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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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Hi Lovelies,
Sorry that you didn't get a weekend update - I had my work Christmas party on Saturday and well I was feeling a little...sluggish... on Sunday!

Anyway, thank you for all the reviews of support I got after my little rant last chapter. I don't like ranting but it was necessary unfortunately.
Anyway, wishing you all a good and productive week! Maybe I'll get some writing done!
- Straight xx
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"Now we've got problems

and I don't think we can solve them.

You made a really deep cut

and baby now we've got bad blood"
- Taylor Swift - "Bad Blood"
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At 3pm the next day Hermione stood in the walk-in-closet trying to decide on an appropriate outfit for this meeting. Harry had told her that he had a plan and her hope was that it would see her return to freedom. This called for an appropriate outfit but that was something this closet could not provide. She'd found herself a pair of black skinny jeans and a green singlet - subtle Malfoy, real subtle - and even a small waist fitted leather jacket that was more fashionable than practical but the shoes were proving a problem. Lined out at the bottom of the closet were several pairs of shoes and Hermione had narrowed it down to a pair of ballet flats or a black pair of knee-high boots which were heeled with a stiletto type heel. On the one hand the ballet flats may fall off if she had to run and they wouldn't hold up well in a forest for long but on the other hand those heeled boots -while they might last - would make running a heck of a lot harder - not impossible but harder. Sighing, Hermione grabbed the boots and pulled them on over her jeans reasoning that if she had to kick someone that it would hurt a lot more with a heel.
"Granger"
She heard Malfoy call her and gave herself one more glance in the mirror and fussed at her hair slightly. It was still in curls from when Ginny had charmed it - apparently this charm had to be removed instead of simply fading over time. She heard Malfoy call her a second time and rolled her eyes before leaving the closet.
Walking out into the living room Hermione found an unexpected surprise in the form of Blaise Zabini sitting at the bar in black pants, a navy t-shirt and a black travelling cloak. Her eyes darted to Malfoy who wore a similar outfit of black pants, a grey t-shirt and a travelling cloak which was hung over the bar.
"What's he doing here?" Hermione asked, suspiciously.
"You didn't really think I'd go to this meeting without some kind of back up did you?" Malfoy said, smirking.
"Don't worry Hermione. I'll keep my wand stowed as long as they do" Zabini said, seemingly amused.
"So you're a part of this little operation he's got going on here Blaise?" she asked, snidely.
He nodded but said no more, turning instead to accept the glass of Firewhiskey on the rocks Malfoy handed to him.
Seeing this, Hermione scoffed, "You're not even going into this meeting clear headed"
"One glass of Firewhiskey is not going to hinder my ability to perform in any way, anywhere baby"
The lustful look in his eyes made his implied double meaning crystal clear but Hermione chose to ignore it. She glanced at the clock - they had to go in 10 minutes. As if sensing their impending departure, Malfoy disappeared off into the study and returned with the blue velvet box.
"Bracelet time Granger"
Hesitantly, but knowing there was no way she was coming to the meeting without it, Hermione held out her wrist and watched as Malfoy put it on her and fastened it then he pressed his lips to it and Hermione felt it grown warm for a moment before it returned to normal.
"Do you remember everything I told you about this bracelet?" Malfoy asked her.
Frowning, Hermione nodded.
"Good" Malfoy said, nodding back, "Then we shouldn't run into any problems"
He grabbed his travelling cloak and put it on as Zabini finished the last of his drink.
"Alright, lets go and make an alliance"
He stepped forward and took a firm hold of Hermione's hand perhaps because he thought she might try to pull back - which she did, unsuccessfully, and Zabini placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I can't apparate without a wand" she told him.
Malfoy, again, smirked, "Nice try but I think you'll find our joined hands provide you with enough channelled magic. Go on"
Glaring at him a moment, Hermione tried to clear her mind focusing on the clearing in the Forest of Dean where she, Harry and Ron had once camped during the war. She closed her eyes and twisted slightly pulling them all into the confined feeling of apparation. A dizzying second later she felt her boots sink slightly into the forest floor. She heard Zabini mutter something about being in a forest but she wasn't really listening as she threw herself into the arms of the two boys - her best friends - waiting for her. She heard Harry mutter a thank god while Ron said something about Merlin. After a moment she pulled away to see the other Order members in attendance - Remus, Kingsley, Molly and Arthur and behind her father stood Ginny. Hermione sent her a gentle smile.
