Hermione's P.O.V:
Draco led me downstairs to a door so grand it seemed to belong in a fairy tale castle. With a whisper of "Alohomora," the door swung open effortlessly, revealing a room bathed in soft, golden light. He then murmured "Lumos Maxima" before ushering me inside.
"Follow me," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Where are we going?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"Just step inside, Granger," he replied cryptically.
Reluctantly, I followed him into the room, feeling a mix of apprehension and intrigue. As I entered, I was met with a sight that took my breath away. The room was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was spacious, yet cozy, adorned with elegant furnishings and delicate touches of luxury.
Draco strode confidently to a large closet and swung the doors open, revealing an array of exquisite dresses, bags, and shoes. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight.
"Choose one," he said, turning to me with an expectant look.
"But... these aren't mine," I stammered, feeling out of place amidst such opulence.
"And?" he replied, raising an eyebrow. "What does that matter?"
"They're too... extravagant," I murmured, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of wearing something so lavish.
"What's your favourite color?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.
"Um, red," I admitted, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.
"Ah, red," he mused, scanning the array of garments. "That'll be perfect for you."
"But, Malfoy, why do you think I would wear that?" I asked, bewildered by his insistence.
"Because I said so," he replied matter-of-factly.
"But I'm not wearing this," I protested, crossing my arms defiantly.
"You are," he asserted, his gaze unwavering. "I'm the one giving the orders, not you."
"You can't control me," I shot back, feeling a surge of frustration.
"Can't I?" he challenged, stepping closer until his presence felt suffocating.
"What's your problem with me, Malfoy?" I demanded, feeling a mixture of anger and confusion. "One moment you're... almost kind, and then you change, treating me like I'm beneath you. Why are you doing this?"
"Maybe because I love it," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I love seeing you suffer."
"I hate you," I spat, pushing him away before fleeing up the stairs.
As I collapsed onto my bed, tears welled up in my eyes. Why did he have this power over me? And why was I crying over him?
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Dramione : A Kidnap Story
RomanceHermione finds herself held captive by the Death Eaters, reluctantly confined to the Malfoy Manor against her will. As she navigates her tense and uneasy situation, she wonders what fate has in store for her interactions with Draco Malfoy, her capto...
