Lord of the Land

Warning: There is an attempted rape in this chapter..


Hermione did her farm duties like she always did, but
stopped from time to time to wonder where Harry was
and what he was doing. The days seem to drag on
forever.

All her aunt and uncle talked about were that someone
had expressed an interest in marrying Hermione, and
that the families were going to meet the following
day.

“Who are you trying to marry me off to?” Hermione
asked. “Don’t I have a say in the matter? It is my
life after all.”

“No you don’t have a say. You are going to cost us
money.” her uncle replied. “They want more of a dowry
for you. You’re not a real beauty; you would have cost
us less months ago when you came of parental
consent age.” He sneered.

“I’d be happier staying here and helping out after all
it is my land too. I work and tend to it as well as you do.
This is my home. Wait a couple months and I’ll find
my own husband when I’m of legal age. Or better yet let me go to school,” Hermione spattered at him.

The next day Hermione was called from the garden and
sent upstairs to her bedroom.
Two older women and a sleazy looking man asked her
questions for an hour and proceeded to poke and prod
her teeth, ears, and throat, examining her.

Then the man told her to disrobe, and Hermione shocked
said, “No, what for?”

“To see if your virtue is intact,” he said smiling and
patting the bed.

“My word should be good enough.” Hermione said.

The two witches pulled out their wands and the next
second Hermione was on the bed.

“Now this is not going to hurt… much,” the man said.

The man started to pull up Hermione’s skirts and
pulled down her undergarments, Hermione yelled in
protest. He bent her knees up and started to push them
apart slowly, breathing heavily. Hermione mind was
burning. Hermione felt his cold hands between her
legs.

Somehow she found the strength to get one of her legs
free from the spell, and not only had she kicked his
hands away, but she also kicked his head, knocking him
backwards… unconscious.

Hermione ran out of the house into the garden where
she found her aunt.

“Why did you let them do that to me? You could have
told me; warned me. God, that man was disgusting. You
let him touch me like that.” she cried.

Her aunt looked confused and shaking her head
carelessly said
“I’m sure it wasn’t the bad. The family just wants to
make sure you’re healthy. You’re over reacting Hermione.”

“It was humiliating,” Hermione said angrily. Her aunt
didn’t even look up at her.

Hermione ran into the field and into an old green
house they used for storing food and supplies. There
she sat and cried.

‘Who were they marrying her off to? To some old man? Is
that why they didn’t tell her?’ She wondered.

Hermione snuck back to the house and grabbed the paper that was on the stoop and went back to the green house.

Hermione looked in the papers to see if any old men
had lost their wife recently. The paper only came out
twice a month and it was usually full of ridiculous
gossip. She looked at the new paper. No news of a husband
burying his wife was in this one. But someone was getting
married or rumored to being engaged again: Lord Harry
Potter.

There, on the top of the page Hermione saw a picture
of the Lord of the land. She couldn’t believe her
eyes. It was an old picture, but she recognized his
hair, eyes and scar. It was her Harry.

She went back to the house a few hours later, after
calming down.

She heard her uncle Richard talking about the Malfoys
and how Annie should have married Draco months ago
instead of Hermione, and that Hermione should have
been the one they put in the ground with her mother.

Hermione heard that she was to marry Draco in a
month, before they could change their minds, or ask
for more livestock and gold for dowry.

Hermione had heard enough. She felt guilty enough for not being there with her mother while tending the sick. But hearing they wished her died along with her mother just broke her heart.
Not that she could blame them, they missed their daughter.

Hermione didn’t want to hear any more and went upstairs to her
room.

No wonder they hadn’t told her who she was marrying.

She hated the Malfoys. Draco was a mean horrible boy
growing up. He bullied people, and his father was
worse. They looked very handsome, almost angel like
appearance with their blonde white hair, blue-grey eyes and
fair pureblood skin.
Hermione cousin would have fit in with her beauty and
fair skin.
Draco liked Annie, and she thought he was handsome.

That night, Hermione cried herself to sleep.

*** *** ***

The next day she got an owl from Harry, all it read
was:
‘Please meet me at the fishing tree at sunset.
H.’

Hermione wasn’t sure if she should meet with him.
After all he was probably engaged, and she was engaged
or just about.

She went to the fishing spot at sunset. There was a
blanket with pillows laid out, two bottles of wine,
assorted chunks of cheeses, meats, bread, fruits and
small cakes.

Harry walked up behind her silently,
“I hope you are hungry.”

