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Cast No Shadow	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione groaned and turned over. She slit her eyes open and took in her surroundings. Unfortunately they were still those of her sketchy Muggle flat. She was so looking forward to the day when all of this was over. She got up to head to the bath and stubbed her toe on the chair. What was that doing there? She continued to the bathroom, her brain still groggy. She needed coffee. She grabbed her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. She started to brush her teeth and, looking into the mirror, saw the mark on her neck. Last night came flooding back to her.

Her knees almost gave out on her. Her head was spinning. She sat down right on the floor. How could she have done that with Malfoy? He was a disgusting excuse for a human being. Oh God, what had she done? She had betrayed the love of her life. A nasty voice in her head asked her if Harry really was that if she'd let Malfoy do that to her. How could she have been so weak? Memories kept washing over her like waves. She remembered his kisses, the feel of his mouth on her breast, the feel of his mouth on her, and most of all she remembered calling his name in the heat of passion. She slowly got to her feet and finished brushing her teeth. After she had dressed she went into the living room/kitchen. Her eyes avoided looking at the couch. She felt dirty and despicable but at the same time her whole body was primed. Her body had gotten a taste of what Malfoy had to offer, and it wanted more. Her body was addicted to him.

Because she didn't know if the "bad guys" were watching her flat, she couldn't send or receive owls. She had to go to the pub and leave a message with the bartender that Harry would pick up later. She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door. She didn't know what to do. Should she tell him? Then again, it wasn't like she could just say, hey, Harry, guess what? Draco Malfoy is actually alive and he's my boss and last night he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm.

She didn't want to lie to Harry but she couldn't handle telling him and him not wanting to be with her. She knew it would be his right to walk away from her. The thought of going back to the way her like was before she and Harry got together was unbearable. She had barely been surviving. She'd been so lonely, and then Harry had come back into her life and she had hope, light, and love again. Harry would always be by her side. He would never leave her. Malfoy would probably drop her as soon as he got bored. Her gaze dropped down to the hand she'd switched her ring to. Because it was a colored stone and not a diamond she could keep it, or so she'd argued to Malfoy until she was blue in the face. It still didn't seem real—her getting married to Harry, or what had happened with Malfoy. When had her life gotten so difficult?

She caught the tube and headed to the Kensington Park area and then to The Swan. The bartender was used to her coming in and out and leaving messages, so he just nodded to her. She nodded back and grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper from her purse. What should she say? She thought for a moment before writing.

Here is a quick note to let you know I'm tired but well. I miss you, sending you all my love and affection.
—Me

With that Hermione folded the paper and put it in an envelope that she kept for just such a purpose, sealed it, and left it on the bar. She got up and nodded to the bartender again. He was already heading over to the spot she had vacated to pick up the envelope. She didn't want to see Malfoy tonight. Would he bother coming over? What must he think of her, letting him—no, begging him to do those things to her? The sorry bastard would probably gloat, possibly even blackmail her, sexual favors in exchange for not telling Harry. "Now, now, Hermione," she told herself. "Don't go getting ahead of yourself." She sighed. All she could really do was go home and wait to see if he showed up at his regular time. She got off at her stop and began walking back to her flat. She made it up the stairs and even managed to unlock the apartment door before she was hit over the head. She went down without a sound.

When she awoke she was lying on a small bed in an anonymous room, her hands bound in front of her. Her head hurt terribly and for several moments she thought she was going to be sick. She closed her eyes and took big, deep breaths. She hadn't been paying attention, which was what they'd been counting on. She was suddenly scared. She'd known this would happen, but now that it had she couldn't stop shaking. She only hoped that Malfoy showed up at her apartment and realized she was missing. Her head hurt too much for her to stay awake. She drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Draco sat in his library, swirling a glass of Firewhisky. He couldn't stop thinking about how she'd called his name when she came. She had called him Draco, not Malfoy. What did it mean? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? She'd felt and tasted so good. Get it together, man! He was acting like this was the first girl he'd been with. Then it hit him: he was only acting like this because she actually knew who he was, rather than beingsome nameless, faceless woman he'd picked up to scratch an itch. He was still debating whether or not to go over there. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of leaving her in suspense. Keep her guessing on whether or not he'd show up. Eventually he would, when she was least suspecting it. He could wait to see her reaction. He smiled, thinking of the fun he'd have reminding her how she was so easy to seduce, how readily she'd betrayed her precious Potter with him.
Hermione awoke again; someone had come into the room. She looked towards the door. A huge wizard with a scar on his face came over to her. He yanked her up and offered her water, and she drank greedily. He untied her hands and pointed to a door. "There's the bathroom." Hermione needed to go and stood up, swaying a little, but walked to the bathroom and closed the door. She still felt like she was going to be sick. She walked over to the sink and splashed water on her face. She knew what would happen next: the auction would take place and she would be sold as a sex slave. She shivered. She trusted Malfoy, though. She believed him when he said someone would be there to bid for her. She wouldn't really have to go home with one of those sick fucks. After she was done in the bathroom she came out and headed towards the table. There was food on it and she was hungry. She nibbled on the bread and cheese, conscious of the man's stare the whole time.

"Why aren't you all hysterical and asking to go home?"

"Dammit," she thought. She wasn't acting like she was supposed to because she'd been expecting this.

"I don't see the point of getting hysterical. It won't solve anything, and I figured if you hadn't told me after I was done eating I'd ask." He grunted, taking her words at face value.

"There are some clothes on the bed. I want you to put them on. I'll be back in five minutes." With that he walked out.

