Evil Kingdom Rising

Here’s the real chp 5. I’m so sorry that it took so long, I got caught up in life and then I was sick. I wanted to make this longer but I have chores to do before I go to work tonight, so I had to stop here. I’ve started writing chp 6 and it should be up by Monday at the latest, unless my schedule is screwy at work or something comes up.
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While Draco spoke to Voldemort, Hermione woke up. She looked around for a moment, completely confused by her surroundings. She noticed that she was in a large room with a wall size bookcase full of books against the wall to her right. There was a large desk against the wall to her left, and two nightstands both with a green lamp on either side of the bed and a huge carved wooden chest at the end of the bed with a green afghan draped over it. The floors were wooden with a large area rug in front of the chest. The carpet was black and sliver with dragons adorning the edge. Directly across from the bed was a large dresser with a mirror, and on either side of that was a closet. The bed was a canopied four poster with a dark green canopy, with black silk sheets and a black and silver striped comforter. There was a door on each of the walls to the right and left, just beyond the bookcase and the desk.

After looking around and taking in her surroundings, Hermione remembered everything that happened. ‘I’m in Draco Malfoy’s room…’ She thought. She desperately needed to use the restroom but was afraid to leave the bed. Unknown to her Draco was standing in a shadow by the door to her left, watching her reaction for the last few moments. He came in just in time to see her realization that she was in his room.

“Hello Granger.”

Hermione jumped at the sound, and looked around for the source. Draco stepped out of the shadow and she finally noticed him. He noticed that she looked uncomfortable, and realized why.

“If you need to use the restroom you may, it is the door to your right.” He said. When you are finished I will explain your current situation to you.”

Hermione didn’t need to be told twice. She jumped up and ran to the door that Draco indicated. She didn’t pay attention to her surroundings except to find the toilet and sink. She hurried because she was afraid to keep Draco waiting. When she returned Draco had turned the desk chair around, and was sitting in it facing the bed. He motioned for her to sit across from him.

“Well Granger, considering what you’ve been through I bet you are confused as hell by my treatment of you.” Draco said. Hermione nodded. Draco smirked.

“It is quite simple really. Contrary to popular belief, Voldemort isn’t as concerned with purity of blood as it may seem. That is just a ploy to get the powerful purebloods on his side, and to annoy Dumbledore.” Draco said.

“I…if V…V…the Dark Lord isn’t concerned w.. with purity, what is this war all a…about?” Hermione said shakily, ashamed that she could no longer say the Dark Lord’s name without fear.

“Power. Political and magical power. Voldemort wants a caste system, based on power. Of course blood purity will factor in, but it won’t keep the powerful Muggleborns and halfbloods from rising to the top, as long as they marry a pureblood.” Draco said.

“And what does this have to do with me?” Hermione asked, emboldened by his ready answer to her last question.

“Hold on a bloody minute and I’ll bloody get to it!” Draco snapped. Hermione cringed and looked at the floor, too terrified to say anything more.

“I am Voldemort’s heir. My father is dead because his usefulness ran out, and because of his disloyalty and ignorance. The most important mission for me right now, other than keeping my identity secret from the Order, is to find a wife and begin producing my own heir before the war comes into full swing, which gives me about a month. I’m not going to choose just anyone, no matter how pretty those pureblood girls they’ve been parading in front of me are. I will choose only the most powerful witch my age, nothing less. You.” He finished. Hermione’s head shot up, and her jaw dropped.

“Think about it, no matter how those twits you call friends dampened your spirit and broke you, you are the brightest, strongest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw. We’ll be the most powerful couple in history, and our child will be unstoppable. No one will ever dare to harm or insult you again, not only because of your own strength but because they’d have to deal with me. You will never need to fear anything, or anyone, again.” He said. “Oh, and by the way, if you refuse you will be treated worse than those twits could ever have imagined, much less done to you.” He said in an offhand manner.

“You didn’t have to threaten me Malfoy. I’ll do it.” She said with a little of her old spark back. She would do anything to get rid of the constant fear and to be safe. Maybe she could save Ginny…

“Excellent. I’ll have the house elves set up a room for you, not appropriate for you to stay here before the wedding. Oh and one more, little thing.” He said before getting up and moving towards her. He grasped her chin gently in his hand and tilted her head up. He looked at her fear filled eyes for a moment before lowering his head and gently kissing her. Hermione was shocked at first, but slowly began to reciprocate. His lips moved slowly against hers, reassuring her that he would take care of her. Then he swiped his tongue against her lower lip before forcing her mouth open and thrusting it in. She moaned as his tongue assaulted her mouth, tasting every corner of it before he pulled away, smirking. The first kiss promised her protection and care, and the second promised her passion. Draco stood and walked towards the door.

“The elves will come get you when your room is ready. Feel free to read anything in here, you may even take it with you. Do not leave this room, or your own, without an escort of me, my mother, or an elf. They have orders dictating where they can and cannot take you. Mother will come prepare you for dinner, currently I have other business to attend to.” With a curt nod he walked out the door, leaving a very confused and slightly aroused Hermione behind.

Hermione sat silently contemplating her situation for a few minutes. The kiss completely threw her off. She thought that this marriage would be to produce an heir or two and keep up appearances, with nothing more. She certainly didn’t deserve more, but that kiss promised more, passion if nothing else. She knew Draco could never love her, and she didn’t think she could love anyone ever again, and that this was all about power. At least he would protect her, and it seemed as though she may enjoy sharing his bed. ‘well protection is all I need or want at the moment, the passion is just an added bonus” She thought before a house elf appeared before her.