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Sorry the previous chapters were kinder short so I’m making them longer-but not dragging it out!
I’m not sure how long the fiction will be just yet, I’ve just got the basic outline, but I will definitely finish it-I hate it when you read something which is incomplete and abandoned! Thanks for reading!
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Once again my eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room, it was the same room I woke up in before but it seemed different. A window had appeared on the wall on my left, it definitely hadn’t been there before and there were no curtains to suggest it had been covered up that time before. Magic obviously, it wasn’t a real window, just an illusion to show what the outside is like-like the great hall ceiling at Hogwarts! Tears came into my eyes as i knew i would probably be there right now, eating and chatting with Harry and Ron, if all this hadnt of happened.

The 'window' probably didn’t even show the real outdoors because I could see from the view that we were on a hill, surrounded by grassy meadows and a small lake nearby. In reality we were probably in some creepy forest somewhere, hidden from view. I could see the sun going down in the distance so it was about early evening. I then noticed there were strangely no doors in the room.

I moved out of ‘my’ covers, hesitating before getting up, I really didn’t want a repeat performance of the last time and I didn’t know if I was still weak or not. I slowly lowered my feet to the ground and closed my eyes before lifting myself up, no pain, no fall. The aches, blood and bruises I’d received from Voldemort had gone. I was healed.

I crept across the room to the sofa to warm myself near the fire, I hadn’t realised how cold it was until I got up but then again Voldemort was a cold wizard it suited him just fine.

My clothes had changed again, they were more comfortable and were just a plain short black and white muggle pyjamas. It didn’t really disturb me as much as the first time my outfit had changed, maybe because I had other things to worry about.

Voldemort didn’t tell me why he had gone to such trouble in kidnapping me, why he had made me his-But maybe he was just lying, just another way to freak me out, I’d never heard of such a potion which could bind some one's soul to another, and I knew a lot more than most people! I calmed down a bit but I knew for certain we were going to be meeting again soon, he did have something planned, no one kidnaps someone with a dozen followers just to steal their virginity.

The warm fire felt good on my skin, totally relaxing me until I realised how hungry I was. I looked around for any sign of something to eat, but to no surprise nothing was there for me, I was still his prisoner and it wasn’t likely I would be treated like another human being.

A small pop made me jump as I spun around expecting to see someone who had just apparated into my room, that was the exact sound it made but no one was there, a pair of silver stilettos and a green dress lay above the bed with a note attached.

I got up to investigate out of curiosity, admiring the halter-neck dress because it was beautiful-even if it was in his colours and picked up the note.

Hermione-
You are to wear this when you are escorted to the dining room.
You will not and can not disobey me, you will see why if you try.
You have 15 minutes.

I dropped the note as it burst into flames on the floor, why cant he just write on normal paper I said aloud to myself. He’s probably going to kill me in those fifteen minutes so I wasn’t going to make it any easier for him I decided.

I bent over to pick up the dress, just to take a better look, I had no intention on wearing it. It was even more beautiful as I looked at the fine craftsmanship of it, the silver trimming was so exquisite. It was the most expensive looking piece of clothing I had ever touched let alone been told to wear! Beneath it was a lacy black thong and bra, he was so disgusting giving me that sort of underwear! He could of just given me something plain and boring to me.
I wouldn’t wear any of those clothes, I would never obey orders from him, i told the room.

As the minutes passed, my left thigh started to ache a bit, ignoring it I settled myself back on the comfy sofa and stared into the fire. The ache started to turn into a crackling pain and then a shooting pain started to go through my legs. What the hell! I was in agony as I pulled up my pyjama leg to inspect the cause.

Shock, disgust and anger was all I felt.

