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Witchnapped	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48202 -:- 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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Hi Everyone,
Here is chapter 3 - I hope you enjoy it.
Can I make one little point please? This is my version of DarkDraco and because we're all unique my story is going to be different to the one you might write. I don't appreciate people making nasty comments about bits and pieces of the content within the story such as Hermione sleeping in Malfoy's bed. There is no second bedroom and she's not in a dungeon - he's a controlling arsehole whose manipulated the living environment to suit his own wants and needs and Hermione, being the clever girl she is, is smart enough to know when to pick her battles. I don't mind people reading the story and thinking 'oh I'm not sure I'd have written it that way' thats perfectly fine and when you write your own story you'll do it differently but until then you're reading mine. No one is forcing you to click the link to read this story and if you don't like it then don't read it - its very simple.
That being said I hope everyone who is enjoying this story is having a good weekend and will have a good week :)
Straight xx
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"I gotta get out
Or figure this shit out
Its to close for comfort"
- Rihanna - "Disturbia"
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Hermione had spent an uncomfortable night on the couch but her dignity remained intact. As the sun rose she'd gotten up to make herself some tea and settled in the bay window of the study looking out over what she suspected was Wizarding London. She had wrapped herself in a blanket and now touched a hand to her forehead unsurely. She'd woken up this morning and the gash on her head had been healed - not a mark left - and the bruise on her wrist was gone. Was this Malfoy's was of making amends? She didn't know.
Her eyes stung as hot tears fought for escape. Malfoy said this was her home now, that he wasn't going to let her go in her lifetime but what about everything she wanted to do? To achieve? Places she wanted to go? Surely this wasn't her fate. Harry and Ron would get her out of here right? They wouldn't abandon her. She couldn't bare the thought of being stuck in this apartment forever, of wasting away to nothing but Malfoy's prisoner, of all her wasted potential.
A short, sharp cough at the doorway brought Hermione's attention to the man she'd been considering. He stood, leaning up against the doorway, watching her.
"Go away" she said, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.
"Ah losing that fire I see… accepting I've won are you?" he asked, smugly.
"Leave me alone Malfoy" she said slowly and angrily.
Never one to do as she'd told him she watched as he moved into the study and pushed her legs aside slightly so that he could sit at the edge of the bay window facing her.
"So this is the thanks I get for healing you?" he asked.
"You want thanks? You caused those injuries!" Hermione snapped.
"Ah there's the fire - its not gone after all. Good. Don't lose it Granger. You're going to need it"
"Why?" she asked, "You're going to keep me locked up here like some captive… I don't need fire for that"
For a moment, he watched her but said nothing. Hermione could feel his eyes running over her, inspecting her, assessing her.
"We had a deal" he finally said, "I answered some of your questions and you told me the Order's answer"
Hermione sighed, "I have one condition"
"Conditions were never a part of the deal"
"Well deals can be altered" she replied, glaring at him.
He seemed amused by her anger but gestured for her to continue,
"The Order want to speak to you but I will only arrange that meeting if you bring me with you. If you're going to lock me up in here then I deserve the chance to say goodbye and show everyone that I'm okay"
She watched as he frowned and then got up and went to a drawer in his desk removing from it a blue velvet box. He came back to sit at the window and handed her the box.
"I have a condition of my own. If you accompany me then you shall wear this" he told her.
Inside the blue box lay a bracelet with an intricately woven design and covered with diamonds - it was beautiful.
"What does it do?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "I'm not naive enough to think this is some over the top display of wealth - you've done something to this bracelet"
He smirked, "Done would imply it could be reversed. This bracelet was custom made for this purpose"
"Which is?"
"To allow you to leave this place with me and ensure you return. This bracelet directly links you to me. I'll know if you try to escape because it will tell me exactly where you are at all times - no charm can block it. It also saps away at your magical core and strength anytime we are not in the same location and as soon as you've been separated from me for 12 hours it will return you to me and if you try to resist that it has the ability to kill you"
Hermione looked at him, horrified. He'd truly thought this through - he'd realised at some point he may need her to leave with him and he'd ensured he had a means to control her in that instance. It meant that she'd be able to see the Order, her friends, but she'd have to leave with him and that was going to hurt Harry and Ron more than anything.
