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A full week and a half had passed before she was permitted to even return to Hogwarts. Desperately and in vain Ariella tried ignore the stares and whispers that suddenly seemed to surround and overwhelm her. Even worse, Umbridge was keeping an even closer eye on her, both in and out of detention. Lucius had given her even more restrictive orders before she returned, and to be honest, Ariella was scared.
"Hey," a voice said, coming to sit by her.
"Hello Theo," she replied, her voice small.
"How are – "
"I don't know," she interrupted, cutting him off quickly. He just nodded.
"Are you afraid at all of what's going to happen?"
"Yes. I don't know what's going to happen to me. All I know is I have to watch out, and that's not exactly something new."
"I know it's not much of a consolation, but break is in a three weeks. Just hang in there."
Ariella nodded. "I'm nervous." She admitted, and Theo reached across to squeeze her hand. She flashed him a grateful but weak smile.
"Hey Nott, since she's technically Malfoy's, how did you get so close to her?" a now familiar voice asked cruelly.
"Why do you care?"
"I want a piece of Malfoy's whoring slave," he said, causing Theodore Nott to tense.
"It's okay," she said quietly, putting a hand on his.
"Oh look here boys. She's trying to protect him."
"Come one now. You don't want to cause trouble, do you?" Avery taunted, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her arm, pulling her upwards.
"Get off of me!" she exclaimed, trying to push him off.
"We could just pass you around after all, like the slut you are. What do you think boys? Should we have some fun?" he chuckled darkly as Ariella continued to struggle, growing scared.
"Come now, don't you want to play? Avery continued, ignoring Nott as he stood, instead pulling Ariella towards the staircases.
"No, I don't. Leave me alone!" she shouted, finally giving up. She slapped him, hard, across the face with her free hand, before pulling free and glaring at him. Eyes suddenly widening at what she had done, she ran, before he had time to react.
Running, she was about to enter "her room," when Draco saw her and stopped her movement.
"What happened?" he asked immediately, seeing her expression. She looked upset and was breathing heavily.
"I – I just slapped Avery."
"Good for you," he replied sincerely, unsure why she would be upset. She just shook her head.
"It – it's against position. I'm your slave, therefore I'm not supposed to hurt someone who is above me," she explained. Draco's eyes widened as he realized she didn't care that she had actually slapped him, so much as she was afraid of what her punishment for the action would be.
"I suggest you get out of sight then. Rest, don't worry about it. Just try to be calm. I don't need you right now. You're more than free to hang in your room," he said, not realizing they were right by the entrance.
"But – "
"Ariella, do you need me to punish you?" he asked quietly, tentatively, afraid of the answer.
"I don't know." She admitted.
"Let me know if you do, by whatever means necessary."
She nodded. "Thank you."
Draco nodded curtly, disliking this situation more and more. It made sense that she shouldn't be able to harm him or his parents, but anyone above her? That – that was practically everyone! And he – he was pleased she had slapped him, especially if Avery had been trying something again. Perhaps…perhaps he could change this, by allowing her to defend herself against those above her, unless his father, Death Eaters, or Umbridge were around. Yes…he could only hope that would work.
Ariella waited in her room for the panic to reset in, but it didn't come. She then thought over what Draco had said, and realized that he was unintentionally responsible for her current state. He had told her not to worry, to rest and be calm. Lying down, she decided to take his advised orders. For once, she was glad for his unintentional demands, and soon fell asleep.
"Avery!" he yelled, entering the Common Room. All heads turned towards the angry aristocrat. "What exactly did you try to do?"
"Come on Malfoy. I just wanted to play."
"Keep your hands off her," Draco snarled.
"So is it true then? She's your servant?"
"It shouldn't matter what the truth is, you shouldn't be touching her no matter what. Don't you know when a girl says "no," they don't want you?"
"And what would you know about that? You're such a player, Malfoy. How many have you had in your bed?"
"Leave her alone!" he repeated.
"What, do you want her for yourself? Is that it? Cause if it is, it's not right just to share her with Nott. Why not just pass her around?"
"She's not a toy, Avery."
"No, she's just a piece of property, isn't she?"
The next thing that was heard was a very large THUMP! All around, people gasped as Avery fell to the floor. Malfoy has not only stunned him, but tied him up as well.
"Leave her alone," he repeated, his tone deathly low, before striding out, more than ever representing a Malfoy, as he left the room once more.
