Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Obedience ❯ Time Together ( Chapter 2 )

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Time Together

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The wedding went by in a blur of happy tears and pleasant phrases, as did the reception, until Lucius and her mother left, and she was left to find Draco Malfoy, her new step-brother. A frown crossed her face. She, in truth, didn't really care to go with Draco; he had stared at her all throughout the ceremony, making her feel uncomfortable.

Sighing, knowing that she really didn't have a choice. She started looking for him, finding him rather quickly in the room that Lucius had gotten ready in. She walked over to him, shivering lightly due to the cold air in the room as well as the creepy vibes she was getting off of him.

He heard her approach as he bent down to grab his bag, no longer wearing the suit that he had been. She noticed how he once again seemed to stare, and crossed her arms as she looked down, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Do you have your stuff here?” he asked suddenly, and she was quick in responding, nodding her head.

Go get it,” he said, and she wasted no time in hurrying back ot the room where she had gotten dressed, and closing the door behind her. Biting her lip, she contemplated on whether she should get out of the dress now or later, and decided that, since she didn't know how long it would be before before she could get change out of the dress, to change in the room.

Carefully pulling out the decorations in her hair, she unbraided it as well before pulling the dress off, allowing it to pool at her feet. Reaching into her bag for a shirt and some lounge pants that she found pretty quickly, she threw them on before picking up the dress, and putting it back onto its hanger and into its garmet bag.

She was just closing her bag when the door opened. She looked up to see Draco standing there, an angry look on his face.

“What's taking so long?” he asked, trying to surpress the anger in his voice. He knew that he didn't have the right to speak to her in anger, but he was slightly tired, and they had a long drive ahead of them. He was going to take her to his father's home, which - from what he understood - was where her and Narcissa were going to move into after the honeymoon.

Of course, he was still living there, but, with college starting soon, he would be leaving right after they got back. He was planning on living in the dorms until he graduated, where he would more than likely take over his father's business. Not that he couldn't just apply for a job there now; he was wicked smart, and already new the basics to running the place, having helped his father a lot during high school.

However, the fact that she hadn't come straight back after getting her bag had him mad for some reason. He was kind of expecting her to do as she said, not leave him waiting for half an hour while she did something else.

It was a reaction that he couldn't help, as he usually had gotten his way in practically everything in his life. He was a spoiled little prince, according to a lot of people.

“I was just changing out of the dress. I didn't know how long we would be in the car when we drove to your house, and I didn't want the dress to get ruined,” she said, slightly fearful of him. For a moment, she saw a look of anger cross his face, and it was a rather scary look.

He sighed, having noticed her reaction. He really should learn to keep a better check on his temper. After all, her reason was a rather reasonable one. Even he had to admit that he would most likely have had her change out of it. Ridding himself of his anger, he just nodded her head before motioning her to follow him.

Leading her to his car, he was about to say she could get into the front seat when she opened the back door, obviously choosing to not be so close to him, though he didn't realize that. In fact, he wasn't all that bothered by it, just choosing to get into the car. He was tired, and definitely ready to go straight to sleep.

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The two hour drive had been filled with silence, as Hermione had fallen asleep twenty minutes in. Draco pulled up to the three-story mansion, parking the car in the garage before moving over to the back door. Unbuckling her, he gently picked Hermione up. He had to admit that she felt right in his arms, just the perfect weight.

Without realizing it, he was thinking about waking her up, allowing her to know that they had arrived at the house. Images of how he should wake her up passed through his mind as he walked into the house and up the stairs, each more disurbing than the last. These images ranged from gently shaking her away, which was the calmest, to placing her into his bed, peeling off her pants, and playing with her.

He shook his head, willing the least image out of his head as he headed toward one of the guest rooms. She's only ten, she's only ten, she's only ten he repeated in his mind as he set her down on the bed, willing himself to leave her alone. He almost didn't leave the room until he noticed that it looked like she was about to wake up herself.

He quickly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. He had to force himself to continue away from the door and into his own room.

He wished he never said he would take care of her, as it was only the first night, and - despite the fact that she was younger, so young that what he was thinking was extremely illegal, no matter where they were - he was still so tempted to turn around.

He fled to his room to keep from doing that.

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Hermione awoke when she heard her door being closed. She could immediately tell that she was no longer in a car, as there wasn't any movement other than the movement that she commandeered her body to do. Sitting up rather reluctantly from the bed, still tired, she walked over to the window, looking out for a second before closing the curtains.

She was planning on sleeping in when morning came, and she wasn't exactly the kind of person who could sleep when there was light shining in. She didn't know what it was, but, if there was even a little light - she wouldn't be able to sleep.

Crawling back into bed, her mind went to her new step-brother. A frown twisted her face. Despite the fact that he hadn't really done anything other than yell at her, she wasn't really comfortably around him. There was no real reason why, just something in her that was warning her that he wasn't good to be around.

Her eyelids grew heavy as she tried to dismiss her thoughts. They were keeping her awake.

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Dawn arrived. With a grumble of displeasure, Draco rose from his bed, stumbling towards the window. A scowl adorned his face as he realized that he had forgotten to close the curtains. Rubbing his eyes in displeasure, he headed towards his bathroom, already knowing that there was no point in going back to bed.

Once he was awake, he would never be able to get back to sleep.

