Lord of the Land

A loud clap of thunder woke Hermione up.
At first she wasn’t sure where she was as she looked around the room, then she remembered.
She tried to go back to sleep, but felt uneasy. Slipping on robe a she walked down the hall to Harry’s room. The door was ajar and she looked in. She saw his form in a flash of lightening that made her jump.
She felt silly being afraid of the storm she felt like a lost child, she felt like crying.
She looked at Harry asleep in his big bed. Without thought she slipped inside letting the robe she was wearing fall away into a small mass on the floor quietly sliding into the warm inviting bed.

She was just falling asleep when Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him. For a second Hermione felt trapped but his warm body spooned with her body, fears melted away as she drifted off to sleep.

Hermione awoke the next morning with Harry nibbling at her neck.
“Good morning,” he murmured in her ear,
“I enjoyed sleeping and waking up with you,” kissing her on the lips.

Breakfast was brought up to them.
They quickly ate and dressed.

Harry would stop every now and again walk over and kiss Hermione as they ate and got dressed surprising Hermione each time.

By the fifth kiss she was feeling warm and happy.
‘Maybe it will be fun being Harry’s mistress after all,’ she thought smiling after a long passionate kiss Harry had given her.

She noticed Harry was smiling a lot over breakfast and dressing.

They put on their cloaks, and they got in the Harry’s small carriage.
They went to Market Square and they went in the Tavern to wait for
the coach to Paris.

Harry sat them a dark corner. Hermione noticed he was anxious.
“Harry are you alright? Have you changed your mind about all of this?” Hermione asked.

“No I haven’t changed my mind. I just feel … something’s not right,” and as he looked around.

“ I’m going to get the tickets. You stay here, alright?” Harry said.
Hermione nodded as Harry got up walking out of the tavern.

Harry was gone for thirty minutes and Hermione started to get worried.
The market was going to get busy and she was fairly well known in the market place.

She put on the hood and peeked out the door onto the porch and into the street. The sun had risen.
She saw Harry walking out of the ticket counter at the other end of the market square.
The street had a number of people on it shopping and selling things.
It was pleasant morning with a nice breeze, which blew the hood off Hermione’s head.

She was putting the hood back on when she heard her Uncle’s voice. She stopped dead in her tracks, afraid to move.
When she thought she heard him walking away she turned to see him go, but he was right in front of her.
All Hermione saw was a bright light hitting her.

She woke up in her bedroom.
Her Uncle looked at her curiously, and then he slapped her hard across the face.
She landed on the floor, dazed.
Someone picked her up and forced her to drink a blue potion.

She didn’t know where she was or what was happening when she woke up again.
This time it was her Uncle forcing her to drink a green cloudy potion.
Everything was blurry. She tried to stand up and the room spun round.
Hermione closed her eyes and tried to listen to what was going on in the room.

She heard her Uncle yelling at her Aunt,
“ It’s just to make things go easier for her. You’ll thank me later, you’ll see,” he yelled.

Hermione wondered what he had given her.
Her aunt walked over to Hermione and Hermione looked at her.
“ What did he give me what’s going on?” she asked.

“ You’re getting married tomorrow. The potions you’ve been given are going to make you more controllable. Drink this.”
She handed Hermione another drink this time it was transparent green.
“What is it?” Hermione asked inspecting it.
“ It’s to help you with your wedding night, to help you not mind being with Draco.” Her aunt said, pushing it to her lips.

“ I’m not going to marry him. You can’t make me.” Hermione said as she pushed the cup away.

“Please Hermione don’t make it more difficult then it has to be.” And she pinched Hermione’s nose hard and forcing Hermione to choke down some of the potion.

Hermione started to feel tipsy and walked up to her room.

Attempting to think straight, she opened the window and put her head out into the fresh air.

Her Uncle jerked her back into the room.
“ You’re not escaping again.” And he put some charm powder on the window and the fireplace and the door.
“ I’ll let you out in the morning, your aunt and a few other women will help you get ready for the wedding,” and he closed the door.

Hermione was taken aback, what day was it and how long was she under the effects of the potions, days, weeks.
The last thing Hermione thought about before passing out was where was Harry and did he think she changed her mind and returned home again.

Morning came to soon for Hermione.
Blue potion was forced down her throat before her eyes were open,
after that a green cloudy potion followed a moment after.

They ate breakfast and the women pulled off her clothes and pushed Hermione into a bathtub.
Hermione didn’t have the strength or the mind to fight them.
Next they dressed her and fixed her hair.
The carriage came and Hermione knew she didn’t want to go through with this. She mustered up all her strength and concentrated. She struggled not to be pushed into the carriage, but she lost the battle.

Before she knew it she was at the Village Hall Inn and gardens.
There were lots of people there she didn’t know.
Her Uncle pulled her aside and said,
“ Now you are going to say yes or I will when he asks you will you take this man, ” and forced Hermione to drink a small amount of blue potion. Aunt Marie pulled down her veil and whispered,
“Good luck.”