"If I wear that piece of evil I get to write to Ginny"
Slowly, he nodded "I'll allow that"
Hermione felt a small weight lift off her chest. She'd paid a heavy price in their negotiations but she would see her friends and be able to write to Ginny. Somehow they'd figure this out. Malfoy moved again and brought her back a quill and some parchment plus a long scroll.
"So it seems like you've got some writing to do Granger and when you're done fill out that scroll and send it off. I'll be expecting a home-cooked meal tonight for my generosity"
"I'm not your servant Malfoy" she told him, snarkily.
He smirked, "No sweetheart you're not. You're my partner and I would imagine you'd want your man to be in a good mood tonight, not a potentially harmful one"
The implied message was clear and Hermione glared at his back as he left. A moment or two later she heard the front door open and shut and she knew he'd left. Sighing Hermione begun her letter to Harry.
Harry,
Malfoy wants to set a meeting with the Order. I've managed to convince him to bring me with him but there's a catch - he's got this bracelet that's going to ensure I don't escape him. If I try it could kill me - I tell you this because I need you to prepare everyone because at the end of that meeting I will have to leave you all again.
Now about the meeting - I still don't know what Malfoy's plan is. He won't tell me and nothing has happened here except Italian food and a few bumps and bruises - nothing I can't survive. I do know that he owns this entire apartment building and supposedly the other Death Eaters that support him live here too but I haven't met any of them. I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.
Let me know a time and place for this meeting and prepare the Order.
Hermione
Guiltily, Hermione rubbed at her forehead. She hadn't told Harry about Malfoy's violence towards her nor his creepy relationship thing - this would only anger Harry, causing a massive scale blow up at this meeting. She would find a way to deal with Malfoy until she could find a way to escape. Taking a time out before she wrote to Ginny, Hermione glanced over the scroll. Until a year or so ago Hermione had always wondered how magical families did something as simple as get groceries. Rich, magical families such as the Malfoy's had house elves to prepare their meals and get the needed ingredients but how did those that didn't have house elves manage? Molly had explained to her about the magical market. You filled out a scroll and elected a family and the groceries were sent to you and the funds deducted from the family's Gringotts account. It occurred to Hermione that Malfoy must have added the market to the building's wards since the building was unplottable and protected. Huffing, annoyed, Hermione ticked a few things on the scroll and attached it to the leg of the black owl and sent him out the window. Her task complete, Hermione begun her letter to Ginny.
'Gin,
First of all I know you and none of this is your fault. We wanted a night out, we deserved one, and we just had really bad timing. Don't worry, I"m not locked in some dungeon somewhere. Believe it or not Malfoy has an apartment and he's keeping me here.
Gin - you can't tell Harry or Ron this okay? Malfoy's got some strange idea that he and I are well-matched. He keeps making comments about being my 'partner', he called me 'sweetheart' and he's got me cooking him dinner tonight like a housewife. I'm scared about where this is heading Gin.
Malfoy is going to let me come with him to the Order meeting. I guess I'll be able to say goodbye to everyone then. Harry will explain about the bracelet.
I love you.
Hermione'
Calling to the little white owl, Hermione attached both letters to its leg and released it. As her little friend flew away - a freedom she didn't have - Hermione felt helpless. This was a feeling she was not accustomed to and she didn't like it. She was the brightest witch of her generation supposedly and she always had a plan, an answer, a suspicious or something but right now she had nothing. Malfoy had put a lot of thought into containing her before he'd brought her here - an unplottable place, a secret keeper, some kind of ward keeping her in, bracelets in case she had to go out - he'd even hand-selected the books in this study - nothing about wards, protection, additional forms of communication etc. Most of the books were about potions, herbology, charms or magical beasts. Somehow she didn't think she was going to escape Malfoy with a niffler. No, right now Hermione's chance at escape seemed to rest on Harry and Ron finding her and busting her out.