"Well this is all very touching" she heard Malfoy sneer, "But we are here for a reason"
"Yeah to get Hermione back you mangy ferret" Ron spat.
"Nooo" Malfoy said slowly, "to negotiate an allegiance - keep up Weasel for everybody's sake"
Ron was preparing to snap back a reply but Hermione squeezed his wrist firmly shutting him up as Remus stepped forward to speak,
"Hermione tells us you no longer bare any loyalty to your father Draco, so tell us to whom does your loyalty belong now?"
"I'm loyal to my own cause and to those who support me" Malfoy replied, gesturing to Blaise.
"How many others belong to your cause?"
Draco smirked, "Enough to provide me with a small but incredibly powerful army Lupin"
Remus frowned, "And what is your cause exactly?"
Draco glanced at Blaise a moment who gave a sharp nod and then he said,
"We no longer support the radical ideology surrounding blood purity. We believe simply in power and the bloodlines that carry it be they Pureblood, Half Blood or Muggle Born" - he glanced at Hermione - "We believe in prioritising the continuation of these bloodlines over others to ensure the rise of generations of magically superior witches and wizards"
"Despicable" Molly muttered.
"And the weaker bloodlines, what about them?" Hermione asked.
"They would be strongly encouraged to keep their weaker blood confined to a pool of other weaker bloodlines so that they would eventually breed themselves out of the magical world all together - no deaths or race wars necessary. I believe Muggles employ a similar technique with race horses?"
"You'd control who a person can marry?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"Yes Granger" Malfoy said, a glint in his eyes, "We would"
Suddenly, everything made sense. Malfoy believed himself and her to be a validated pair because he came from a famous line of powerful wizards and she'd been labelled the brightest witch of her age- By Malfoy's logic any offspring they had would be more powerful still. She felt sick, she felt like livestock.
"Everyone has the right to love, marry and have children with whomever they want Draco - to restrict that would rob generations of witches and wizards of their freedom"
"So you say Lupin but your way has seen once powerful bloodlines like the Longbottoms and the Weasley's reduced to producing magically inferior heirs such as the Weasel over there or that witless wonder you Gryffindors refer to as Neville. Its an embarrassment"
"How dare you!" Arthur cried, outraged.
"How do you plan to bring your theory to action?" Kingsley, finally, spoke.
"That's classified" Draco said firmly, "but I can ensure you we plan to do it with minimal causalities - at this stage the Wizarding world will need every drop of magical blood we've got by the time this war is over"
"We can not possibly discuss an allegiance without that information" Remus said.
"And I suppose by that logic you're content to lay out your every battle plan and plan for the Wizarding world post-war for us are you?" Zabini asked, an eyebrow raised.
"A moment please" Kingsley said.
He took Remus by the sleeve of his cloak and dragged him away a distance followed by Arthur and Molly. Kingsley waved his wand and Hermione assumed they'd cast 'Muffilato' as they could no longer hear a word of the discussion happening between the small group. While this happened Ginny approached Hermione and swept her into a hug,
"I'm so sorry 'Mione" she said, tearfully, "That's his plan for you isn't it? To use you to create his powerful heirs"
Knowing this was probably true, Hermione nodded as she hugged her friend tight.
"WHAT?!"
Pulling away, Hermione saw Ron standing there, staring at her, red in the face with anger.
"Ron…" Hermione said, warningly.
"You!" he yelled, switching his gaze to Malfoy, "You can't make Hermione a part of your sick little plan"
Never one to miss an opportunity to rile Ron up, Malfoy smirked back,
"Actually I can. In case your inferior blood hadn't noticed yet Weasel, Granger's been in my possession the last 3 nights - she'd eaten the food I've provided to her, she's wearing the clothes I bought her and she's been sleeping in my bed too"
"You can't have her Malfoy, find someone else" Harry snapped.
"I've already got her Potter" Malfoy snapped back, "She's already mine"
"She is not some kind of machine to create your evil spawn with you bastard" Ron shouted at him.