Hermione walked over the bed to investigate. What she saw almost made her meal come back up. There sitting on the bed was a red see-through corset with matching thong underwear and a garter belt. If she thought her club uniform was bad, it didn't hold a candle to this. She wondered what would happen if she just refused to put it on. It's for the greater good, she thought, and she steeled her nerves, reaching for the buttons of her shirt and undoing them.

When the man with the scar came back Hermione was dressed in the outfit and sitting on the bed, arms crossed and a defiant look on her face.

"Where are you taking me? You can't get away with this! People will know I'm missing."

"No, they won't. We've been watching you. All you do is work and go home. No one comes in or out. There's no one waiting for you."

She shivered even though she knew he was wrong. "Get up and come with me." She followed him out the door and down a hallway. They passed several doors. Hermione became even more scared upon hearing the noises coming from behind them, the sounds of rape filtering out into the corridor. She started to shake. The big wizard stopped at a door and unlocked it with his wand. Hermione remembered just in time that she wasn't supposed to know about magic and put an incredulous look on her face. He just smirked and grabbed her arm and shoved her into the room, closing the door once she was in and locking it again.

Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. There was had to be twenty women in this room, all dressed similarly to her. Good God, she hadn't realized how big this operation was. Thank goodness she and Malfoy were working together to stop this. The women all looked at her. She tried to smile. All of them looked to be deep in thought. Then again, she would be too if she wasn't a witch and didn't know there were people looking out for her. She almost started to cry when she saw how young one girl was. She couldn't have been more than sixteen. How had that poor girl ended up here? It was then that Hermione realized none of these girls had a clue that they were about to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. No one said anything; they just sat there, some crying while others tried to comfort them.

Hermione was about to ask the girl next to her how long she'd been waiting when the door opened again and several men came in and started to herd the women down the hall. One woman tried to escape but was captured quickly and slapped. No one else looked like they were willing to try and bolt any more. They were led into a large room with a stage. The room contained about fifty to sixty men, some dressed in robes and others in Muggle suits. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. Some of these men were pillars of the wizarding community! She even recognized two of them as working in the Ministry. This was far more serious than she could have imagined. She scanned the faces, wondering which one was their insider.

"Wizards, let's begin," a voice boomed. The men found chairs and sat, their attention directed towards the stage. All the girls had been lined up single file. The wizard with the scar shoved the first girl onstage.

"This seems like the most malleable of Muggles. Just the type needed for you first-timers. I'm opening the bid at 10,000 Galleons."

Instantly there was a taker. The winning bid was 40,525 Galleons. It made Hermione want to curl up in a ball and die. The poor girl was crying hysterically as they led her off the stage. It went on like this; the prettier or feistier the girl, the more money she sold for. Finally it was Hermione's turn. She got up on the stage.

"Would you look at this? This one's got a nice set of tits, not to mention the rest of her body. Let's start the bidding at 25,000 Galleons." When someone in the back spoke up, Hermione assumed it was the informant. Then the bidding got heated.

"Thirty thousand."

"Forty thousand."

"Forty-five!"

Then a voice from the side: "Seventy-five thousand Galleons."

People gasped and turned. Hermione heard "Sold!" being called out. Wait a minute—that wasn't the voice of the first bidder. What was going on? She wasn't too worried because Malfoy had told her they would come in and raid as soon as she was auctioned off. She docilely let herself be led off the stage to meet her buyer, waiting for the moment when everything would erupt into the chaos of a raid. But it never came. She started to get nervous.

It was then that her buyer came up to her. She looked into the face of Gregory Goyle. Oh no! This couldn't be right. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Where was Malfoy? He'd said he would be there.

Goyle grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and whispered into her ear, "We're going to have fun tonight, you filthy Muggle whore. I'm going fuck so hard you won't be able to stand, and in every orifice."

Hermione whimpered and then started to hyperventilate. Malfoy had never meant to be there to help her. He had lied, left her here to be sold and raped. She thought him a cruel and heartless prick, but she'd never thought him capable of this. He didn't care about her; he wanted her to be raped and beaten. She was heartbroken. Goyle grabbed her arm, tugging her out a back door. She knew where they were going and she couldn't help wishing, of all things, that she hadn't found such pleasure in the bastard's touch.

Draco decided that waiting two hours after she got off work was perfect. She'd probably already be asleep. He was willing to bet that if he woke her up she'd be disoriented for a few moments so maybe he could sneak in a kiss. He got to her door and was about to knock when something shiny caught his attention. He bent down to pick it up. It was Hermione's engagement ring. He instantly went on the alert. He tried her door and found that it was unlocked. He quickly searched the flat but found nothing.

He knew something was wrong even before he saw he her uniform outfit still crumpled on the floor by the couch, just where he'd thrown it. She'd never gone to work. More than that, he knew she would never leave her ring. Fuck! They must have taken her early this morning. Dammit, he should have come sooner. It was then that he realized he hadn't had time to tell the informant what she looked like so he could bid on her. He'd had it all planned out and now it was all fucked to hell because he'd taken so long to come to her. He started to panic, thinking of her being sold off to a sadistic wizard who would maim her. He started to run. He had to find her before anything happened to her. Just the thought that someone might hurt her was enough for Draco to see red. He would kill anyone who dared to harm her. She was his. He didn't stop to think about it. The need to find her and make sure she was safe was overwhelming.
AN: I hope you liked it. I know it's shorter than my other chapters but I was just so tired last night. Thanks for reading

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