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Evil Never Looked So Good By: Rosa Nicole

Chapter 3: Tainted and Bruised

A/N: I am thinking that this story will most likely be NC-17 in the next chapter. Tell me if you guys want it graphic or not.

Draco lifted off his robe with one hand, and kept Hermione pinned to the cold stone with the other. He grinned, and slithered above her in only his boxers. Hermione shut her eyes, and let the tears slip out of her shut lids. Draco licked the outside of her eyes, and they shot open when she felt the rough surface of his tongue against her skin. "Aww...look at me...that's it. There's a good girl." Hermione stared up at him, her large brown eyes full of fear. //He can take my body. It isn't important....//

His pale fingers caressed her face and raked through her silky hair. When he reached his left arm up, Hermione saw that it was bare. Clean. Unmarked. "Where is it?" she couldn't help whispering. "Where's what?" Draco said silkily. "The dark mark," she answered hesitantly. He jumped off of her so abruptly then, that Hermione didn't even realize it. "What the fuck did you just say?" he demanded. "Nothing," she mumbled. "I'm sorry." Draco grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the floor. "What did I tell you about lying to me?" She didn't responded, so he slapped her and twisted her wrist.

"Answer me filth!" "I'm so sorry Draco," she sobbed. "I don't know what I was thinking." Draco couldn't help but smile at the sight thet het him. He didn't think she was this afraid of him. Here was the brave, fearless Gryffindor, kneeling at his feet, clutching the bottom of his robes, and practically kissing the ground he walked on. The sight amused him, so he decided to be nice to her. "Get up," he said, and she quickly obeyed. "Good...." he purred, and stroked her face. There was a small part of him that wanted her to put up a fight, but she already seemed too broken and afraid to do anything.

"Relax girl, your tense state is annoying me." Hermione breathed deeply. //I wonder if I look relaxed. Oh God, please let me looked relaxed.// "I'm not going to go through with the intended plan for today," Draco said calmly. "No...I am going to give you something, and then we are going to go to Slytherin tower. There are a few...ahem...'friends', that I want you to meet." //What is he going to give Who Who does he want me to meet?// "Kneel by the window," Draco commanded, and she did, her face full of fear. Draco took his wand, and held it high in the air. "Hold your arm out." It was here that Hermione had to draw the line. //Is he going to give me the dark mark? Can he even do that?//

She shook her head, and Draco looked enraged. "It just shows what I get for trying to be nice," he muttered. He forcefully grabbed Hermione's arm and pressed his wand to it. Hermione shrieked in pain as he mumbled an incantation under his breath, and words started to form at Hermione's wrist. When he finally let go, Hermione was curled up on the floor, clutching her arm, her body racked with sobs. Draco waited while her tears subsided, and then looked to see her reaction. "PROPERTY OF SLYTHERIN" was written in sleek green letters. At seeing this, Hermione howled even more, but Draco just smiled. //Wasn't the ring enough?//

"Like it?" Draco whispered, sauntering over to Hermione, and bending to kiss her neck. //It's repulsive. I hate. I hate it almost as much as I hate you.// She nodded, and Draco patted her head. "Good. You belong to me now." She wanted to correct him It said she belonged to Slytherin, not Draco Malfoy. She wondered if he did this on purpose. "Come on pet. I want you to meet my friends." He dragged her to her feet and tugged on her arm. "Well, come on." She was so surprised that he wasn't going to rape her then, that she obediently followed.

"You better smile, and not utter one word when we're in the hallways, or you'll wish you were never born," Draco whispered menacingly. Hermione only nodded as Draco pulled her behind him. As soon as other people were in sight, Draco let go of her arm, and lovingly held her hand. His grip was gentle, and Hermione knew that she could easily get away, but something was stopping her. She just couldn't think straight. The usually clear headed Hermione was too afraid to move away from Draco's pale hand. He nodded casually to a few people, and muttered the Slytherin password when they got to the common rooms.

