The Malfoy's Slave (Dramione)

Chapter 19

Hermione (four hours later)

I was shook awake. "Hermione, you need to wake up," a soft voice said.

When I didn't open my eyes Draco brushed his lips on mine causing me too kiss back. Far too soon, he pulled away.

"I knew you were just ignoring me," he said. "You need to get up and get ready for dinner."

"Whyyyyy," I whined.

"Because mum wants a family dinner and Aunt Bella wants you to attend," he said quickly.

My eyes widened and my heartbeat quickened. "M..me? Why does she want me?!" I asked getting scared.

"Hermione, please calm down," Draco said softly, sitting next to me. He held my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "Listen to me, you will be okay. I can't promise that she won't hurt you, but I will make sure you are okay. You have to trust me."

I nodded, lightly shaking. "I already picked out an outfit and am gonna do your hair. Do you know how to eat, fancy?"

"Yeah, I've read about it," I replied.

He smirked. "Of course you have." I glared at him. "Anyway, can you stand?" He asked.

I slowly stood up. "Yes," I replied.

He summoned a green dress. "I'll leave you alone to get dressed. I will be back in five minutes."

He left the room so I slipped on the dress. I couldn't reach the zipper so I waited for Draco to come back in.

When he finally came back in he zipped up the back of the dress and kissed my neck. "Now let me do your hair," he muttered, making me sit back on the bed.

I was amazed that he seemed so confident about doing my hair. Has he done people's hair?

About half an hour later he finished. I looked in the mirror and looked at my amazing hair. I gasp. "How do you know how to do hair?" I asked.

"I learned from watching mum," Draco replied. "Let me see your arms," he said holding out one hand.

I reluctantly placed my wrists in his hand. He cast a spell on them so all the scars looked like deep cuts. He cast the same on my face and legs.

I looked at him curiously. "She likes to see you hurt, maybe if you already look hurt, she won't find a need to hurt you more."

My earlier fear came back. He looked at the clock. "We need to get down for dinner," he said.

He grabbed my hand and led me out the door. "One last thing," he said stopping in the bedroom doorway, "only call me sir or master, you can't use my name."

I nodded and started shaking as we walked downstairs. He released my hand and I followed him in. His parents and aunt were talking at the table. I sat in the seat beside Draco and looked strait ahead.

"So, Mudblood," Bellatrix smirked, "do you still have the scar?"

I nodded slightly, not looking at her.

"I asked you a question. Do you still have the scar?" She asked louder.

I nodded a little harder.

"Answer me!"

"Yes! I still have the bloody scar! That's the thing about scars, they don't go away!" I snapped.

I felt Draco tense beside me. "I..I'm sorry," I stuttered as Bellatrix stood.

She apparated to my side of the table and grabbed my throat. She lifted me from my chair.

I could hear yelling as I struggled. Blackness took over and I faded into unconsciousness.

Draco

Hermione yelled at my aunt making me tense.

The next moment she was lifting Hermione from her chair by her throat. I stood from my seat and yelled at her to stop.

Hermione stopped struggling and mum stunned Aunt Bella. Father looked amused at the end of the table. Mum unstunned Aunt Bella and looked at the limp Hermione.

"We went through all the trouble of kidnapping her. I'm not going to just let you kill her because she snapped," Mum said as Aunt Bella got to her feet. "Draco, take the Mudblood."

I nodded and picked Hermione up off the ground. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to my room.

I locked the door and, once again, set Hermione on the bed. She had a large purple bruise across her throat. I didn't even attempt to heal it because it was in an important spot.

"Rennervate," I muttered.

Hermione's eyes fluttered for a moment before she took a deep breath. She opened the chocolate brown eyes I've grown to love and her hand held her throat. She was still breathing deeply as she looked at me.

A knock sounded from the door so I stepped away from Hermione. I opened the door and mum rushed in. She went to Hermione and muttered a spell. Hermione started breathing normally and mum relaxed.

"Your lucky she didn't kill you," mum muttered. "What even made you yell at her like that?"

Hermione sat up, she didn't say anything for a moment while she gripped her left arm. "She kept asking if I still had the scar," she mumbled.

"Mum, can you heal the bruise? I don't like healing important places," I asked.

"It would be too risky, she will have to live with it," she told me. She turned to Hermione. "Just shows you to never cross my sister."

With that she left the room. I locked the door and sat by Hermione. I took the spell off her so the wounds turned back to scars.

Before I knew anything, a small, fragile body was in my lap, holding around my waist as if her life depended on it. I wrapped my arms around her thin frame and buried my face in her hair.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly.

"I am now," she whispered.

I was shocked. She feels safe with me...

"I love you," she whispered.

"I... love you too."