To The Devil's Doorstep

Disclaimer: These wonderful characters are obviously not mine. They belong to JKR. I just like to play with them a little.


Chapter 8
After the Darkness


Hermione dressed in her uniform in a bit of a daze. She couldn't believe she had masochistic tendencies. Was this deviant behavior in her all the time? Was she normal if she felt this way? If anyone had even suggested it to her before she would have scoffed at them. She realized that she had been standing in the room for a while letting her thoughts swirl in her head. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she left and began walking back to her room.

She entered her dungeon room to find that the house elves had retrieved her miniature boxes full of her belonging and had enlarged them and unpacked them for her. Not being tired at all due to her mind still spinning from her recent experience with Draco, she began to look through her stuff, trying to figure out where the elves had put arranged things. While she was looking around she noticed a hard wooden chair and small table had been placed in the corner of her room. On the table, she noticed a familiar looking sheet of parchment.

She walked over to the table and sat down in the chair, picking up the contract that Lucius Malfoy had written up to buy her. She couldn't believe it, but she realized that she had been so absorbed by the last 24 hours events, that she hadn't the whole contract. She started at the beginning to see if she could possibly find some kind of loophole in the contract.

She pored over the many pages so many times she had them memorized. There were certain rules that were put in to make it appear that she had some rights. She had the right to one floo call per week, she would be certain to bring that up to Lucius tomorrow. She didn't want to be cut off from her life just because she was stuck at Malfoy Manor. She also had the right to send and receive two letters per week. That would also increase her contact with the outside world and probably prevent Harry and Ron from doing something drastic. Plus she would be able to find out if they were any closer to repealing this asinine law.

She had enjoyed all but her first experience here but that didn't mean she wanted to be owned by anyone. She had parchment and quills with her belongings. Should she start writing now or wait until tomorrow? She looked down at her watch and realized it was nearly two in the morning and she didn't know what time she would have to start cleaning the dungeon rooms. She decided to get changed into her nightgown and try to get some sleep.

She opened the wardrobe to get her night clothes out and saw nothing but her uniforms. All her regular clothing had been removed, taken from her. At home she usually slept in the nude but she had no intention of doing so here. She never knew when one of the Malfoys would enter her room. She had no privacy here, of that she was sure. Her choice was to either be incredibly uncomfortable sleeping in this damned uniform or forego it and sleep au naturel.

She shed her clothing opting to sleep in the buff. As she passed the small mirror she noticed the mark from Draco on her neck. He had really bit her hard, and the bruise it created was dark. She looked down at her sides, slight bruises forming where the small whips had hit her repeatedly. They were no longer hot to the touch but she still felt that heat they created. She felt a shiver go through her as she remembered how good the experience had felt and how much she enjoyed it. But she mustn’t let anyone here know her secret. They would most definitely take advantage of it.

She slowly crawled into the small bed, feeling achy from Draco’s ministrations and hours of sitting in the hard wooden chair. Hopefully she would be able to get comfortable enough to get a few hours of sleep before the lord of the manor or one of the elves came calling for her.


Draco walked away from the room, leaving Hermione inside. He also had a lot on his mind at the moment. He couldn’t believe the witch was into pain. He would have never thought it of her, especially not her.

Hermione had been better than any witch he had ever had, even Pansy, who would do anything just to please him. He walked up to his opulent rooms and sat in his personal study. Pouring himself a stiff glass of firewhiskey, he sat down and tried to get the mudblood out of his mind. He remembered that he wanted to tell a house elf to put a vial of healing draught at her bedside for the morning. He summoned one of the elves and told him the orders, then dismissed the elf with a flick of his hand and a quick “Go”.

Hermione was truly bewitching, for all he could think of was when he could next get to her without upsetting his father. He knew that she was meant to be shared by the two of them, but if Draco knew anything about his father, Lucius would be bedding the woman entirely more often than Draco would. Both he and his father had to go to work at the Ministry the next day. But maybe he could get a day off later in the week. He could surprise her as she was cleaning Lucius’ dungeons. Maybe take her in one of the less seedy ones. Before he realized it he had drunk half the bottle of liquor and was feeling quite heady. It was definitely time for him to go to bed before he passed out in his chair, as he had done too many times recently.

He walked over to his huge bed and divestoed his clothing. He always slept nude, loving the feel of the Slytherin green silk sheets against his body. He climbed into the bed and quickly started to doze off immediately, thanks the alcohol he had imbibed. His unconscious mind kept replaying, in his dreams, the evening’s events and anticipating the next time he could fuck Hermione. He wanted to make her scream out his name. That sole thought encompassed his dreams.


Lucius had watched Draco and Miss Granger’s tryst on his revealing wall. He had enjoyed it greatly, feeling pride at how well his son had handled the situation. Of course, it hadn’t been exactly the way he would have done things, which was why he had given the elves the order to place a small table and chair in her room.

He saw the look of fear on Miss Granger’s face when Draco removed the blindfold. It was a thrilling look and he hoped to cause the young witch to look at him the same way she had looked at his son. Frightened, pleading, followed by lusting.

Yes, he noticed the lust in her eyes as Draco whipped her. As an outside observer, he could tell exactly by her body language when the whipping had turned from pain to pleasure. She had enjoyed tonight greatly once she let her fears go and he intended on making her feel that even more.

Having more pull at the Ministry, he could come and go pretty much as he pleased. He would have the elves wake Miss Granger at around nine with breakfast. He would make sure she started her work properly.

Suddenly he looked a bit apprehensive as he watched her sit at the table. She was looking at the rules of the contract. He was quite surprised that she hadn’t done that before, but then again she didn’t have much time before having to come to the manor. She was going over the paperwork with a fine toothcomb, figuratively. He tapped the wall to close the connection, readying himself for bed. He was sure there would be questions tomorrow from the witch. He may as well get some sleep before having to deal with her. Draco told him about her temper, not that he was worried. She was unarmed after all. He slept easily that night, although he did miss a warm body next to him.


A/N: I know there’s no lemons this chapter. I feel the need to expound on the plot a little. Thanks to the reviewers for your opinions on moving the story. I think I’ll wait until I finish it before I decide. Then I’ll go with the majority of where to move it to. Please keep reviewing, it helps me along quite a bit.