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Later that evening, Hermione found herself in Malfoy's kitchen preparing him a home-cooked meal at his request. She'd decided on chicken kievs which were reasonably simple to make. Once upon a time Hermione had been a pretty decent cook but she'd admit that living in the care of Molly Weasley had made her lazy and her confidence in the kitchen had diminished slightly. She placed the chicken into the oven and set about chopping vegetables. As the knife glided effortlessly thought the carrots Hermione thought to Malfoy's request - she hoped he wasn't expecting this of her everyday. She'd meant what she'd said to Ginny, she had serious concerns about Malfoy attempting to push her into a domesticated role - that was not her. If he was to hold her as a prisoner then fine there wasn't a lot she could do about that currently but she was not going to be held captive here playing stepford witch. Hermione had a rough idea of the role of a Pureblood wife - although they usually had house elves to cook and clean - and she would not be forced into a role of fearful obedience. She could feel her anger rising, her frustration at the whole situation bubbling at the surface and, suddenly, a sharp white spark flashed from her index finger and she dropped the knife onto the chopping board in shock. What in the world was that? Hermione glanced at her hand unsurely. Her logical mind told her it was a spark - one like those that shot out of a wand - but how? And why? Malfoy had taken Hermione's wand.
The sound of the front door opening brought Hermione crashing back to reality and she quickly snatched up the knife and resumed chopping. She could hear Malfoy hanging up his cloak.
"Mmm smells good in here" he announced.
The sound of his foot steps told Hermione that he was approaching but nothing prepared her for the shock of two arms wrapping around her waist from behind her and a head resting on her shoulder. She jumped,
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Just checking out what you're making us. What are we having?"
"Let go of me and I'll tell you" she replied, shortly.
Behind her she heard him sigh and felt him shake his head but he didn't let go.
"Now Granger don't be like that. You may as well get used to me touching you. Its going to be happening a lot"
Putting down the knife with a loud 'clang', Hermione spun around in his arms, forcing him to back up slightly.
"Seriously Malfoy, what the hell is going on here? You've abducted me and I can't get out I get it, believe me I've tried to escape, and you keep going on about being partners, about being in a relationship but have you actually been in one before? Relationships don't work this way - its supposed to be a commitment two people enter into by choice and last I checked you'd decided we were going to have a relationship and I had no say at all"
She found it concerning that Malfoy stood there smirking at her,
"Maybe in your world Granger but in my world these kinds of things are arranged all the time- for money, for connections, for power. You're not a Pureblood - a fact my father will probably try to kill you over - but I've arranged this because I want you and I always get what I want"
"You spoilt, rotten prat" Hermione sneered at him.
"Spoilt has nothing to do with it. I have a very clear vision of how I want my life to turn out and I'm making it happen. I'd have thought you'd recognise ambition better than anyone my little lion cub"
"This is not ambition Malfoy" she told him, her voice falling soft in her desperation to make him see his error, "This isn't how you get your way. Life doesn't work that way - we can't always have everything that we want"
He frowned, "And why can't I have you Granger? What's in my way?"
"I am" she said, carefully, "You want a relationship with all the perks but those come from being with someone you care about, feel strongly for. All I feel for you Malfoy is disgust"
When he heard this his response was instantaneous. His eyes darkened as his face became a mask of anger. His hands shot up and grabbed her arms squeezing them tightly, causing Hermione to cry out in pain,
"You're hurting me" she said, squirming, trying unsuccessfully to get away from him.
His hold on her loosened slightly, enough to stop the pain, but he did not let go. Hermione knew she'd have bruises tomorrow.
"Its a pity to hear that you feel that way baby but I think I'll grow on you in time. You'll come to see that no one will protect you like I will, will challenge you as I can or will do to you what I can. I didn't take the risk of snatching you lightly Granger - we're a pair. I had it verified - we will be partners eventually, its inevitable.
