Be Mine

by Prytania

Chapter2 - "You're Mine"

Summary: Valentine's Day fic. Semi-dark.

Pairing: DMHG

"I'm glad you decided to meet me here, Hermione." The way Draco drawled out her name made her squirm in distress.

It took a moment before Hermione could even say one word. Her mouth moved, nothing came out of it. Her fingers clenched, unclenched. Then, Hermione licked her lips, stood up a little straighter and defiantly accused, "You're lying."

"Granger, Granger." Draco shook his head in a mocking manner. "You really are naïve."

"What did you do with him? Knock him out and stick him in an empty classroom?" She couldn't—wouldn't—believe that Draco Malfoy had been so thoughtful as to give her a Valentine's gift.

Hermione was presently stomping angrily away from the prowler, when Draco grabbed both sides of her shoulders and pushed her back to where she was standing.

His gaze bore into Hermione's now fearful one. "Do I have to spell it out for you? For someone so smart, you're really stupid. I gave you that necklace and I told you to meet me here."

"No," she said. "No you couldn't."

Incredulously, Hermione backed up enough that Draco was no longer in any physical contact with her.

"I can't believe that you, somehow or another, snuck into the Gryffindor Girl's dormitories and placed that box next to my bed. And gave me this necklace, this very, very expensive necklace. And went through all the trouble to charm an insignificant note so that only I could read. Then you make me meet you in an empty corridor to talk to me alone!" Hermione was now in hysterics, pacing about. "I don't believe it! I really don't. Draco Malfoy—you of all people—fancy me?"

"If only you were so lucky," said Draco. At this, Hermione returned full attention.

Hermione was winded when he came nearer. She could feel each breath he exhaled and see the quick movements of his eyes. A hand left his side to play with the pendant on her chest.

"Just because I gave you this, does not mean I am fond of someone as lowly and dirty as you. Think of it more as…a sympathy gift. It's quite enchanting, isn't it?"

"You charmed this necklace," said Hermione accusingly.

"Yes, but there's much more to it than that."

"I don't care," she cried. "I don't want it anymore."

Hermione snatched the jewelry and tugged hard. It wouldn't budge. Panicked, she tugged harder, and harder, but it still would not let itself be removed. Soon, Hermione was yanking the chain so firmly that her skin became tender and red and raw.

Draco laid a hand on hers. "Stop."

Her hand forgot all notions of removing the jewelry and ceased movement.

Hermione's widened eyes locked with Draco's, but he was smirking.

"Do you know what Famulus Venom is?"

"I've never heard of it." She couldn't help answering; she never could.

"That's because it was outlawed nearly 300 years ago. It was forbidden to speak or even write of it." Hermione believed that Draco paused for dramatic effect, to instill more fear in her than she thought possible. "I only learned of it during the holiday break. I was looking through the Malfoy library, when I came across a book. Ascendancy, it was called. Pureblood wizards used it on Mudbloods like you as a way to keep them in line. It was written, whomever has Famulus Venom wrapped around their neck must follow all commands by the one that placed it there."

Hermione was at loss as to what to say, but when she did speak, it was not kind words. "Malfoy is this some sort of joke? Because I'm not laughing."

"Don't you see, Granger? Don't you see?"

He was so close to her that Hermione could see the fire in his eyes.

"You're mine."

Hermione backed away from him and pulled out her wand, which she had almost forgotten about. "Stop it Malfoy. Just stop! Whatever game you're trying to play, whatever joke you're trying to pull—STOP!"

Draco advanced on her as she took step by step backwards until she backed herself up against the painting. "This is no game, Hermione."

The tip of her vine wood wand was thrust against Draco's chest. Hermione knew that, with the right curse, he would be flying thirty feet in the air within seconds, but Draco did not look a bit scared. He didn't even feel the need to take out his wand. He looked smug—smug and in control.

"You're not going to hex me."

"How do you know that?" she barked.

"Because I said so."

Hermione breathed hard. She was scared, out of her mind. The staring game they were playing did nothing for Hermione's nerves, so with all her willpower, she yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!"

The spell sizzled out before it even left her wand.

Draco reached out and took the wand from her hand. He looked so angry, that Hermione could almost feel the rage radiating from him.

"You're not allowed to hurt me or harm me in any way, you bint." He tossed the wand to a dark corner. "Now, Mudblood, let's go over some rules. One, you may not tell anyone or anything about the necklace. You may not hint, converse, or even write about it. And two, you must do everything I tell you to do. But, of course, it's not like you have a choice."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "Oh, and the first thing I'm going to make you do," Draco said, "Don't talk—wait—don't communicate with Pothead or the Weasel."

He turned his back and over his shoulder said, "I'll see you later…slave."

Author's Notes: Short chapter. I don't know where I'm going with this. Opinions and ideas are welcome.