Blood Debt

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Chapter 5 – A New Day Begins

Hermione woke up at 9 am the next morning with a blinding headache and a bad taste in her mouth. She couldn't believe two things, 1. She had not dreamed anything the night before and 2. she was awake when her body so obviously didn't want to be. She rolled over and cuddled into her comforter to try and get back to sleep but the churning in her stomach made her lurch up from her prone position. A few deep breaths and the sickness that threatened to rise calmed. She was still wearing her dress from the night before, one of her shoes lying haphazardly at the bottom of her bed, the other on the floor by the door.

Hermione turned towards the clock and saw a small potion bottle and a note sat on the beside table. She cocked her head at it, trying to remember if she had placed it there the night before. She reached out and grabbed the potion, a small delicate label reads “Hangover Relief.” The handwriting on the label was from her own potions cabinet. Without hesitation she popped the seal and downed the thick brown liquid, shuddering at it's pungent flavor. The potion soon took effect, calming her stomach and clearing her head; Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Considering how drunk she was last night it was a miracle that she had enough sense to set it out.

But what was the note? Now that she was able to think clearly she grabbed the piece of parchment and unfolded it. Her eyes widened in shock and her body went rigid as she read the note repeatedly.

Hermione,

I took the liberty of having a house elf set aside that potion for you this morning. I don't want you missing our meeting. Malfoy Manor; 10 am at the latest. Dress nice, we'll be going out to diiner after. I'm waiting.

-Draco Malfoy

“Why that little prick!” Hermione swore, crumpling the note in her fist, “Where does he get off?”

Yes, she understood she owed him a favor, but that didn't give him the right to send his house elves into her home while she was sleeping. How had they even got past the wards? Nor did it give him the right to just order her around like that.

She tried to piece together her foggy memories of the night before, but all she could remember was Ron being a jerk and Draco's soft kiss to her wrist before she left. 'What did he want with her?' she wondered.

The clock now read 9:12 and she figured she'd wasted enough time. Apparently she had agreed to 10 am this morning and she was not going to be late. At least this debt would finally be dealt with. What did he mean they were going out for dinner after? Shouldn't he mean lunch? The terms of the debt shouldn't take that long to go over.

As she crawled out of bed she saw just how crumpled her dress had become, the entire room smelt of stale alcohol and a hint of vomit, though besides the shoe nothing was out of place. Hermione stood there for a moment, perplexed, wondering at her apparent grace the night before, again despite her drunkenness. It didn't make sense. Maybe Malfoy;s elves took it upon themselves to clean up after her.. The thought made her angrier with the blond, though there was a part of her that was relieved not to have to clean up her own mess .

She slipped out of the dress as she stepped into her attached bathroom. Turning on the taps she stepped into the hot cascade of water, letting the soothing sensation relax her tense muscles. Taking her time Hermione scrubbed the alcohol and grime from her skin and hair, taking pleasure in the simple morning routine.

When she stepped out of the spray she felt ready to face anything. Just because he called this meeting didn't mean she was going to let him have the upper hand. She would be all business today and when he recommended lunch or whatever she would firmly excuse herself. Whatever he wanted didn't need to include a public outing.

She slipped into a simple black pencil skirt and a long blue blouse with poet sleeves and a thick belt around her waist. She made her face up simply and completed the outfit with a pair of matching blue kitten heels. What she lacked in height she would make up for in personality.

'Get ready, Draco,” Hermione thought, 'You're not going to know what hit you.'

She smirked to herself and approached her floo.

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Debbie woke up with an oppressive weight holding her down and a body that ached everywhere. Ron was snoring loudly in her ear, having passed out in the middle of fucking her the previous night. The room was a mess, there were torn clothes and broken furniture everywhere.

She groaned and twitched, trying to regain circulation to some of her limbs. Ron snorted and jerked back hazily looking at the body beneath him. The glamor charm had worn off hours ago and the girl below him was a mess. Her arm appeared to be broken, her face was black and blue, the rest of her body mottled with bruises.

Debbie cringed from his sight, afraid of his reaction. Ron looked at her stupidly.

“Did I...?” he couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

Debbie nodded, giving a little gasp of pain as her body shifted. Ron's eyes were awestruck and horrified.

“Oh, Debbie, I'm so sorry. It was the booze, and...”Ron tried to explain, reaching for his wand.

“Shhh,” Debbie quietened him. She breathed a sigh of relief as he began casting healing charms on all of her obvious injuries. When her body was once again flawless he looked up at her imploringly.

“Can you ever forgive me?” he asked.

Debbie choked back a sob, “What's there to forgive, you weren't in your right mind. Don't worry about it, lover.”

