Okay, new chapter. I'm really quite bored and slowly relaxing after what the senior class at my school has dubbed the "apocalypse" when basically we had major assignments due in every class. So yes, I hope to not have as long of a delay between chapters seeing as my college classes are done and my high school classes are easy. I'm going to put a challenge in here.The first person to tell me the name of the book Hermione picks up will get my next chapter sent to their inbox before I post it online. Be sure your review is signed and includes your e-mail.

Chapter Four

The Suffering

The next morning was gray and overcast. The cool breeze from the previous night had turned into a cool wind and brought clouds in from the west. Hermione awoke in a strange room. She sat up quickly and glanced around, trying to remember where she was. It was only when her eyes fell upon the large diamond ring and wedding band that she remembered where she was. She was in her room, in her new house, with her husband.

Hermione rolled out of bed and carefully opened the door to her bedroom. She glanced around the hall, before stepping out. She opened the door to her husband's room silently and peered in. She was relieved to find him still asleep in his bed. Hermione shut the door quickly before silently making her way downstairs to where she assumed a kitchen would be located.

Before Hermione made it to the kitchen, she stumbled upon the impressive Malfoy library. Her eyes widened as she scanned the many shelves of books. She walked silently through the library, her hands gliding gently along the spines of the books. She stopped and pulled one out of the shelves and began to flip through it. The book opened to a page early in the book and Hermione leaned against a shelf as she read the passage.

Through Me The Way To The City of Woe

Through Me The Way To Eternal Pain

Through Me The Way Among The Lost

Justice Moved My Maker On High

Divine Power Made Me

Wisdom Supreme And Primal Love

Before Me Nothing Was But Things Eternal

And I Endure Eternally


Hermione's eyes rested on the last line of the passage. The thick black print seemed to speak to her.

"What are you reading?" A voice said from the entrance of the library. Hermione jumped slightly and dropped the book.

"Sorry." Hermione squeaked, bending down and quickly picking the book up. She walked over and put it back on the shelf and tried to leave the library. Draco stuck out his arm and caught her wrist.

"Where are you going so fast? You didn't do anything wrong." Draco said, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

"I was trying to find the kitchen in this labyrinth of a home, when I got distracted." Hermione responded, trying to shake off his hand on her wrist.

Draco looked at her and muttered something unintelligible before exiting the library, dragging Hermione along with him.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked, still trying to shake off his hand.

"I said the kitchen is this way." Draco lied, not looking at his wife. Hermione looked at him suspiciously but said nothing. He finally led her to the dining room and indicated for her to sit down. He sat down across from her at the table.

"Why are we sitting? Don't you want me to make breakfast?" Hermione asked. Draco shook his head no and snapped his fingers. A small house-elf appeared at his side.

"What can Allie do for you?" The small elf squeaked. Hermione's eyes widened as Draco began to speak.

"Yes, we want breakfast. I'll have bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Hermione, what do you want?" Draco asked casually.

"I want you to stop ordering this creature around and let me make breakfast myself." Hermione snapped.

"Why in the hell do you want to make breakfast yourself? The servant will do it." Draco responded with a sigh.

"I will not let this poor creature be a slave to my needs. I think you should free this house-elf. I don't want to have a part in this tyranny, oppression, and exploitation." Hermione explained, standing up forcefully. Draco's eyes flared up with anger.

"No. Sit down. You are a Malfoy now, as much as I hate it, and you should start acting like one." Draco ordered, his cool, steel eyes alive with fury.

"You cannot order me around. I was made a Malfoy by force-not by choice." Hermione snapped, bitterness thick in her voice.

"You are a Malfoy nonetheless and you will not disgrace this name any further." Draco shouted, also standing up from his place at the table.

"How have I disgraced your name so far? Besides being married to an arrogant prick such as yourself!" She shouted. Draco stormed around the table and grabbed her arm. She tried to break free and he shoved her up against the doorframe.

"You will not talk to me that way. And you disgraced this name by being a filthy, disgusting, mudblood!" He hissed. Her eyes widened and she slapped him hard across the cheek. Draco did not falter. He grabbed her hand and pinned it forcibly to her side.

"Let go of me." Hermione said through gritted teeth. Draco only tightened his grip on her.

"This is your only warning. If you ever hit me again, I will not hesitate in striking you back." Draco whispered harshly in her ear. He then let go of her and went back to his place at the table. Hermione flew like a whirlwind out of the dining room back to her room. Draco was sitting calmly at the table when the familiar sound of a door slamming reached his ear. He then began dictating his breakfast order to the frightened house-elf.