She turned to see Harry dressed in formal wear.

“You didn’t tell me to dress up.” Hermione paused,
lowered her head and curtsied,
“My Lord.” looking up at him with a ‘why didn’t you
tell me who you are.’ expression on her face.

Harry’s face showed a bit of surprise and annoyance.

“No. I’m Harry. To you I’m just Harry.” he drew in a
breath and sighed. “I was going to tell you who I was
tonight.” indicating his dress.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asked.

“I was having too much fun.” Harry stated.

“Laughing at me behind my back?” she said, getting
angry.

“No, just being a regular person with you. There were
no expectations, nothing I had to show or not show. To
feel free to say or do anything I wanted, and you
wouldn’t be on your guard to be polite or appropriate. I’m
usually prim and proper. It’s like being starched and ironed
all the time. With you I could be me for once. Do you understand me?”

Hermione nodded.

“Please sit down and eat.” Harry smiled.

Hermione looked at the small feast. “Are you
celebrating something like an engagement?”

“No! I’m not engaged, bloody papers.” Harry said
angrily letting out a sigh.

“I wanted this to be a wonderful evening, but I have
to tell you a few things. Well, you already know who I
am. I went to London to mend things with my Uncle and
Aunt, the ones who hate me and I allowed them select
several possible brides for me about a month ago, just
before I met you.”

He paused.

“I met with one of them in London,” he said. “It was
horrible, she hated me, but she wanted my money and
title.”
Harry poured some wine into the glasses.
“I have to meet the three others in the next three
months.” he took a sip of the wine.

“I told my family about you, my godfather and Lupin, a
family friend. They want to meet you,”

“What about you aunt and uncle?” she asked.

“They want me to forget you or just get you out of my
system.” Harry said.
Hermione looked at her wine and drank some of it.

“What did you tell them?” she asked.

“How wonderful you are, kind, and fun, I think.” he
paused.

“Harry,” she took another gulp of wine, and finished
it off.
“May I have more wine please?” she asked, trying work
up the courage to tell him about her marriage to Draco
Malfoy. She drank some of it down, but it didn’t help.


“Harry,” she whispered as tears weld up in her eyes.
Her throat started to get tight and her voice started
to pitch up.
“They’re marrying me off.” and she started weeping.

“Marrying you off… to who?” he was in shock.
“No one came to see you but me for the last few
weeks. Were you betrothed to this person?”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down,
“No. My cousin was going to marry him, but she died.
For some reason he wants to marry me now, but it’s
costing my family a lot for my dowry.”

“Whom was she supposed to marry?” Harry asked.

“Draco Malfoy. He’s an awful mean bully and I don’t
want to marry him,” she said angrily. “They did
unspeakable things to me yesterday. They sent two
women and a horrible sleazy man to examine me,”
Hermione pulled her legs inwards into a fetal
position. “To check if I was still a virgin.”

“Are you alright?” Harry asked.

With an angry voice she said
“It was humiliating, but I got him. I kicked him in
the face.”

“Hermione, do you know when you are to get married?”
Harry asked.

“About month, before they can change their minds.”

“That soon? We have to come up with something fast,
but you’re not his, not yet.”

Harry moved closer to her on the blanket. He had his
chin on her shoulder as they looked at the sunset.

“Please take this the right way. I don’t want to get
married, but my family is really on my back about it.
I don’t want to marry someone I don’t know. I want to
marry someone I care about, and who will care about
me, and not just my title or money,” he paused and
looked at her with a quizzical look.
“Hermione, would you want to be married to me, I mean
I can’t ask you now because I have to meet these other
women first. I have to meet them and tell them that I
don’t want to marry them. It’s only polite. Well?”

“I never thought about it really, I didn’t think I
would ever get married. Anne was the one who got the
proposals, not me. I was supposed to go school.”

Hermione looked at him. His face was so close to her,
his hands cupped her face, and he leaned towards her
for a kiss. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, but
her aunt’s voice rang in her head and she drew away.

“No, don’t pull away from me, please.” Harry begged.
He looked into her eyes, and pushed back a few strands
of her hair away from her face, and ran his fingers
through her hair.

“You must have known I was fond of you.” he
asked.

“I thought you just wanted a friend. I didn’t think you
were courting me. You haven’t asked to meet my family,”
Hermione commented.

“Well, I wanted to tell you who I was before coming
over and surprising your family,” he said and smiled.
He inched closer to Hermione.

