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Witchnapped	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: All the beauty of the Harry Potter world and characters below to JK Rowling. I'm just borrowing for my own amusement. I make no money from this story...at all.

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Good Evening Lovlies,
Thank you for all the love and support in your reviews! Keep them coming! Here is my second chapter - please don't expect a chapter a day as you'll be disappointed. This is a special occasion because its the weekend :) but hi ho hi ho back to work tomorrow!
Enjoy!
Straight xx
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'I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they've always said.
I'm a lost cause, not a hero"
- Simple Plan - "Me Against The World"
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Hermione woke the next morning to a dark room. At first she wondered if her body had only allowed her an hour of sleep and it was still night but a glance at the Muggle alarm clock told her it was almost 9am. She then realised that the room was dark because someone had pulled the curtains shut and it definitely hadn't been her. No, the curtain shutter probably also owned the arm that was clamped around her waist. During the incredibly short time they'd been together Hermione and Ron had shared a bed once or twice and she'd awoken in this position - his arm wrapped around her - but Ron's hold had been gentle, one of affection, this arm, obviously belonging to Malfoy, held her with possession, like she was a captive- which she was. She squirmed around a bit to see if she could loosen his hold - it didn't but it did wake him as he sleepily groaned,
"As nice as that feels Granger - there are more pleasurable ways to arouse me"
She stilled instantly.
"Let go of me Malfoy" she said, firmly.
He chuckled and ignored her. Instead, he shifted closer to her and nuzzled his face into her hair. Hermione could feel everything - the hard muscles of his body, the way his legs entwined with hers and a hardened bulge brushing against her bum.
"Let me go" she repeated.
"Now why would I do that? I'd much rather hold onto you. We could have some fun. I promise I'd make you scream"
To drive his implication home, Malfoy rolled his hips, grinding his erection against her.
"You're a Death Eater Malfoy. Making people scream is what you do - you made a whole club full of people scream last night. Innocent people!"
She heard Malfoy chuckle again, "Clever Granger but for you I'd make you scream much more intimately"
She felt his lips on her shoulder pressing small kisses to it in a steady path to her neck and anger flared up inside her. He thought he was so charming and obviously thought he had enough hold over her to allow this despicable behaviour. He was wrong. Sharply, Hermione drove her elbow back into him, jabbing him hard enough that she felt the air leave his lungs and causing him to recoil from her. She took advantage of her freedom and quickly rolled out of the bed and stood over him as he recovered.
"Lets get one thing straight Malfoy" she hissed at him, "You got lucky when you stunned me at that club last night. I was more concerned for Ginny's safety than my own and that gave you an advantage but face to face in a real duel I'd wipe the floor with you. You are obviously aware of this because you've taken my wand away but don't you dare assume that just because I'm wandless that I'm defenceless. The Order know you have me and they will come for me and when they do we'll find the deepest, darkest cell to lock you away in forever so don't further my motivation to lock you away by attempting to rape me - it won't end well for you"
During her ranting, Malfoy had recovered from her assault and had thrown himself back on the bed to listen to her, hands tucked behind his head, a smirk on his face.
"That's what you think rape is Granger? Didn't the Order cover 'Rape and How To Identify It' in 'We're A Pack Of Seemingly Noble Douches 101'. Well let me help you out here - that wasn't it. That was me being nice and paying you a little bit of sexual attention. Obviously, that's a new concept to you"
"You don't know anything about me Malfoy" she spat.
"Ha!" he laughed,"That's where you're wrong. I know a lot more than you think - I know you desperately cling to the belief that a person's blood has nothing to do with their magical ability because you couldn't bare to consider that you may never hold the same potential for greatness that someone like me may. I know you feel as if you will never learn enough about the magical world and that you're jealous that it was kept from you for the first 11 years of your life, I know that you sometimes doubt the Order and wonder if they'll be able to hand the fate of the magical world back over to a newly reformed Ministry should they win. I also know that you desperately wish you could be attracted to dunderheads like Krum and Weasley but that you're beginning to realise you never will be and, lastly, and most shamefully, a small part of you wonders how your life would have turned out if you'd been sorted into another house at school and had never become friends with Harry Potter"
He could practically see the rage flowing through her, causing her to shake by the time he'd finished speaking.
