her about the arms and drug her from the room.

Hermione kept her eyes closed most of the way. There was no need to walk.

The large hands the gripped her arms lifted her small frame off the ground as the carried her to an unknown destination.

Her stomach turned flip flops. Over and over it went, the feeling of dread and foreboding mixing sickeningly with anxiety.

A door opened and the soft smell of jasmine and honey filled her nostrils.

Hermione peeked an eye open and gasped.

She was in a beautiful bathroom, complete with golden faucets and ivory tiled floors. A large tub was in the middle of the room and bubbles floated in the air over water she was sure was wonderfully warm.

After a few days in a cage and a long ride bound in a caravan, her body ached for the water.

The men tossed her to the floor before giving her a once-over and leaving.

Hermione looked around the room wide-eyed for a moment.

After many moments of deliberation, she came to the conclusion the bath was most definitely for her.

She scrambled to her feet and over to the tub.

Slowly, she slipped her toes in. Then her legs.

When the water touched her back, she let out an involuntary whimper.

She was right. The water was warm and wonderfully scented and was cradling her body in comfort.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sighed deeply.

She was almost asleep when a voice startled her.

\"Are you almost done, dear?\" A small, plump woman with wispy gray hair and an extremely impatient look on her face asked.

\"Umm....almost I suppose.\" Hermione asked, sinking deeper down into the water to try and shield her naked body.

The woman gave a slight chuckle before shaking her head and walking away.

Hermione bathed quickly, smearing the sweet smelling soap over her body and wiping away the dirt and soot that had accumulated on her during her time with the slave trader.

The woman reentered the bathroom and held out a large, fluffy towel.

“In you go, love.” she smiled, bundling the towel around Hermione’s body. It was warm and snuggly and she frowned when the woman pulled it from her body, leaving her nude once again.

The woman bustled across the room to a table Hermione hadn\'t noticed before.

It had a cushioned headrest and a small cart of different oils and potion bottles positioned beside it.

\"Up here, please!\" the woman called, patting the table.

Hermione eyed it warily, but figured she really had no choice but to comply.

Once she was resting comfortably on her tummy, she was quite glad she did.

The woman began to massage a warm oil into her back, kneading and rolling them.

She tried to repress her involuntray groans, but she couldn\'t help it.

The massage ended much more quickly than she would have liked and she was pulled into sitting position.

\"Hmm....lets see now...\" the woman said, cocking her head to the side and studying Hermione carefully.

She raised her wand and mumbled a few words, smoothing Hermione\'s hair and making it fall in soft waves down her back.

\"There!\" she cried, smiling with pride. \"Thats all you really need. You\'re quite lovely, you know...\"

Hermione cheeks flushed pink.

\"Thank you.\" she smiled. \"Umm...am I going to be allowed to dress anytime soon?\"

Far too many people had seen her nude body in the past several hours and she was ready for a little coverage.

\"Of course darling.\" the woman stated and strolled over to a large wooden cabinet.

\"Put this on.\" she commanded.

Hermione held it up and examined it.

It was a spaghetti straped dress made of the softest material she\'d ever felt.

When she slipped it onto her body, she couldn\'t help but smile to herself and enjoy the feeling of the material rubbing against her skin.

\"Alright darling, this way!\"

A large door to her left opened and Hermione peered in.

There were many girls within.

Some chatting, others swimming and giggling.

They all actually looked very happy.

Her stomach suddenly turned.

\"Wait.....\" she thought in a panic. \"Please tell me I\'m not in a brothel...\"

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Audrey\'s Note :-) -- Audrey says that Sarah\'s a bitch for this evil cliffy (don\'t you agree?) .... and that we should start a fan club cuz damn it! I wanna be president of something!