Around my thigh was a mark, going round it like a black garter. It looked like the dark mark, with its skull on my outer thigh and a moving snake coming out of its mouth around my leg, its tongue flicking angrily at me. He had given me his mark! How could he! It hurt so badly, pain was shooting across my whole body now and I knew the only way to stop it.
I tried to stand it but it just got worse, not being able to take in anymore, I threw off my clothes and chucked on the dress and underwear, I felt so pathetic giving into him but I knew the pain would only get worse, it stopped as soon as it touched my skin. I looked into the mirror to see the gown falling to the floor, hugging my body and showing all my curves. The neckline scooped down to show just a hint of cleavage-sexy but tastefully, a slit on the side of the dress along my left leg went up high enough to show my new ‘tattoo’.

“So much for not obeying the dark lords orders”, said a mocking voice behind me making me jump, I spun around to come face-to-face with Lucius bloody Malfoy.

“Why are you here...To escort me? Well tell him I’m not go-wait a second how long have you been here?”

“You do ask to many questions for a know-it-all little mudblood. Yes, actually I am here to escort you, and well I suppose you should know I brought the note and dress, so I guess that means I’ve been here the whole time! Under an old invisibility cloak of course”, he smirked that trademark smirk of his and laughed at my shocked face, then waved his wand to make a door appear opposite the window.

“Pervert” I muttered under my breath,

“By the way, that mark suits you just fine, a mark of ownership is just what all your type need!”

“Fuck you!”, I shouted, but backed away to the sofa, knowing full well he could curse me in an instant if he wanted to.

“Tut, Tut, language! You will learn discipline soon enough though…Now as you are aware the dark lord is waiting and we don’t want to displease him now do we, you’re coming whether you like it or not!”, he looked at me for a second waiting for me to move, when I didn’t he moved to the door and just looked at me through his grey eyes. Puzzled, after a minute or so my body started to move, though I wasn’t controlling it-and neither was malfoy by the looks of it. It felt like the imperio curse, like what mad-eye had put on us last year, but so much stronger, different.

Lucius followed me as I walked out of the room, I struggled to overthrow it, but it wasn’t as similar to the imperio as I thought, my mind hadn’t gone blank like it would have but I couldn’t control my body. We walked through a dark hallway lit by torches, it felt creepy but kind of cosy in a way, it wasn’t cold stone like I expected it to be, it was fully wallpapered and carpeted in green and white-what a surprise…I 'led' Lucius down a grand staircase to another hallway identical to the one above and stopped outside a large wooden door.

“You will join the dark lord on the other side of this door”, he whispered into my ear from behind, purposely pushing himself into me. I gave him a disgusted look but he just laughed, moving back he opened the door with his wand.

I walked in alone as Lucius closed he door behind me. I was in a massive room, slightly smaller than the great hall, but big none the less. A long and wide table went across the entire centre of the room, with a cloaked figure at the head. Voldemort, with what looked like a feast in front of him. I once again moved without my control towards him, he stood as I came within arms length,
"You do look good in that dress...but even better with them off", I glared at him as he looked me up and down then took my hand and seated me next to himself.

“Please eat something, you haven’t eaten proper food for over a week now”, he watched me as I ate some of the food in front of us, “You have many things you want answering, I know that its only natural, but I will not take disrespect like what you showed me last week”.

“What! I showed you no disrespect, maybe I didn’t show respect but I certainly didn’t disrespect you! Oh Merlin-did you just say a week?”, I was angry at him and didn’t care if I was speaking my mind at this moment, I instantly regretted it as he raised his wand lazily and crucioed me. The torture I felt was unbearable but i refused to scream, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction but it took all my energy to keep my mouth tightly shut, just a painful murmur left me as I shook uncontrollably.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity the curse was lifted, I sat myself straight, while a few spasms went though my body as my body tried to recover, I looked at him with hatred.

“I told you I wouldn’t take disrespect so you brought it on yourself, you only have yourself to blame”, I wisely kept my mouth shut this time but I still wanted to kill him, how could it be my fault when I he put the curse on me! “Now, the last time we met was a week ago, it took that long for you to recover from the potions affects, it should of took longer but I kept you unconscious so you would quicker. I suspect you have already noticed some of the affects of the potion by now?”, he said calmly as he looked at my mark, what was just about visible through the slit on my gown.

