Summery on HPFF: After Ginny Weasley was sold to Draco Malfoy, thing become complicated. For nearly a year now, the infamous Harry Potter has been missing. Every woman who was against Voldemort during the war all are either being sold to become a "mistress" or a servant. Although this may seem like an awful thing, Ginny's found some interesting things in the manor. Such as a black haired, greened eyed man who acts and looks like Harry but calls himself Oliver Green…

Summery on FF: Harry potter has been missing and Voldemort has the upper hand. Woman who have been against Voldemort before and after the war have been sold off to wizards. Once, Ginny Weasley gets sold to Draco Malfoy things get interesting…

Mistress of the Malfoy

Chapter One:

What Draco Malfoy Wants, He Gets.

He ended up in front of the crowd, a hood firmly placed over his face. Raising his head he looked at the seller who was preparing the woman before him; an utmost disgust came over Draco and, yet again, he wondered why he was here. The seller was rather round, his cheeks large and childlike while his eyes were small and narrowed with thick round glasses covered them and kept on falling down his nose. The man was also wearing a top hat and with that, a black cloak that seemed to be chocking him. A frown crossed Draco's lips as he realized that he looked a muggle magician.

His eyes shifted over to the woman he was selling. She was fair skinned which Draco never liked; he had a stronger taste for women with tanned or darker skin. Although, her legs seemed smooth and long, something he indeed did like. Letting his gaze drift upwards he tipped his head a bit in interest as he eyed her chest. They were small, but not too small that there seemed to be nothing under those rags. However, yet again, this was not something Draco liked. Then again, something had pulled him here and he was willing to see what it was.

His gaze rested at her face and her hair. Her red hair seemed too soft and too beautiful for her to actually be someone being sold. She had thin and slightly chapped lips, but that was probably from all the biting she was doing on it. Her nose was long and small, her eyes rather large with a bright brown color. Exactly, what had brought him here? He wondered once more, his eyes traveling back to the seller who was now facing the crowd with a smile that showed two dimpled on either side of his cheeks.

"Look at this woman," he said, his voice loud and strong, "I think you all may have had a run in with her family at least once or twice--they did seem to breed like bloody rabbits." Draco's eyes flashed back to the red head, whose jaw had clenched and her hands formed into fists. His eyebrow rising, he could hear the soft chuckles and sounds of agreement. Soon, as his eyes looked upon the seller, he wondered if he knew her.

"She's none to smart either--" at this, Draco swore he heard the red head growl "--honestly, being caught by a bloke like me?" the seller asked, motioning at his statue. A few chuckled followed and Draco eyed the man, giving him a bit more respect then he had earned in the beginning for this man was very good at what he did. But then, Draco caught it, the man was checking his watch. His eyebrow high now, he kept his suspicions high as he continued to listen to the man.

"Now," he said, smirking, "just seeing this woman is good enough for the lot of you, isn't it? So, where's my first bid?" Rushing all ready into a bid? Draco wondered. All though he had never had a chance to buy his own 'mistress,' as they called this woman being sold, he knew enough about the business not to be cheated. Draco watched as the man checked his watch once again before hearing someone make a bid on her.

"Ten galleons, the woman's far too scrawny!" someone at the back shouted, a few murmur of agreement following him.

"Oh no," the seller said, with a firm shake of his head, "She's delightfully curvy."

"Oh," the same voice echoed through out the crowd, "then I should make it five gallons then. She is a bleedin' Weasley." Draco's eyes went back to the woman and a smirk graced his lips as a few chuckles sounded in his ears. He watched as the seller clap his hands with one of them, his eyes dropping towards his right hand where a wrist watch was.

"So, any one else want to try to win this girl?" he asked, running a hand through his thin black hair that Draco could see was already graying. Draco lifted his hand slowly, an eerie feeling of someone watching him as he did so. "Yes," the man shouted eagerly, "you in the front with the hood."

"Seventeen galleons," Draco said, shrugging off his hood and looking at the red head who's eyes narrowed at the sight of him, "for the red head, of course." As he winked at the Weasley, who flushed in most likely disgust or anger, he noticed the collective sounds of gasps around him. Unfazed, his eyes looked upon the seller who seemed stunned in his position.

"O- Of course your lord ship," the seller said, moving quickly towards the woman besides him who kept her gaze on Draco. Ignoring the seller, Draco smiled his most charming smile at the Weasley and, in answer; she turned her head upwards with her chin lifting up slightly. Amusing, he thought, trailing his tongue over his lips, maybe she's worth it after all. Slowly, Draco moved to the end of the small stage and walked up onto it.

Standing besides the seller, he pulled out a small pouch filled with galleons and teased the man by leaning to give it to him before pulling back. "What time did you arrive here? Out of pure curiosity," Draco said, watching as the man checked his watch.

"About forty minutes ago, your lord ship," he said, lowering his head for a moment while the Weasley snorted. Draco ignored her and began to give him the money once again before pulling back.

"Just for future preference, what is your name?" Draco asked, wondering if his suspicion about this man was right.

"Barkley, James Barkley," he said, nodding with a certain pride. Draco would've believed him if the red head, who now stood besides him, hadn't snickered.

Nodding his head a bit, Draco pocketed his money once more. "I'm afraid I can't pay you," Draco said, watching as the man flushed an unattractive red.

"W- What do you mean you can't pay me?" he sputtered, causing Draco to grab the red heads hand and step backwards. The man noticed Draco's movement towards her and narrowed his small eyes at him. "No matter how high you are, your lord ship, you can't have the girl without pay."

Draco smirked, before pulling out his pocket watched. Having it flip open he realized there was nearly a minute before his accusations could be corrected. He eyed the man and watched as he checked his own watch and paled. "You see, Barkley, I can't pay you because clearly you've been hiding your identity. Not only that but you've most likely stolen potion sources in order to have poly juice potion, which I'm quite sure is banned." The man slowly began to transform back and Draco smiled. Lifting his wand, he waved it in the air and in a matter of moments they were surrounded by his followers.

"Get rid of him," Draco said, in a nonchalant tone. He felt the red head, whose hand was still clutched within his, begin to shake and press her face against his back. Turning sharply, he faced the woman and hissed into her ear: "you are not allowed to touch me unless I touch you first."

"And if you're smart," she snapped, shocking Draco into silence, "then you won't bother to touch me at all. Besides, I'm basically free so why don't you buy someone else and let me go."

Chuckling, Draco lifted his hand and clutched her jaw tightly which caused her to growl in pain. "Truthfully," he said, licking his lips, "I was going to give you to one of my servants. However, I'm finding you too much of a treasure to let you go," he dropped her jaw and gripped her hand and began to pull her through the crowd who cleared the way once they saw who he was.