"What does that mean exactly?" she asked him, confused.
"It means, my little witch, that you may as well give up on those dreams of flying off into the sunset with the Weasel. I'm here now"
He sent her another smirk and dove in for a quick peck on the cheek before she could stop him,
"Now finish off that delicious smelling dinner. I'm going to have a shower"
He left her there, confused. A pair? Verified? He was no Veela so he had no destined mate. What in God's name was he rambling about?
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That night, after dinner, Malfoy retired to the study while Hermione stayed seated on the couch. Malfoy had enjoyed the meal immensely and, while Hermione protested, he informed her that she could make dinner again tomorrow night. She'd tried to push him more to find out exactly what he meant about them being a pair but he wouldn't give her anymore information. He did, however, give her a deadline of such,
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"Oh stop your spluttering Granger. I'm being very patient with you"
"Patient? Its not like we're dating Malfoy - you've taken me hostage!"
"Irrelevant" he said, dismissively, "its a normal step in any relationship and its not like its a big deal either - Its just a kiss baby"
"I won't do it" Hermione snapped.
Malfoy sighed, "Why must you continually make me into the bad guy? Okay well here we go…again - you've got 3 days Granger. 3 days to get over whatever silly nonsense you've cooked up in your head and then I'll be expecting that kiss"
"And if I don't?"
"Well I won't force you - I'm not my father - but I don't think you want me feeling that kind of anger Granger. It could end badly"
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What a ridiculous request, Hermione fumed. He was living in some kind of delusion if he thought he could just gloss over the fact that he'd taken her prisoner and could just force her to invent an attraction to him. Threatening her with violence was not a great motivator for attraction either and yet she knew he'd do it - he'd already hurt her twice now. She glanced down at the bruises starting to form around her arms - his latest attack on her.
Tap Tap
Hermione looked up to see her little owl friend had returned, two scrolls tied to his leg. So Harry and Ginny couldn't be that far away if he'd returned with replies already. That thought comforted her slightly. She unbound the owl and whispered it a thanks as it flew off to rest. Sitting back on the couch, she opened Ginny's reply first.
'Mione,
I'm so sorry! I know you said its not my fault but it is! I should never have suggested we sneak out and I'll never forgive myself for the position you're in now. If its any consolation and I know it won't be, mum has me scrubbing every surface of this house twice with no magic. My blisters have blisters!
I'm scared for you 'Mione. Harry told me about the bracelet - I'm glad we'll get to se you but Malfoy's possession of you is extreme and he must be sure it'll work if he's prepared to test it out by bringing you to us but don't you dare so goodbye. I'm going to fix this somehow - I promise.
I love you.
Ginny.'
She'd ask Ginny about pairs, she decided, when she wrote her back, maybe she might know something or she could find out. She knew Ginny was blaming herself but, truthfully, she'd agreed to go, she'd apparated herself and she'd had a bad feeling and had ignored it. Hermione had no one to blame but herself. Harry's letter was short,
'Mione,
Order says tomorrow at 4pm, the Forest of Dean. Burn this letter and only tell Malfoy the time, side-along him to the meeting point so he can't leave you behind.
I've got a plan.
Harry'
"Granger?"
Hermione glanced up at Malfoy and scrunched Harry's note up into a ball. He didn't seem phased by this.
"Tomorrow at 4pm. I'll apparate you to the meeting place" she said.
Malfoy chuckled, "Potter's worried I'm going to leave you behind? He's so transparent"
He held out a hand to her and looked at her expectantly,
"Come on. We're going to bed - no more couch remember?"
She wouldn't fight him, Hermione decided, the couch had been terribly uncomfortable. She stood and as she did she tossed Harry's note into the lit fireplace - just in case. She wouldn't risk a chance to see her loved ones tomorrow and, hopefully, Harry's plan would remove her from Malfoy's evil grasp.
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I hope you enjoyed chapter 3!
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