"I have never once wondered that" she snapped, furious.
"Oh you have" he assured her, confidently.
"You used legimency on me?!" she seethed.
"You know I didn't" Malfoy shrugged, "You're an occulmens Granger - albeit a very rough one- self taught I suspect. I'll admit I tried when I first bought you here but there's no way I'd have broken through your roughly constructed defences without you knowing. I just know you Granger, you're a bit of a puzzle that I like to try to figure out"
"Well you failed Malfoy, you're wrong about all of it so stay out of my mind"
Overwhelmed by the urge to get away from him she fled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She made sure to lock the door but with no wand she was powerless to do anything to stop Malfoy coming in. She waited a few moments and when nothing happened she ran the shower, stripped down and climbed in. Harry would find her, she told herself as she felt her fear seize her, he wouldn't abandon her and the Order wouldn't either. She told Harry not to be reckless but all the same she hoped they'd hurry. Being stuck with Malfoy was bad, he couldn't be trusted - his last name literally meant 'bad faith'. She lathered some shampoo into her hair - trying to ignore how luxurious it felt. God, she needed to get out of here.
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30 minutes later, Hermione cautiously emerged from the bedroom dressed in an outfit of tight, skinny jeans and a cream singlet - they showed her figure and were not Hermione's taste at all, she preferred to dress more conservatively except for the odd occasion - going out to the club being one. When she'd poked her head out of the bedroom she'd been relieved to see that Malfoy wasn't there - she'd dressed hurriedly in the clothes he'd creepily had bought for her in case he returned but he didn't. Now dressed Hermione made her way into the kitchen but nothing and no one was there except for a note next to an envelope. Hermione reached for the note first deducing that it was obviously from her strangely absent captor.
'Little Lion Cub,
I've gone out - obviously - Death Eater business to do and all. I chose not to interrupt your obvious attempt to drown yourself in my shower - that won't work by the way. No idea when I'll be back but that letter arrived as I was getting ready to leave - Potter obviously, the clingy bastard.
D.M'
'What a smug arse', Hermione thought to herself. She had not been trying to drown herself and how dare he refer to 'Death Eater Business' as if he was sitting behind some cushy office desk instead of killing and torturing innocent people. She scrunched up the note and threw it back onto the table. Eagerly, she turned her attention to the envelope - surely this would be Harry with an escape plan. The wax seal was intact which meant Malfoy hadn't tried to read it which just seemed odd- he'd kidnapped her, obviously he held no concern for social graces when it came to her. After breaking the seal herself Hermione let her eyes fall upon Harry's response.
'Mione,
I am relieved you aren't dead. That was the first thought that ran through my mind when Ginny returned without you and told us what had happened. I'm not going to lie and say I'm not scared that Malfoy has taken you prisoner, even if you're not at the manor - he's incredibly dangerous 'Mione. He's killed people, he'll kill more people yet if he's planning to overthrow his father and serve his own agenda.
I showed your letter to the Order - I don't agree and neither does Ron but we've been out voted. They want to know more about the allegiance he's offering. They refuse to listen to me when I tell them what a fucked up idea that is. 'Mione they aren't planning a rescue at this moment - not until they speak to Malfoy, they don't want to risk angering him. Ron and I are still trying though - we won't leave you there alone with him so any details you can give us that might help find you would be much appreciated. You've always been the clever one 'Mione.
Hold on 'Mione. We're coming.
Harry'
Hermione clutched the letter tightly in disbelief - not disbelief at Harry, he'd said everything she'd expected him to say. No, this was disbelief at the Order - her friends and mentors. They were prepared to consider siding with Malfoy and, for now at least, they were prepared to leave her in his snaky grasp to keep him happy?! They'd turned her into a human bargaining chip. The small voice inside her head told her that this was war and everyone was expendable when it came to the greater good but that wasn't an allegiance with Malfoy. He was evil. How could they? Her eyes stung as hot tears filled them but Hermione refused to allow her despair to consume her. Harry and Ron were coming - they wouldn't stop trying to find her and when they did she'd express her anger to the Order, leave if she had to. Their disloyalty would disgust any true Gryffindor and she'd make that well known when Harry and Ron got her out of here… if they could get her out of here.