"Oh trust me I know" Malfoy chuckled, "I have many plans for Granger first Weasel. One day she will carry my spawn - as you've so nicely put it - but not yet. She will make a wonderful mother to our children though when its time"
Hermione didn't know what to think as she watched Malfoy bait Ron so she settled for fear. This whole concept was ridiculous - you couldn't control who you fell in love with - but, then again, Hermione didn't think Malfoy's plan catered much to love. He'd said it himself - the world he'd grown up in had couples formed based on money, connections, power but not love.
"We won't let you take her Malfoy" Harry said, drawing his wand, "Hermione take my hand, we're going"
He held a hand out to her as Ron and Ginny also drew their wands and aimed it at Malfoy and Zabini but Hermione didn't move. A look of regret passed over her face, she wanted to take Harry's hand and leave more than anything.
"I can't" she said, sadly, "The bracelet Harry, I told you"
"Well then take it off" Harry snapped.
"She can't Potter. Only I control when that bracelet comes off her and, before you even try it, it only accepts magic I perform willingly"
Malfoy took a step forward and caught Hermione's wrists, tugging her over to stand closer to him.
"Get your hands off her Malfoy" Ron hissed.
"Ron calm down" Hermione said softly, "He's not hurting me"
"Calm down?! I will not calm down Hermione. He's a piece of shit Death Eater and he's touching you and you're not exactly stopping him - maybe you want to be his human incubator"
"Ronald!" Ginny hissed at him.
"No Ginny, no. He's got his slimy hands on her and she's not stopping him, he wants him. She's in on his plan"
"Ron, this is Hermione we're talking about" Harry tried to reason with him, "We're here for peace talks. She's not siding with Malfoy"
"Maybe not" Ron shouted, "But she wants to fuck him, look at her! Is this why we didn't work Hermione?! Was I not enough of a Pureblood wanker for you?!"
"Ron!" Hermione cried, outraged at his words.
"Obviously not Weasel" Malfoy said, turning Hermione into his chest slightly so Ron could see him nuzzle his nose into the curls atop her head, " But when we leave here I'll be happy to get a little bit of Pureblood inside her in your honour - well lets be realistic - a big bit of Pureblood - as much as she wants, as frequently as she wants, as hard and fast and deep as she wants"
That was the tipping point for Ron. Hermione watched him lose all control as he fired a 'reductor ' curse at them. She saw rather than heard Malfoy throw up a shield charm before he turned his body, shielding Hermione just in case. The curse hit the shield and shattered it but did not hit either of them.
"Ron" Harry yelled at him, "You could hit Hermione!"
"I don't care" Ron roared, "I'd rather her be dead than in the clutches of that murderous scum"
Hermione felt her heart break as Ron said this and she was so shocked she didn't even feel Malfoy straighten up and push her behind him nor did she see Blaise deflect Ron's latest curse at them or Harry tackle Ron to the ground. She did hear Molly's cry of anguish as the other four finally realised what was going on though.
"What is the meaning of this?" Remus yelled, angrily, "Ronald! You were warned to control your temper before we came here"
"Its not entirely his fault Remus" Ginny said, "While he's a moron for taking the bait Malfoy did provoke him"
"They're just words Weaselette. If that buffoon can't keep his cool over a few barbed gibes I sure as well wouldn't be expecting him to fight as any kind of decent solider"
He looked to Remus as Ginny glared at him,
"Obviously these talks of allegiance will have to be suspended. I will not risk Granger any further and, in fact, until you've got that out of control embarrassment under control I've no interest in holding any future discussions with you lot"
"Malfoy please" Ginny cried, desperately, "Please don't take her"
Hermione looked sadly at her friend. She seemed so alone in her despair. She wanted to reach out and hold her but that wasn't possible as Draco sneered at her friends before he turned, wrapped her in his arms and disappeared, Blaise close behind him.
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They landed back in Malfoy's apartment and Hermione stood, frozen in shock from the past hour, as Malfoy removed the bracelet.
