Shadow and light

Hermione woke up on a hard stone floor, surrounded by Death Eaters. In front of her stood Voldemort, his face a cold mask. The other Deatheaters stood in circle, silent, unmoving, the gruesome masks hiding their features. The first thing she thought of was last night... she knew Malfoy was there somewhere, in the room, behind one of the masks. She suddenly felt ashamed. Then reality hit her. She was going to die soon.. she knew it. A cold shiver ran through her spine. Voldemord gazed at her for a second, and then hissed:

" You aren’t pure…are you? Whore! You're unworthy and disguisting. You have no place in our world, filthy Mudblood."

Hermione returned his snake-like gaze, defing. Defing until the end, like a gryffindor should.

"You won't stand a chance. Sooner or later, Harry will destroy you. He did it as a child, and he will do it again. See you in hell." she spat. "How dare you!" Voldemort shouted angrily. He raised his wand. The crowd of Death Eaters was whispering.

"Silence! Avada..!"

"My Lord." interrupted suddenly one of the Death Eaters, and Hermione knew it was Malfoy. "I don't think it would be wise to kill the Mudblood yet. She is Potter's best friend, and the brains of his little trio. He will come after her, sooner or later."

Voldemort seemed to think about it for a second. "Hmmm....that's interesting. So you aren't a common Mudblood, are you? You are Hermione Granger, Potter's Mudblood." Hermione didn't speak. "It's her", Malfoy said harshly and hatefully.

"In this case" hissed Voldemort, " I must admit you are right, Draco. Then I shall keep her for a while. Take her, Draco, and keep her somewhere, until we need her again. Do whatever you please with her, but make sure she survives."

Malfoy bowed in front of Voldemort. "Thank you My Lord. I will make her regret the day she decided to enter the Wizarding World. She will learn her place."

He packed Hermione roughly by the arm, making her wince. "Move, you filthy Mudblood" he spat, dragging her away from the room and along a corridor. After they turned around the corner, he picked her up in his arms. Hermione was pressed against his chest, she felt a sudden heat, but she didn't protest, instead letting him carry her to his room, where he placed her on the bed. She didn't move and didn't say anything, simply stood there.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you ok?" he asked, feeling stupid.

Hermione brushed his hand away. "What do you think?" she spat, sarcastically. "I feel bloody perfect. Why the hell have you told them who I was?"

Draco looked at her, not believing what he heard. "Are you kidding? I saved your life. Would you have prefered to die?"

"Better dead, than in your hands!" she shouted.

Draco was getting angry too. His face reddened.

"Oh really? Well, you didn't seem to mind last night while I was fucking you!" He purposefully put emphasis on the word ‘fucking’.

Hermione slapped him hard across the cheek, leaving an angry red mark. "How dare you!" she shouted.

Draco grabbed her wrist harshly. "How dare you! I saved your life, you ungrateful little Mudblood. I should have let you rot in the dungeons. Or would you have prefered that?"

Hermione didn't respond, nor did she look at him. Draco calmed down a bit.

Then he conjurey a tray of food. "Eat." he told her coldly.

Hermione glared at him and puffed, turning her nose up. Draco almost smiled. It reminded him of school days. He added on a softer tone: "You must be hungry." Malfoy was right. She was. He went to his study, apparetly to work on something, and left Hermione to eat. After she finished, she approached Draco a bit, and saw he was writing something on a parchment.

"I never presumed the activity of you Deathearters involved something else then killing and maiming", she told him in a cold, mocking tone.

"You'd be surprised."

Then the turned with his back to her and resumed his work.

"Harry and Ron will come after me, you know ", she continued after a while.

"I know Granger, that's the point. That is the only reason why you aren't dead yet."

"So you can use me for your purposes."

"Would you have preferred to die? Or worse, to be raped by Voldemort? There was no other way. He would have killed you…but you like to fight, don't you?"

"We’re in the middle of a war. We all have to fight. For ourselved and for others. Why do you want me alive? You hate me, but you wouldn’t keep me alive just to torture me either. So why?" Hermione asked.

Draco decided to avoid her question and instead asked "What makes you think I wouldn't torture you?"