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Malfoy returned just after sundown and Hermione scowled as he walked past her in the billowing black robes that she'd come to associate with death and destruction. Hermione continued to sit on the couch as she heard him turn on the shower. He came back a few minutes later dressed in grey lounge pants and no shirt. He glanced at the dining table and then took a seat in front of her on the coffee table - an eery reminder of how she'd woken up on the same couch the day before.
"So I'm guessing its to much to ask that you prepare us some kind of meal for dinner? There's no house elves here you know"
Hermione glared angrily down at her hands not wanting to look at him so undressed.
"Well then maybe you should have kidnapped a house keeper" she told him, angrily.
He chuckled, "I can't have anyone reporting back to my father what I'm doing"
"Maybe I'll tell him" she said, puerilely.
"Maybe" he replied, not sounding worried, "If you can find a way to get out of here. You're still here sitting on this couch so obviously you haven't been successful yet"
Seething, Hermione looked up to glare at him when something caught her eye,
"Malfoy is that a muggle tattoo?"
From his right shoulder blade the long spiky tail of a dragon begun, the body arched over his shoulder blade and its long craws and furious mouth ended at his right pec just above his nipple. The dragon was done in black ink, it was immobile making it obvious it was Muggle and was rather impressive. The smirk on Malfoy's face told her that he knew this.
"I told you Granger - I no longer share my father's extreme views on blood purity. This" - he indicated to his tattoo - "is a symbol of my rebellion".
"Done by a Muggle?"
He nodded, "And paid for with Muggle money"
"Well then I hope you get hepatitis from it" she said, immaturely.
Malfoy's response had been nothing like what she'd expected. He'd thrown his head back and laughed loudly as she scowled.
"I'm going to take your less than impressed response to mean that Potter's letter did not bring good news then"
"That's none of your business Malfoy" she snapped.
"Oh but it is because bad news for you must mean good news for me"
He looked at her expectantly and after a moment of intense glaring at him, Hermione sighed.
"Harry's letter may have addressed your wish for an allegiance but before I tell you anything else I want some answers"
"Ever the Know-It-All" he said, smirking, "Ask away"
"Why me?" she started, "You hate me. Ginny was with me that night - you could have orchestrated it so that you grabbed her instead if you wanted"
"I have no interest in the Weasley bint" he answered, "I'm not sure if you've noticed Granger but this place was designed with you in mind - your clothing size, products you should use, a fuck-load of books, even your favourite brand of quills. I was always going to take you at some point and given that you're living here in luxury with me you can probably assume safely that I don't hate you"
"You haven't answered my question - why me?"
"Because I chose you. You're the one I wanted so I made it happen"
"Wanted me for what?" Hermione cried, frustrated.
He was so creepily calm that it was really beginning to frighten her.
"A lot of things really ranging from business to pleasure" he told her, vaguely.
Hermione glared at him, angrily, "I will not help your cause no matter what it is and I will never see you as anything more than despicable and I would never lower myself to do anything pleasurable with scum"
It was so unexpected that it caught her completely off guard, however, when she thought about it she'd allowed herself to become too cocky that he'd not hurt her. One minute Hermione was sitting on the couch glaring at him and telling him he was scum and the next minute he'd grabbed her and thrown her over the coffee table and across the room causing her to hit her head on the corner of the fireplace. Pain exploded in her skull and she touched her fingers to the gash that she already knew was there because she could feel the blood running down her face. She winced as she heard his footsteps approach her and glanced up cautiously as he squatted down beside her.
"I don't usually condone violence against women my little lion cub but you're going to learn to retract those claws around me or these little injuries are going to become more frequent. I want this relationship to work Granger but you will not talk down to me ever. We will be partners and I will not allow you to treat me as a verbal punching bag. Now clean yourself up while I find us some dinner then you may ask me the rest of your questions"
He'd said all of this to her almost pleasantly as if he hadn't just thrown her across the room and split her skull. She watched him as he left her, donned a cloak and went out and she waited a full minute after he'd gone before she dissolved into tears.