“Please don’t,” Hermione sighed, “My aunt told me that
if I let a man kiss me on the lips he’ll think he owns
me, and he’ll take my heart and break it.”

“Then, may I kiss your cheek?” he asked.

“Yes.” Hermione said coyly.

He kissed her cheek and let out a sigh near her ear,
down her neck that made Hermione swoon. Hermione eyes
opened when Harry kissed the palm of her hand. His
eyes looked up into hers as he planted another kiss on
her palm. It felt like he was kissing her heart and
soul as a warm wave washed over her.

“What are you doing to me Harry?” she asked
breathlessly.

“Wooing you, making you fancy ME.” he hummed out
softly. He gently planted kisses from her palm to her
wrist, all the way up her arm and shoulder.
He made his way to her neck engulfing it with his lips
and mouth. Then he moved to whatever skin was exposed
on her back, kissing and biting. Again he went around
her neck sucking and kissing it.

Hermione had to shake her head out of the cloud that
it was in.
Harry just smiled with a satisfied look on his face.
Harry popped a piece of cheese and bread into his
mouth.
Hermione drank some more of her wine, and then started
to eat some bread and some sweet ham. They ate and
talked softly.
But they kept looking into each other’s eyes, knowing
they wanted more.

Hermione was falling in love.
She knew it was going to be hard to get out of the marriage agreement. They both knew it. Harry was going to have an easier
time turning down the women he had to meet.

Harry offered Hermione a cherry, and she smirked,
wondering if he was going to feed it to her, or if she
was going to be wearing it.
She bit into cherry cautiously, watching Harry. He
just let the fruit linger at her mouth for a moment
and he ran it against her lips. He put the cherry to
his lips and ate around the seed.
“This was a very lucky cherry,” he said.

“Why do you say that?” Hermione asked laughing.

“It got to feel your lips. I’m not asking to kiss your
lips yet, because when I do I won’t stop there. So
I’ll wait until we are both free from our obligations
to our families.”
They ate leaning up against each other, Harry’s arm
around her shoulders.

*** *** ***

Hermione woke up feeling the cold breeze hitting her
face. Her eyes opened to see Harry leaning against the
tree.

“Harry, wake up! We fell asleep.” Hermione said
alarmingly, as she shook him.

Harry woke up with a start, “Damn. Hermione, go home I
don’t want you to get in trouble.”

The sun wasn’t up just yet and the fog was thick,
soaking into their clothes.
She bent down and kissed him on the cheek, and ran as
fast as she could. Getting to her house, she climbed
up the tree by her bedroom window.
She peeled off her clothes that were wet with sweat
and the wetness of the fog. The house was quiet. Hermione
slid into her bed, remembering what it felt like
having Harry’s arms around her all night.

Hermione got to sleep for an hour before her aunt woke
her up.
She filled the cart with jarred vegetables and fruits and went to the market.

Her cart was almost empty when she heard a disturbance at the end of the market.


She looked up to see what it was. It was Draco Malfoy.
He was yelling at the market workers for not having
the things he wanted, and knocking over carts
spilling goods onto the ground.

Hermione froze for a moment, and then she thought
‘This is the man her uncle chose to be her husband.’
She felt embarrassed already. She was lost in her
thoughts for a long time when she suddenly realized
that Draco was right in front of her.

He called to her. Hermione looked up to face him. He was
getting off his horse.
“Hello Miss Granger, lovely day don’t you think?”
Draco asked.

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy can I help you with something?” she
asked praying that he would just say no and go away.

“I’ve come to take a look at your goods,” he was
giving her a once over, “You have very appetizing
fruits,” he said with a smirk on his face.

Hermione said nothing. She just wanted him to go away.
He picked up a pear and sniffed it. Looking at
Hermione again he bit in to it.

“Mmmm it’s ripe, juicy and sweet. Here, have a bite.”
Draco extended the pear to her lips. Hermione turned
her face away.

“I know what they taste like, we grown them.” Hermione
remarked.

“Yes, you do and you’ve grown very ripe too I see,” he
said quietly to her face.
He put his hand that had the pear in it on her
shoulder.
“We are having a marriage contract made up this
evening, you and your uncle are to come over and have
a discussion about it. You’ll get to see where you’ll
be living in a while. Maybe we’ll even have some fun.”
He said as his finger trailed up her neck and chin.

A voice shouted Draco’s name and Hermione saw a very
pale woman on a horse with white/blonde hair and cold
blue eyes. Her expression was a very angry one.