Ron's face brightened up like a child's. He jumped forward and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “You stay here, I'm make breakfast and bring it up. Just rest sweetheart, ok?”

Debbie nodded, the happy tears pouring down her face. “Don't cry sweetheart, I'll be back in a sec.”

With that Ron bounded out of the room on his self appointed task. Debbie grabbed her wand from the bedside table, still moving gingerly. A few more healing charms and her internal injuries were all taken care of.

Thank Merlin she was a witch. No muggle woman would ever be able to handle Ronald Weasley.

Draco sat in the Solarium of his Manor in is favorite high backed leather chair. The expansive gardens just beyond the glass in full, fragrant bloom. The house elves had prepared a comprehensive breakfast spread, held in status until the guest of honor arrived. He'd been sitting here for over an hour. A glance to the clock above the door told him is was 9:52. Hermione was cutting it very close.

He was dressed casually in a pair of leather pants, and half high leather books that held snug to his leg. His black silk shirt had is top 4 buttons undone, showing off his toned chest. He had a riding crop attached to his belt on the right side, on his left a small dagger sheath with a jeweled hilt sticking out. His hair was tied by in its usual style, with a few strands from the front falling down to frame his face.

He sat, drinking his Earl Grey tea and watching the bees dance from flower to flower to distract his mind from what was to come. Everything was perfect and ready to go, he was just having trouble containing his impatient energy and ignoring the turmoil inside his mind.

He'd wanted to dominate her for years and never once did he stop to question his intentions or reasons. He was a Malfoy, and therefore deserved to get what he wanted. But what did Hermione want? Did he care? Surprising yes, he wanted her to be happy with him as much as he wanted her to be submissive, which is the other reason he couldn't take her away from the rest of the world and keep her solely to himself. He didn't want to destroy her natural personality after all, just tame it. It was that fire beneath the surface that drew him to her like a moth, he was helpless to resist the pull so he would manipulate and control and make it work for him.

Though she tried to hide it Hermione was truly a social being, and it was obvious how her self imposed isolation the last 5 years had weighed on the girl. Watching that descent had make it even harder for Draco not to step in further, she deserved better than she settled for (with or without manipulations) that she deserved.

Did Draco love her though? He wasn't even sure he really knew what love was. Lust, desire, greed, pleasure, release: all these he was taught to understand, but love was almost a foreign concept, something he always dreamed about but thought could never become a reality. Yes his mother loved him, but rarely had the chance to show it to him while he was growing up. According to Lucius there was no room for such Light Magic in his Manor. He knew she was going to be confused and questions his motives and he wasn't exactly sure what he could tell her. 'Oh well, I could always silence the inquisition with a ball gag until I'm ready, if ever,' he thought to himself.

He glanced at the clock again. 9:55 and still no sign. Maybe he should punish her for not arrive early. No, she hadn't disobeyed him yet. Draco's eyes swept over the room, ensuring, once again, that he had forgotten nothing.

The basic debt contract was laid out on top of the table. It simply stated that in return of her life debt Hermione's life would eternally be in the hand of her savior to do with as he wished for as long as he wished. There were no restrictions, there were no limitations. He didn't need them, he needed her complete subservience to his will in all ways and hopefully her .

Underneath that contract was a copy of their future wedding contract. The basic Malfoy contract with a few alterations to take into account the existing blood bond. Sitting on a bed of black velvet next to where Hermione was sit was a platinum collar, styled like a Chinese Dragon. She would have to put it on after they ate. The magic from the collar was quivering in as much anticipation as Draco.

There was only one chair at the table other than Draco's and it was nothing like the comfortable thrown like chair he sat in. This was a cast iron stool, no back, no armrests, and an uneven surface that made comfortable sitting impossible. The final touch in décor was a green silk pillow on the floor by the windows. Hermione would become very familiar with that part of the room and that pillow, if only she would arrive.

Another glance to the clock. 9:57. Still nothing. He growled impotently, not taking his eyes off the clock now. At 9:59 a noise outside the door tore his attention from the clock. The sound of clicking heels and the scuffling of a house elf. Draco smirked. She was trying to put him off his game, make him think she had more control over the situation than she did. He wondered one last time if she had any clue as to what she was about to get into.


A/N Please REVIEW!!! Sorry this took so long to post, I've been crazy busy the last few days and now have to suffer through my body being in pain. I have notes made on upcoming chapters but I haven't got to type it out yet. I got about a page done today but I feel so drained its hard to concentrate. I hope I didn't spoil you all too much initially with the quick updates :S. I am just trying to shape it all up. I also have a one shot or two shot in the works, it really depends on how long it ends up I keep adding details and haven't quite got to the ending yet and its already 5 pages single spaced. Gah but I'm rambling. Please review, it might get my concentration back. Peace