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When Malfoy returned he brought with him Italian food which he dished into bowls for them. Hermione had composed herself 10 minutes after his departure and had been staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror with a bag of ice to her head to bring down the swelling - she wondered if she was in shock or had a concussion because while her cut looked terrible she found the pain bearable - the two didn't match up.
She heard Malfoy call out to her and shuddered at the thought of rejoining him but that paled in comparison to the consequences the psychopath may bestow upon her should he be forced to come and collect her. She moved back to the kitchen and sat herself at the dining table as he pushed a bowl of Carbonara in front of her.
"So…" he said, still pleasantly, "Next question?"
He tucked into his meal as Hermione sat there a second staring at him in horror. Next question? Where did she start? So when did they diagnose you as bipolar? When did you stop taking your meds? Do you treat all women who displease you as throwable rag dolls? Instead, she settle for…
"You said you want this relationship to work… what relationship?"
Her voice cracked as she said this and Hermione shoved some pasta into her mouth to hide the obvious tremble of her jaw.
"Our relationship Granger" he said, slowly, "The one we are going to have once you realise how well suited to each other we are"
"We're not - " she stopped herself, "How long have you known you were going to abduct me for?"
He took a moment to seemingly think about this before he said,
"Potions in sixth year. I knew Potter was cheating somehow and it fucking bugged me and the only person even close to my level of annoyance was you. I knew then"
So since he became a Death Eater basically. Hermione realised.
"What's your sides agenda?"
"Ah" he said carefully, "I'm not going to answer that one yet. You will find out in due time"
"You won't tell me your plan yet you expect me to convince the Order to form an allegiance with you?" she asked incredulously.
"No" he said slowly, "I expect you to arrange the meeting. I'll do the convincing"
"And then I can go home?"
At hearing this Draco laughed, loudly. Hermione's body seized with that familiar feeling of dread as Malfoy finished off his meal.
"Even if I allow you to accompany me to that meeting - and that's a big 'if' Granger- you will still return here with me. You'd better get used to the facts- this is your home now, I am your partner and your old bloody goody-two-shoes life with Potter and Weasley is over"
"You can't keep me here forever" she snapped.
"You're right but I can keep you here a lifetime - specifically your lifetime. Now finish your food and we'll go to bed"
Hermione glanced down at her still full bowl and scowled. Carbonara - her favourite pasta dish - Malfoy's stalking abilities were beginning to scare her. She hadn't had Carbonara since she'd last been in the Muggle world - had he really been watching her that long?
"I'll eat this" she said slowly, "But I am not sleeping in that bed tonight"
The sound of metal hitting china echoed around the kitchen and Hermione looked up at Malfoy who had obviously thrown his fork down and was now looking at her angrily.
"Don't be ridiculous Granger. There isn't a second bedroom for you to go to"
On purpose, Hermione suspected.
"Malfoy" she said, trying to sound firm, "You threw me across a room tonight. I don't know about you but I was raised to detest men who felt it was their right to physically punish women like that. At the moment my whole body literally shudders when thinking about being near you or speaking to you and they aren't good shudders. My head is still pounding and I have a bruise forming on my wrist from where you grabbed me so its really in your best interests to get me a blanket so I can sleep on the couch and get some space from you"
He hated the idea - she could see it - and he was preparing to tell her so when her last shred of Gryffindor courage kick in and gave her the strength to stand her ground.
"Malfoy so help me if you try to disagree with me. Right now you are nothing but a pathetic woman basher to me and if you make me sleep in that bed with you then I'm bringing a kitchen knife with me and when you fall asleep I'm going to cut off your fucking balls and shove them down your throat and do not make the mistake of underestimating me right now. Do you understand that?"
Her voice had raised to a yell as she'd finished speaking and for a second terror ran through her as she realised how she'd just spoken to the man who'd had no qualms about cracking her skull because she'd called him disgusting. She watched him with baited breath as he left the room and returned with a large blanket and pillow that he dumped on the couch.
"One night only Granger then you'd better get over it. I sense it won't be the only time injury may befall you"
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-S xx
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