“Draco, come on, you’re wasting time here. I want to
go back home. It smells here.” she whined.

“Posy, I’m glad you’re here. This is Miss Hermione
Granger.” Draco said. Posy just glared at Hermione
with a look of disgust, “Yes, I see.” And she kicked
her horse to gallop away.

“Well, I’ll see you this evening.” And he got back on
his horse and galloped away.

Hermione was getting ready to leave as she sold the
last of her jarred fruits. She saw a hooded man
helping the merchants whose carts were knocked over by
Draco. He picked up the fruits and other items and
put them back in their carts. She noticed that he
was giving them gold pieces as well.
Just as she was about to move her cart the hooded
person stood in front of it.

“Did the Malfoys destroy anything of yours?” he asked.

Hermione recognized the voice and looked at him. There
was a smile in the shadow of the hood. She curtsied.

“No my Lord, nothing of mine was destroyed.” Hermione
said softly.

“ It’s strange. No one wants to make a formal complaint about the Draco Malfoy. I can’t do much with out one,” Harry commented.

“ No one would,” Hermione said softly, “ Lucius Malfoy curses whole families. No one is going to complain when they’re all scare of that family.”

~~~~~~~

Once more Harry walked Hermione home, and helped her
put the cart in the barn when an egg was suddenly
thrown at them.
In the loft of the barn there was an ugly gnome and
it was about to throw another egg.

Hermione started to climb up the ladder quickly. The
gnome pushed the ladder off when she was more than
half the way up, and the ladder started to fall.

Hermione let out a scream and slid off the ladder, but
Harry caught her and they both fell onto a pile of
hay, Hermione landing on top of Harry. The ladder slid
off the higher pile of hay and was about to hit them
when Harry rolled them off the pile of hay, this time,
he ending on top.

“Are you all right Hermione?” he asked, looking
concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” she said quietly looking into his
eyes, which were staring into hers. His hand went to
her cheek and ear. She could feel herself getting
lightheaded as she leaned her face into his hand. He
let out a low moan as his lips hovered over hers and
were just about to touch when the barn door flew open.

Harry rolled off Hermione quickly to see that her
uncle was standing at the entrance of the barn.
Hermione stared at her uncle.

“What’s going on? I heard someone scream. Who are you?
And what are you doing here?”

“Uncle Richard I’m fine. I fell off the ladder and...”
Hermione started to explain.

Her uncle picked up a pitchfork and turned to Harry,
pressing it against his chest.

”No, Uncle Richard! He caught me.” she tried to
explain.

“I’m sure he caught you. More like I caught both of
you.” he ranted on.

“He was helping me put the cart in the barn. There’s a
gnome getting into the eggs up in the loft, I went up
the ladder to get it and I fell. Harry caught me.” she
said very quickly.

“He was on top of you, Hermione.” he shouted at her.

“This is a misunderstanding, sir.” Harry said, getting
up and backing up away from the weapon. He bumped into
a pile of hay, and it fell on his head.

“Who are you?” Uncle Richard demanded, sticking the
pitchfork harder in to Harry’s chest again. Harry brushed
the hay off his head and the man saw his face and
scar. Richard dropped the pitchfork and fell to his
knees.

“My lord, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was you.”
Uncle Richard said. He peeked at Hermione,
“Get down you stupid girl, do you know who this is. We could be
hung for this.”

“You’re not in trouble, just keep this to yourselves.
I’ll just go now.” Harry walked out of the barn and
Hermione followed him.

“That was not the way I wanted to introduce myself to
your family. My Godfather was to be here to talk to
your uncle or father. He must have left already.”
Harry said glancing around.

“I was hoping for some good news,” he took Hermione’s
hand.
“I was hoping my godfather could convince your uncle
to change his mind about you marrying into the
Malfoys. In six months you and I could marry.” Harry
commented.

A carriage drove up and Harry immediately walked over
to it. He talked to the person inside. He looked
disappointed, looked down to the ground and turned to
Hermione. Harry embraced her and said,
“We’ll think of something. They are writing up the
marriage contract tonight. Try to remember what is
written.” Then he got into the carriage.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hermione dressed up for the dinner at the Malfoys. She
wore an old high collar dress cream and beige dress, but
still in fashion for the occasion with some of her
hair pulled back.

The Malfoy mansion looked big and dark at sunset. The
clouds hiding the sun looked big and dark as it
started to rain.

They were invited into the sitting room and told that
the dinner would be ready in half an hour.