Of course, Hermione had never been inside before. She was a Gryffindor after all. //Maybe if I had been a Slytherin, he wouldn't be doing this.// But Hermione didn't know. If she was a Slytherin, he would have already done this. Every girl in Slytherin from 4th year and up belonged to him, or one of his close friends. Poor girls had their hearts torn out and shredded at the hands of Draco Malfoy. He played with them, and then casually tossed them aside when they got old, bringing them back out every once in a while for fun.

"Welcome to my world," Draco whispered, his tongue grazing her ear, as Hermione stepped into the dim candle lit room. Almost immediately, before she even had a chance to look around, the pair was surrounded by evil looking young wizards. "Wow Draco, you brought us a Gryffindor..." said one hungrily. Draco smiled and nodded. "Can I have a taste?" begged Blaise Zabini, as he reached out a hand to run through her silky hair. "No Zabini," Draco said sternly. "This one's still a virgin." Many around them, including the few girls who were sitting on chairs near the fire, laughed. Zabini circled around Hermione, and whispered in her ear, "You won't stay that way for long baby." As if she needed to be reminded.

"Aww, now don't go scaring her," said someone loudly. "Quiet," Draco commanded to the chattering group. They immediately fell silent. "Hermione is going to be staying with us for a while. She'll stay with the girls," he added as an afterthought. Hermione's eyes widened as she looked into the dark, evil eyes of the Slytherin girls. "Unless.......you'd rather sleep with me...." Draco said, grinning madly. She furiously shook her head, and everyone around her laughed. //Why are they laughing?// "Get over here Pansy," Draco called, and a thin brown-haired girl quickly rushed to his side. "Yes Draco?" she said sweetly. "Take our new friend up to your room," he said lazily, and shoved Hermione into Pansy. Hermione expected her grip to be cold, but she gently placed her hands on Hermione's shoulders, and smiled at Draco.

"Do you want to come and visit me later tonight?" Hermione heard Pansy ask Draco quietly. He narrowed his eyes, and cruelly slapped Pansy across the face. She took that as a no, and took Hermione's hand to lead her upstairs. The three other girls that shared a room with Pansy followed, eager to meet the Gryffindor. Once the were in the room, Pansy motioned to a chair. Hermione sat down, and the rest of the girls sat on the floor in a circle around her. Hermione observed that Pansy's face was still red. There would most likely be a bruise the next day. The trademark bruise of the sultry Slytherin girls.

Their faces were eager, but their smiles gentle. Perhaps it was only an act they portrayed. Hermione hoped to God that they weren't as evil as Draco. "I'm Pansy," said the willowy girl kindly, although Hermione had already known that. "My name is Leanna," said a petite blonde. "That's Crystal, and Adriana." The girls gave small waves, and Leanna grabbed her arm. She was intently staring at Hermione's brand, and the others looked too. "I like that little star there," Crystal said, pointing. "It's pretty." Hermione looked at them as if they were insane. Pretty?! Who was she kidding. She gulped, and Pansy noted the shocked look on her face.

She laughed a little and pulled up her own sleeve. "Property of Slytherin" was written in green, but it was somewhat different from her own. "Who did that to you?" Hermione whispered, the first words she had spoken since she entered Slytherin tower. "Draco," Pansy said solemnly, but then shrugged, as if she had been to serious. Hermione looked at the other girls, and soon they too were brandishing their wrists for her to view. Leanna's said, "Property of Zabini". "Why is your different?" Hermione questioned. "I'm only his. No one else can touch me. Well...except for Draco...." Of course. Draco would naturally be more privileged then the others.

Adriana's arm said "Property of Slytherin" and Crystal's said "Belonging to Vincent Crabbe". "Clever wasn't it?" said Crystal smiling. "He came up with that one on his own." "You like Crabbe?" Hermione said quietly, shuddering. "Of course not. Draco forced him on me." "Oh. So do all the girls have these......marks?" Pansy shook her head and whispered, "Only the girls who are followers of Voldemort."

A/N: Many things will be explained in the next chapter. It will be titled: Secret Meeting. Thanks, buh bye. Oh, and it will be long.
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