"Say what you want about me or my actions baby but I would never fire a curse at you - the Weasel could have killed you tonight"
Tears sprung to Hermione's eyes and she crawled onto one of the lounge armchairs to sit with her knees to her chest. Sobs wracked her body and the tears broke free to stream down her cheeks as she realised Malfoy was right - Ron's actions had shown little regard for her safety. He could have killed her and he'd even told Harry he'd rather she be dead than with Malfoy. Her heart ached as she tried to process his betrayal.
Malfoy watched her fall apart for a moment before he heard the sound of Blaise's arrival and went to greet him. He was already at the bar pouring himself a drink.
"So mission accomplished?" he asked after his first sip.
Draco nodded, "Stupid Weasley has swung the balance of power directly in our favour. She'll never get over his actions and the Order will realise he's seemingly pissed off an allegiance they very much need - they'll have to offer us a token of piece"
"Which will be?"
Draco glanced to Hermione who to consumed in her own grief to listen to their conversation,
"Their Gryffindor Princess - they'll have to swear to forget all planned attempts to rescue her. They'll have to leave her with me to ensure my cooperation and then our allegiance will begin and our real work will start - no more Death Eater bullshit"
"To no more Death Eater bullshit" Blaise toasted.
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An hour later Blaise was gone and Hermione had cried herself into a fitful sleep. For a while, Draco just sat and watched her - his inspiration for his whole cause.
In sixth year he'd had a thought - if Purebloods were so special and powerful, why did people like Weasel and Longbottom - hell even Brown - exist. They held no powerful magic despite being products of generations of Pureblood breeding. Then there was Granger - a Muggleborn - and thought to be more powerful than all of them. A little research had lead him to find Earnest Dunning's theory that power did indeed lie within blood just not blood according to purity. Dunning believed that strong bloodlines were created when an equally powerful witch and wizard came together to produce powerful children and this power could be continued through blood by matching one's children with an equally, if not stronger, partner. This theory had made sense to Draco far more than the incestuous purity belief and he'd quickly realised his best chance at continuing his powerful family line was to secure Granger. He'd simply lucked out that between fifth and sixth year she'd also started to come into her looks, the girl had been the cause of more than just Draco's insatiable boners towards the end of their schooling.
He'd zoned out, he realised, and he returned his gaze to Hermione only to find her watching him from her cramped position in the armchair.
"You're awake" he said, simply.
She nodded and wiped a single escaped tear from her cheek,
"You protected me today" she said, softly.
He nodded, "I did. He was going to hurt you accident or not"
"Why did you protect me though? Because I'm a good potential foetus incubator?"
"Well there's that" he agreed, "But there's also the fact that I don't actually want to hurt you Granger or to see you get hurt. Don't get me wrong, I am not like Potter the sap. I'm realistic enough to know that you will get hurt and probably by me too but when that happens it will be for the greater good and not because Weasley can't handle the idea that one day I'm going to have you squirming beneath me as I'm deep inside you"
Hermione felt a blush warm her cheeks as Malfoy said that and she coughed awkwardly to clear her voice, hoarse from crying.
"He just fired that curse - he aimed for you I'm sure - but I was standing right there and he said those things, that he'd rather me dead - "
"The dolt's always been an idiot Granger. Nice to see you're finally realising it. Your blood is destined to mix with a more powerful partners- like mine"
Hermione crinkled her nose in disapproval, "When I have children with someone Malfoy it will be someone I love, not someone guaranteed to give me a powerful son or daughter. Power isn't everything"
"Power is life-changing. You of all people should understand that- Muggleborn - with your magical powers"
Hermione frowned, okay he had a small point there.
"Two powerful people does not necessarily equal a strong offspring - things happen, things beyond our control"
"The chances of producing a squib are far less likely then when compared to a powerful match, like yourself, with someone like Weasley. Don't stress though Granger, I have an idea for a tool to help us there and when you're ready you'll help me"
He stood and took Granger's hand pulling her into a standing position.
"I'll cook tonight while you freshen up and try to look less 'teary'"
He turned to head into the kitchen but Hermione held onto his hand, stopping him as she said,
"Malfoy wait" she took a step towards him, "Don't think to much into this. You protected me today and I want to thank you is all"
Shyly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, a very sweet and gentle kiss then she pulled back.
"Consider my deadline met and thank you"
Then, before, he could say or do anything, Hermione nervously turned and left for the shower, her only current means of escaping Draco Malfoy.
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