Posy offered to show Hermione around while the men
talked about the contract.

The house was cold and dark and decorated in snakes.
Hermione didn’t like the feel of the place, and liked
Posy even less. Posy too, was looking at her with
dislike etched on her face.

Posy showed Hermione the library, which she couldn’t
complain about, as it was huge. The dining room was
dimly lit and the hallways were cool and gloomy. The
sitting and the drawing rooms were large and musty
smelling.

They heard the dining room bell and went to supper.
They lit a few more candles, but it was still hard to
see, especially the contract, which Hermione was
eyeing.

She finally just picked it up and read it quickly. It
was two pages long and had rules and time limits on
living there; producing an heir and things Hermione
was allowed to do and not to.

She had to be a virgin on her wedding night or the
Malfoys would get 20 pieces of gold.

She had to conceive on the wedding night, for the
Grangers to get land of the Malfoys lands or the
Malfoys would get livestock if she didn’t conceive.

She must obey all his wishes and needs. Including what
she wore around the manor and what she could wear in
public.

Hermione was horrified at this, and looked at her
Uncle Richard.

“Uncle?”

He gave her a look of ‘sit there and shut up’.
She was so stunned she didn’t know what to do.

“We need to talk about this contract Uncle Richard,”
she hissed at him, “I’m not going through with this
marriage if I’m going to be a slave and our family
loses everything.”

“I’m sorry my niece is a little headstrong at times.
She is still young and doesn’t know her place.” her
uncle said turning red.

Mr. Malfoy just laughed and looked at Draco.

“I’m sure Draco will win her over, I think she is just
a little nervous with all this talk about her future
here. All brides are nervous.”

A servant came up to Mr. Malfoy and whispered
something is his ear.

“Well, I was just informed” he began, “that the bridge
and the roads were washed out by the rain. You two
will have to spend the night here.”
Mr. Malfoy had a grin on his face as he looked at
Hermione.

Hermione felt like a trapped bird in a cage with
several cats licking their lips, just waiting for the
right moment to pounce.

They finished the dinner and desert.
The men went into the drawing room for brandy.

Draco came up behind her and took her hand, kissed it,
and said, “I’ll show you to your room.”

He led her to a bedroom at the end of the hall.
“This is where you’ll sleep. Across the hall is my
room, soon to be our room. Would you like to see it?”
he asked as he pulled her across the hall into his
room.

He closed the door behind him and leaned up against
it.

“Well Hermione” he looked at her, his eyes looking up
and down her body.
“We will have to change the way you dress. Your dress
is too old-fashioned. Here, try this one on.
From the closet he took out a dark blue colored dress,
with lots of lace and beads. ‘It’s beautiful’ Hermione
thought.

Hermione felt Draco’s fingers at her laces, quickly
ripping them free from their holes.
“Draco stop!” she said, but it happened all to fast.
Her dress fell to the floor and Draco had her pinned
against the wall with his body while undoing his pants
with his hands.

“I have an early gift for you my bride,” he said as he
held her face and kissed her hard on the mouth.
She somehow pushed him away,
“No Draco. Stop it.”

“You’ll obey me when we’re married or I’ll whip you or
maybe you liked that.” he said as he grabbed her
breast and squeezed it while he again had her against
the wall. His mouth bit into the flesh of her breast,
his tongue sliding under her chemise and reaching her
nipple.

Draco moved his other hand under her slip and was
shoving his fingers between her thighs, probing her
folds. Hermione twisted her body and legs to wiggle
free from his touch and grasp.

He pushed her by the shoulders onto the bed. He jumped
on top of her and pulled down the top of her slip
exposing her breasts. He grabbed at her nipples with
his thumbs and indicator and pulled them hard.
Hermione yelled in pain. She pushed his hands away
from her chest and quickly pulled her top back on.

The next second something was being pressed against
her face; it was fleshy, but hard.
It was Draco’s penis. It was enormous long, thick and pale.
Hermione had seen men penis’s before when the older boys
went skinny dippy after a long hot day at work on the farms.
But Draco’s was much bigger then any she had seen.

Draco grabbed Hermione’s wrist and held them over her
head as he rubbed his penis on her face.

“This is a gift for you,” As he tried to force it into
her mouth.

She turned her head back and forth, trying to avoid
it.
He grabbed her wrist with one hand and with the other,
he held her face still forcing her mouth open and
shoving himself into her mouth and down her throat.

Hermione couldn’t breathe and started to gag.