Hermione paced her room anger coursing through her veins. Her fingertips tingled as the anger surged through her. How could Malfoy treat her like some bit of property? An idea most sinister popped into her head at that moment. Malfoy wanted her to start acting like a Malfoy.

And that was exactly what she was going to do.

She quickly got dressed and grabbed her purse, along with their newly acquired marriage license. She went to the large fireplace in her bedroom and grabbed a handful of floo powder. Moments later, she was swirling away to Gringotts bank. When she arrived, she walked up to the desks with the goblins.

"Can I help you?" One goblin sneered, leaning far over the desk.

"Yes. My husband sent me to get some money out of the bank, but completely forgot to give me the key to the vault. I was wondering if you could help me." Hermione said sweetly.

"And who is your husband?" The goblin asked with a bored expression.

"Draco Malfoy. He would be terribly upset if I wasn't allowed into the vault." Hermione handed him her marriage license and gave him an overly false smile. At the name Malfoy, the goblin sat up quickly.

"Ah yes miss. Griphook will take you to the vault." The goblin snapped his fingers signaling the other goblin. He handed Hermione her paper back as Griphook approached.

"Thank you so much for your kindness." Hermione smiled.

"Anything for a Malfoy. Griphook, take this woman to the Malfoy vault." The head goblin said quickly. Griphook nodded and led Hermione to the entrance to the vaults.

Not long after that, Hermione emerged onto Diagon Alley, her wallet bulging with money. She had had most of it changed into muggle money not leaving more than a few hundred galleons. She exited Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron.

The London streets were bustling with activity as Hermione strolled along. She stopped at several high end stores and bought many frivolous items. She treated herself to lunch at an expensive bistro after changing into her new sundress. She wandered the streets until mid-afternoon, her hands weighed down with bag after bag of new clothes. Her purse was considerably lighter.

Around four that afternoon, Hermione made her way back to the Leaky Cauldron. She flooed home to her bedroom. After setting her bags on her bed, she made her way downstairs to look for her husband. She found him sitting in the Library writing a letter.

"Good afternoon, Draco. How are you?" She asked cheerfully. He froze and looked at her slowly.

"What put you in such a good mood. Better yet, where did you get that dress?" He asked, noting her new sundress.

"A store." Hermione said sarcastically, sitting down in an armchair with her legs thrown over one arm of the chair.

"No kidding, Granger. Where did you get the money for that dress? It looks quite expensive and, well, you're poor." Draco inquired, turning to face her completely.

"No, no, no, dear Drakey. I was poor. But, according to wizarding law, once we were married: what's yours is mine and mine is yours." She said with a satisfied smirk. Draco's eyes widened in horror.

"Oh no. You didn't…"

"The goblins at Gringotts were so helpful." Hermione smiled.

"How much did that cost?" Draco asked softly.

"Not much." Hermione replied with a coy smile.

"How much!?" Draco asked more frantically.

"Oh, just under 1300 galleons."

"ON ONE FUCKING DRESS!?!?" Draco shouted jumping out of his chair. Hermione stood as well and gave him a sad look.

"What's the matter?" She asked, giving a dramatic twirl. "Don't you like it?" Draco's eyes flared up again and he approached her quite viciously. He grabbed her arms again and nearly through her into the chair. He leaned over her, his face just inches from hers.

"You have gone too far this time. You say what's mine is yours and yours is mine, right?" Draco hissed. Hermione could not speak, she merely nodded. Then that would imply that your body is mine now, correct?"

"Draco…" Hermione whispered.

"You are my wife and we have yet to consummate our marriage." He sneered, a lustful gleam in his eye. Hermione's eyes darted from side to side, trying desperately to find a way out of shagging her mortal enemy. Her eyes landed on a chess board and she saw it as a last hope.

"I have an idea. A deal, really." Hermione said quickly. Draco did not release, nor loosen his grip on her, but did indicate she could continue. "We play chess every night. One game. If I win, I decide if we have sex or not. If you win, you decide if we have sex or not."

Draco pondered this for a brief moment. He had always been very good at chess, and doubted she could ever beat him. His arrogance led him to release his grip on her and stand up straighter. He motioned to the chess board with a sly grin.

"Shall we?"

Well, sorry for the delay but I hope the length helped to satiate your need for my story. Don't forget about the challenge at the beginning of the chapter and don't forget to include your e-mail address. If you do not want every one to see it, you can send me a private message including your e-mail address. If you are leaving a signed review, do not worry about leaving your e-mail address if the one you use is the one on your fanfiction account. If you are leaving an anonymous review, then please include your e-mail. Review please!