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He was in the kitchen, making food when Hermione stumbled though the doors, eyes slightly closed. She stilled looked half asleep, and he wondered what had made her stumble out of bed when he saw her sniff, and walk over to where he stood. A rather loud growl filled the air.

That answers my question he thought before piling some of the food that was already done onto a plate. Handing it to her, he turned and grabbed another plate before filling it up with some more food. He couldn't help but be slightly impressed with the way she ate; her eyes were completely closed, yet she ate daintily, without spilling a single drop of food. He had to wonder if she didn't have her eyes opened a tiny bit.

However, it seemed unlikely, for she never gave any indication that she knew he was watching her. She just ate, and, once done, pushed her plate away, and went to curl her arms up on the table. It was about that time that he realized that she was planning on sleeping some more, though it was time that she get up for the day.

“Hey, it's time to get up,” he said, roughly shaking her. She groaned, unhappy as she pushed her head off of the table, blearily blinking at him. A glare crossed her face, and he almost laughed, for she reminded him of a little kitten trying to be a tiger with that look on her face.

However, knowing that she wouldn't like it if he laughed at her, he turned away, busying himself with clearing the dishes. He heard her leave the room, and waited until he was sure she wasn't within hearing distance before allowing himself a quite chucked as he quickly did the dishes.

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Hermione stumbled her way back to her room, anger painted on her cheeks. How dare he she thought, for, though she didn't hear it, she knew that he had laughed at her. She definitely felt more awake than before, though she hadn't been asleep as long as she wished; she knew that it was around 2am that the party had ended at, and between the fact that she hadn't slept well in the three days before the wedding, she was beginning to feel a bit worn down from the lack of sleep.

Sighing, already knowing that she wouldn't be able to crawl back into her bed, she walked towards the bathroom, took a shower, and dressed. Then, she went off to do whatever she could find.

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Four more days passed in this manner, with Draco being the first to wake, followed by Hermione, him cooking them breakfast. Then, they would find something to do: Draco usually alternated between cancelling parties that he was supposed to attend that week and packing while Hermione found herself either in the garden, where she had begun to weed and take care of the already existing plants, or in the library, reading.

It was nearing dinnertime when something happened that disrubted their schedule. Draco, who was down in the kitchen, heard the sound of something hitting the ground upstairs, as well as the crash of shattering glass. He immediately hurried up the stairs, turning into the first room on the right, where he found Hermione standing, wide-eyed, next to a pile of glass.

It took him two seconds to realize what it was that she had just broke. It was a vase that had been in the family for generations, having been made by a distant relative for his to be wife at the time. At least, that's what his father had told him when he was younger.

It had been a favorite of his grandmother's, whose room this used to be.

“Did you just…” he trailed off, feeling idiotic for even thinking about asking if she had broken it. It was obvious that she had.

White hot anger filled him. That vase was one of the few things he had left of her grandmother, and…well, he didn't know why he was so angry, just that he was.

He marched over to her, careful not to step on any of the glass, and harshly grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the bed in the room. Hermione gave a small cry of surprise and pain. He bent her over his knees, flipping the back of her skirt up to she off her panty clad bottom.

A yelp left her at the first smack, and she felt her eyes widen as she tried to squirm away from him. He held her in place with one hand while the other continued to smack her butt, hard. Several tears began to slide down her face. While she knew what he was doing, she was a bit lost, having never actually been spanked before.

She sobbed at the hits continued, having stopped actually struggling a while ago.

It was after the next hit, with caused a loud yelp from her, and stung his hand, that he realized that he had been smacking her for quite awhile, and let her go, shocked at himself. He took a look at the shattered vase. While it might have been quite valuble, that wasn't really any reason to do what he just did. So far, she hadn't don't anything to warrant such a punishment.

She was quick in scrambling from his lap, and she ran from the room, heading straight to hers. Her breath came out in gasps, and her arm and butt hurted. Crawling into bed, she formed a ball underneath the covers, hugging a pillow tight her herself.

“Hermione,” she heard Draco call, and she unintentionally gave off a whimper as she heard her door open. She didn't look up or around as footsteps sounded into the room.

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Draco walked towards the lump on the bed. He knew that this was where she was, had known the minute he had come out of his own mind to realized that she wasn't still in the room. He knew that he needed to talk to her about what happened, at least try to explain why he did it.

If that failed, he also knew that he had to keep her from telling anyone about it, especially their parents. He honestly didn't want them to hate him, for he knew that they would probably hate him if they knew about his thoughts for her. Knowing that he hit her for no reason would make them desperate to keep him away from her, and he really didn't want to be unable to visit his father, or her.

If he was unable to visit, then he would probably be unable to think of her as just another girl. Not that he could think of her as just another girl right now, but he was hopeful that he would eventually be able to do just that. He just needed to have the power to be around her.

So he got her attention, pulling off the blanket, and turning her over to face him. It only took a few words for him to convice her not to tell anyone what happened, using clever words to convince her that it was what would have happened anyways. It was a rather easy thing to do, as, while she knew his father a bit, she didn't know him well enough to know if what she was beng told was trie or false.

So, she accepted it as true.

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The final days passed differently compated to the ones before. While they still continued to do what they always did, there was an underlying tension that hadn't been there before, and they avoided each other more than before, not even bothering to each together anymore; Hermione refused to enter the kitchen if he was there in the morning, and woud usually eat something for dinner before he would get hungry.

Still, when their parents came home, she didn't mention anything about him hitting her, and acted normal.

He left the very next day.