She was suddenly aware that she was walking down a path with her Uncle and people were on both sides of her and Draco was at the end of the path.

Everything was fuzzy.
Hermione’s Uncle poked her with his cane and whispered,
“ I will.” She looked at her Aunt who was next to her, being her matron of honor, nodded.
Without thinking she said it.
Hermione veil was lifted off of her face and Draco face came into focus, and then out of focus as he kissed her.

The food and wine was laid out on the tables.
Hermione was rushed away from Draco by a pack of women to fix her gown and hair.
This was the time when her Aunt asked her if she knew anything about sex as she again gave Hermione a potion.

Draco didn’t take long in retrieving her back to him. He sat her down at the table and was actually polite, or was acting the wonderful new husband, concerned her his new wife.

People made toasts and everyone drank and ate.
Hermione’s uncle kept giving her a cloudy green potion, every chance he could.

She suddenly noticed that everyone she knew was giving her a cloudy green brew. And Draco seemed to be taking them out of her hand for some reason and giving her wine.

Her uncle was pushing her to drink another draft and Draco was pushing her to drink some wine.

They both ended up dropping the drinks on Hermione, down the front and back of her dress, making her jump up and knock her plate of food into the air.
The food landed on her, in her hair and on the males next to her who just dropped the drinks on her.
Hermione was furious.
Furious enough that the potions that they giving her all day were not as effective as they were a few moments ago.
Her mind started to clear.

Her uncle Richard forced her to drink another blue potion after he and Draco pulled her to a quiet corner of the garden.
Draco took out his wand and cleaned her dress.

“ Can’t have you look like that in front of all of guests now can we.” And he kissed her, whispering to her,
“ Make a scene or fuss and you will be in so much pain tonight you’ll beg me to kill you.”
Things started to get fuzzy again.

They went back to the table every now and again Draco would touch Hermione’s cheek gently, lovingly and say softly to her
“ My family is going to take as much as your families land, animals and anything else we can and there is nothing you can do about it.” And kissed her cheek. It looked like he was saying sweet things to Hermione to the other guests.
“Stop touching me Draco” Hermione hissed at him.
“I’m your husband now I have the right to do that, and so many other things.” Draco whispered.

After they ate Draco wanted to go their room in the Inn.
Hermione wasn’t ready for their wedding night to begin so she said
“ We haven’t danced yet,” in front of their guests.
Draco smiled and put out his arms to dance with her.
They danced a few dances.
“ Ok you’ve had your dances now Hermione” and Draco tugged her to the head table.
Draco thanked the guests for coming and to continue the celebration as he and Hermione went to the honeymoon suite.

Draco and Richard dragged Hermione to the their suite in the Inn.
They met with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, Posy and Aunt Marie in the room.
The last thing they had to do was at sign the marriage contract.
Richard looked at it carefully.
Posy looked at Hermione and said
“ Before you sign anything Draco let’s make sure she is healthy and not disfigured. Take off your clothes.”
“What?” Hermione was horrified,
“No I won’t,” she cried.

Hermione could hear a commotion downstairs, the party was getting louder she wondered if she screamed would anyone hear her.

Richard pushed Hermione behind a dressing barrier hissed,
“ Take off your clothes and put on a robe.”
Looking around she did what she was told fighting back tears as she undressed.
She slipped on the robe and walked back to Richard reluctantly.

The commotion started to get louder in the Inn, people running up and down the stairs.

Posy looked at her and with an evil grin growing on her face,
“ Disrobe.”
Richard told her to ‘take off the robe.’
Hermione just stared at the floor.
Richard grabbed hold of the robe and said,
“Take it off or l will rip it off you.”
Hermione undid the sash and let the robe fall to the floor. Holding her breath and making herself look up and try not to focus on the faces in front of her keeping her hand by her side.
Hermione stared at the wall trying so hard not to cry or show emotions her mind confused on what to do.

There was a lot of noise all of a sudden.
“Turn around,” Posy said with disgust.
Hermione turn her back on them.
“Yes, has a fine shape, and unblemished.” Draco said grinning at her in the reflection in the mirror.
Hermione never felt so humiliated and used in her life.

The next moment the door was flow open, a man entered the room and said in a shaky voice,
“ I claim the droit du seigneur of this girl. I have the right to claim her.”
Hermione felt a cloak over her shoulders and everyone in the room started to talk at once. She started to shake and her legs gave way, falling.

Draco started to protest loudly,
“ No. She’s mine. She’s mine to have and to break in.”

“ I have the right. Now get out!” the man shouted and the room fell silent.

Hermione looked up at everyone leaving as she covered herself more with the cloak. Her uncle had frightened expression on his face as he looked at her and someone behind her and closed the door.

Droit du seigneur is the same thing as primae noctis in Braveheart "right of the first night," the right of noble men to sleep with new bride on her wedding night.