Ariella awoke to a searing pain in her arm. She realized immediately what had happened; Draco's orders had taken precedence over her punishment, but now that Avery had probably told him what happened, it was looking to her to obtain punishment…or suffer through the bond.
She hissed, doubling over as it rapidly grew worse. Hating that she needed to call him, she reached towards his name, muffling a scream as her skin touched the already burning mark, requesting his presence.
Ariella fell from the bed, onto her knees as the requested favor went through, tears running down her face. She barely even noticed Draco answering her call, appearing suddenly in front of her.
"Ariella?" he said quietly, not wishing to scare her. However, she didn't even notice him.
Kneeling in front of her, he moved her hand away, putting his own hand quickly over his mark, forgiving her for summoning him, and quietly and quickly saying the permission he had thought up earlier. She gasped as her mark's burning flared, before quieting just a bit.
Looking up, she jolted, only just noticing her younger master.
"What do you need from me?" he asked, seeing her looking at him.
"What you thought – punishment for slapping Avery." She choked out, her voice heavy.
"How – how do I even…?"
"Whatever way you wish," she replied, bending over her arm again.
Frantically, Draco wracked his mind for a way that wouldn't truly harm her. He wasn't about to beat her, or deprive her of food. He wasn't sure what else to do, unless…he really didn't want to, but perhaps putting her under the Cruciatus, if only for a moment. She could tolerate it from him, especially if his heart wasn't into it.
Gulping and squaring his shoulder, jaw set, Draco stood. Taking a deep breath, he cast the curse. He was unprepared for her scream, but then, he supposed she was too far gone to properly defend herself. He only held it for a few seconds, before stopping, hoping it had been enough.
Ariella was panting, her breaths hard as she gulped for air. She was shaking, her arms wrapped around herself as she rocked back and forth. Slowly, she regained level breathing, noting only then that the pain had begun to subside. Looking up she saw Draco staring at the wall, his gaze hard.
"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible. He turned at the sound of her voice.
"I – I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but I wasn't sure how else to solve the – "
"No, it's fine. I – I'm sorry I put you in that position," she said, shocking him.
"Ariella, you didn't do anything wrong. I – I don't know if you heard, but I gave you permission in the future to be able to hurt those technically above you, so long as Umbridge, my father, or other Death Eaters aren't around."
Ariella's brown eyes widened. "Thank you."
Draco nodded curtly, and the two were silent.
"Draco, may I – may I ask you something? It – it questions your authority, so – "
"I don't mind. Ask whatever you want," he said, giving her the permission she needed.
"Would you – would you ever do what he wanted?"
"Ariella, what are you talking about?"
"Would you ever pass me around?"
Draco turned to look at her, not bothering to mask his emotions. "Do you think I would?"
"I – I'd like to think you wouldn't, but you're allowed to, and if you give them permission, they can't get in trouble, and I – "
"Ariella, I promise you, I won't do that unless I'm forced to."
She nodded. "Thank you," she said, slight relief clear in her voice.
"Are you all right to stay here? You look exhausted."
She nodded once more. "I – the mark woke me up. Could – could I ask another favor of you?" she asked hesitantly.
Draco nodded, unsure of what he had agreed to.
"Would you – can you order me to sleep?"
"You can make me do anything. You control me entirely. If you order me to sleep, my body will comply, even if I don't want to. But right now – I'm afraid I won't be able to on my own. I – I'm sorry if this is asking too much, I just – "
"Ariella, it's fine," interrupted Draco, holding out his hand to her. She took it, and he helped her to the cot. "I hadn't realized I had that much control."
She nodded yet again in response.
"I don't mind this time. Just – let me know if I order you without realizing it."
"I – I will."
"And you may ask small favors of me," he added quickly, this time catching as gratefulness flashed in her eyes.
"Get some sleep," he ordered finally, and she lay down. Within seconds, her breathing evened out, her body following the command.
Sighing, Draco left the hidden room, noting that it was located by where she had run into him earlier.
Draco realized he disliked how much control he had over her. He also realized all those times he had told her to relax, she had, because he had said to. Leaning against the wall, he was hit with a sudden comprehension of just how reliant she really was on them.
Thanks to all who are reading and enjoying this story. If you have any suggestions, (i.e. would like to see something happen, etc.) questions, or comments, please feel free to private message me. Thanks! ~ Leanora