"You already had enough chances to do it. I thought you just wanted to see me dead. But apparently you don't. I don't know what to think anymore."

Draco tried to change the subject. "You'll spend plenty of time here, I'll show you around a bit. On the left is the bathroom, there's the closet, an elf will bring you clothes soon."

Hermine decided not to press him any further. "I'd like to take a bath", she replied, feeling dirty.

"Ok. Come with me."

Draco lead her to the bathroom, where he filled the enormous bath tub with water, and conjured some fluffy white towels. After he left her alone, she undressed and sank into the warm water...it felt so relaxing.

After she finished the bath, she wrapped herself in a white towel and returned to the bathroom. Draco couldn't help but stare at her, the towel barely reaching below her thighs. Hermione felt his gaze and blushed slightly. He realised that and moved his eyes to her face. Her hair was wet.

"Let me dry your hair." he said, as an excuse to approach her. He pulled out his wand, and then Hermione did something impulsive.

She reached out for his wand, Draco drew back a step, she tripped and fell over his body, loosing the towel in the process. Draco found herself holding his wand in one hand, while with the other hand was holding a naked Hermiione pressed against his body. The instinct took over, he dropped the wand and grabbed Hermione's bum instead, pulling her completely to him and kissing her roughly. She struggled a bit agains his body, but it only increased the friction between them. He didn't let her go, instead he pressed her with his body against a wall. She was very aware of his hard manhood against her stomach.

"Let me go", she whispered between his kisses, completely unconvincingly.

"No", he breathed, "you want this too. Your body remembers."

Hermione didn't know what to do. She felt slightly light headed from their kissing. Her body apparently remembered and enjoyed it. It felt so good, but it was terribly wrong. She mustered all her strenght to push him away.

"Never try this again!" she warned.

"Oh please, Granger, don't be a hypocrite. I've seen how you react to my touches." he drawled, trapping her with his body again.

"You can't dispose of my body any way you want just because of what happened last night."

"Oh please...you're not in the position to allow me anything. You aren't the one who sets the rules while you're here. However, I have no desire to repeat what happened last night. I've already told you my reasons, you should be grateful for the sacrifice I did, I mean, fucking a Mudblood." he said angry. She made him lose control.

Hermione's eyes widened, she struggled free of his grasp and began to cry. He realised his mistake and imediately regretted it. He tried to touch her arm, but she shook it away. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Granger."

She continued to cry.

"Hermione, don't cry. I didn't meant it. Seriously." She was still crying. He realised how bad he just offended her. "I let the anger get the best of me. I enjoyed last night very much, and I wouldn't mind repeating it, although I know the chances of you wanting it too are very slim."

She looked at him silently. He continued.

"I couldn't let him kill you after that night. Call me stupid, but that's the answer to the question you asked me earlier." His eyes were softer, Hermione barely recognised him. She decided not to push this any further.

She stopped crying, but her eyes were still red and puffy. He felt guilty, and decided to cheer her up a bit.

He took a black silk night robe from the closet and, without saying a word, he covered, with a trace of regret, her naked body.

"Let me show you the library." He pressed a button on his study and one of the wands rotated, displaying lots of bookshelves. Hermione grasped and went there in no time. Draco joined her and watched as she inspected the rows of books.

"Feel free to read anything you like", he said, placing a hand on her hip. She didn't protest, she was too concentrated on the books. He sighed.

"Granger, I'll go have dinner with my mother", he told her. "I'll be back by tonight", he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. She felt a shiver run through her spine as she felt his hot breath on her neck, but nodded, and then he was gone.

Hermione was amazed. So he could disappear. She attempted it too, once, twice, but it didn't work. She presumed only the owner could do it. She resigned after trying to disappear a couple of times, and lay in the bed. She thought about what happened to her in the last 24 hours with amazement. She has lost her virginity in the same bed, and although she never wanted this with Malfoy, she had to admit to herself she enjoyed it very much. Merlin, she even enjoyed the way he kissed and touched her earlier. Hermione was no fool, she knew her body reacted strongly to his, she recognized the strong chemistry between them. She should find a way to deal with it, and soon, before something similar to what happened today would occur again.