He pulled himself out a bit and dove back into her
mouth.
Hermione had the impulse to bit down enough to scare
him and he withdrew as he yelled.

Suddenly Hermione found herself on her stomach with
Draco on top of her, pulling up her slip and parting
her cheeks.
Putting his penis sandwiched in between mounds of
flesh, rubbing against her flesh, his hands on her
wrists, pinning her down.

“I guess I’ll go for the hole without teeth tonight.”
he laughed.
He maneuvered himself to her tight hole and started to
push.
Hermione let out a screamed in pain and horror.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. All she could
do is feel the pain. The burning and tearing sensation of him trying to invade her body went through her.


Draco stopped for a moment; Hermione caught her breath
and cried.

“Please stop Draco, I’m begging you,” tears raining
down her face.
She heard him snicker, and leaned down next to her
ear.

“This is just the tease before the please, my dear
wife to be.” and she felt him to trying to penetrate
her again as she screamed and the pain went through
her body.
Draco’s hand was over her mouth now.

“You think this is painful? I haven’t even penetrated
you yet, you’re so damn tight.”
Somehow Hermione pulled one wrist free and elbowed him
in the gut, knocking him off balance and then spinning
around she kneed him. He groaned hard fell onto the
bed.

Hermione moved as fast as she could to her room and
locked the door. She put her hand to where she was
sore and felt a small amount of moisture.
Her fingers had some blood on it.
She cautiously sat on the bed for a while, shaking
trying to think. She went to put on a robe when
Hermione noticed that one of the wall panels was loose
and she pulled it.
There was a narrow passageway. She took a candle and
walked in, it lead to the hallway.

She passed Mr. Malfoys room and saw him cornering one
of the maids. He had a whip in his hand. He tore the
back of the blouse off the girl and asked her if she
wanted to be whipped or beaten.

Hermione felt powerless to help the girl and she was
sure she would be whipped or beaten as well.

She thought if she could find her Uncle Richard, she
could talk to him and he would call the whole thing
off.

Hermione saw a light from the library and looked in.
It was dimly lit, but she heard something.
She walked into the middle of the room and reached the
sofa. There she saw Posy sitting on someone’s lap
mostly naked, only wearing a cincture, which showed
off her very large breasts.
It took Hermione a few seconds to realize it wasn’t
really a lap she was on.
Posy was moving up and down, on someone. Hermione
looked closer to see that it was her Uncle.

She gasped in horror. Her uncle just looked at her and
looked back at Posy and started to feel her bare
breasts and sucking on them.
Posy looked at her and smiled a devilish grin.

Hermione backed away not wanting to believe it or see
anything else.

She ran back to the bedroom but the door was locked.
So she found the secret passageway and got back into
her room.

She slept on a chair against the wall fearing someone
could get to her by the passageway.

Next morning Hermione was woken up by her uncle
knocking on the door.

They ate breakfast in silence, as the Malfoys chatted
up a storm about the wedding. Mr. Malfoy and her uncle
made a toast to the couple and they clinked their
goblets of champagne. The drink tasted funny to
Hermione. She felt lightheaded as it made it hard for
her to concentrate. Everything seemed dreamy.

Her dress was mended and she put it on.
On the way home she didn’t even look at her uncle.

Hermione’s uncle gave her a look just before they got
out of the carriage.

“Hermione you are going to be marrying into an
important family. We could get more use of their land to make more
money. They may be a little eccentric but that’s because they
can be. I think you will do well in their family as long as
you don’t think too much or challenge Draco.” he said
annoyingly.

“Challenge Draco? He tried to have his way with me
last night. He was rude and cruel to me. What was I
supposed to do, let him?
I’m supposed to be a virgin until the wedding night or
we’ll have to pay them 20 gold pieces. The whole contract is
drawn for them to get our family’s land and money.
Don’t you think it’s crazy that we have to pay them so
much?” she said as tears came out of her eyes.
”Last night was a nightmare. All of it... and you.”
she said with revolt.

Hermione ran into the house to her room. She felt
strange, sort of sick and woozy. She lay down on her
bed, and as her head hit the pillow she couldn’t
remember what happened the night before.

The next few days Hermione felt odd.
She kept seeing and feeling things.
Pain going through her body, a feeling that her
clothes were being tore off of her and a choking
sensation in her throat.

She saw a man with a hood cloak on and thought it was
Harry.

‘Harry, where are you?’ she wondered.