“Yes actually I have, you’ve marked me! A mark what brings me pain whenever I disobey you!”

“Ah, so you aren’t as stupid as I hoped you wouldn’t be. Yes, anytime you disobey me you will feel pain, the last one was only a steadily increasing pain you felt because I asked for you to be ready in fifteen minutes, had you disobeyed me outright you would of felt its full affects straight away”, he said it as if amused by my pain, the bastard.

“But why? Why would you go to the trouble of doing this to me? Is that mark controlling me too? Because that wasn’t the imperio curse you had on me”, I tried to talk nicely because I really wanted to know what the hell was going on but it was so hard to act nice to the most evil man in the world.

“Why you ask? it’s long and complicated but ill simplify it for you, I suppose you deserve that much”, I decided to not say anything and just listen. “Back in the time of the founders of Hogwarts, those four people decided they wanted someone in the future to have the sort of power they had, to make a difference in the future like they did when they founded Hogwarts. It was a complicated spell which would transfer a part of each of their magic into someone who would grow up to want to have their knowledge, someone who was born in time of war, they then made an agreement that it would be for a muggleborn so that they wouldn’t be influenced by magic as a small child-this was one of the reasons of my ancestors leaving of Hogwarts. You were the witch who met the standards they set all them years ago, and I intended to use you to my advantage, I knew you wouldn’t come willingly so I gave you the potion binding you to me. The magic would only work after the person in question becomes mature-basically losing their virginity. Now you have your powers but cant use them unless I let you, I can use you how I like and that’s what I intend to do”. He smirked at my shocked face at the amount of knowledge I had just received, this was too much for me to believe but deep down I knew he wasn’t lying, I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“Now you know everything, don’t expect me to help you or treat you as an equal, you are a personal slave of mine, just a possession as from now, I will use you how I like whether for your magic or for my own pleasure”, he added, he was trying to get a reaction and I knew it, but I wasn’t stupid enough to give him a reason to torture me.

“You may have me here, but you will never be my master, i am no ones possession. I will never help you and no spell you use can change that, you can only control my actions and when I can use my magic not how I use it”, I said boldly, to my surprise he just laughed.

“I am your master and nothing you can do can change that, but No I cant control how you use your magic but I can take away them, torture you, kill those you have close to you. I can do things you would never believe possible and you will do as I say, you seem to forget about that mark on you and what happens when you disobey me. You should be grateful that you have it, if not any of my servants could take you whenever they wanted, use you how they want because you are just a slave, now you have a sign of ownership, this way they know they’re not to touch you-without my consent of course”,

“You mean not only will you rape me whenever you feel like it but so will your servants whenever you felt like rewarding them! I hate you for what you’ve done to me, Harry will come and save me and kill you while he does!”, I stood up shouting at him, I was just so angry at him, I picked up a plate and attempted to throw it at him but he merely moved a hand and it flew in the opposite direction, smashing across the floor.

It was his turn to get angry now, he stood up and slapped me with so much force across my face, I yelped in pain and fell to my chair holding my burning cheek.
“DON’T EVER DISRESPECT ME!”, he roared at my face, “you are my slave now and you will not ever do that again! Don’t whine, you haven’t felt any pain yet compared to what is to come, you will learn discipline!”, I had tears in my eyes, from both the stinging on my cheek and the realisation I was nothing more than a possession to be used against my own side, "I have treated you well so far, i didnt even take your viginitty away that brutally!". If that wasn't brutal, who knew how much pain ill be in the next time...

“But first, tonight my servants are joining us in the celebration of your capture and your new role in my plans, it may not be to your taste but you will get used to how things are done around here”, he whispered in my ear just like Lucius had done earlier and kissed along my neck as I closed my eyes wishing this was all just a nightmare. I gasped as he began to lightly nibble my neck when i heard dozens of POP's and swishes of cloaks!

Let the supposedly 'celebration' begin...