Disclaimer: I have no ownership over anything related to the Harry Potter series. I am just a fan who thinks about stuff the characters could do.

I never thought this could have happened to me. I had heard about this happening in the Daily Prophet, but I thought I being part of the fateful Golden Trio would be safe. I know there's no hope of escape.

Let me explain some things. My name is Hermione Granger; I am a graduate of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry since last year and best friend of Harry Potter and ex-girlfriend/best friend to Ronal Weasley, and together we took down Voldemort.

My situation: I'm trapped. I'm trapped in a muggle-born slavery ring. Voldemort may have been destroyed, but of some of his son-of-bitch followers still held dear to their hateful ways.

This slavery ring sold muggle-borns or less delicately called Mudblood, women to pure-blood gits who think they own the world and have the right to be supreme because of ancestry. These women are sold and forced into servitude to do whatever their "master" wants until he sets them free. I find the practice absolutely barbaric... and disgusting.

I had no hope of rescue because this place could not be found and only pureblood wizards who are not considered blood-traitors were aware of its existence and had the password to get in.

"I want someone striking in both beauty and intellect. I mean after-all this is a gift for my son we are speaking of. He deserves the best. He will be so pleased for his birthday when he has his own personal slave."

I know that voice all too well. That sickening voice belongs to Lucious Malfoy, and I knew him to have one son, Draco Malfoy. There was only one person slimier than Draco Malfoy, and that was his father.

He paused when he entered the room and stared at me in a disgusting manner. He kept his eyes fixed on my while still talking to the keeper. I was rather scared of the look in his eyes. It was lust. See, the slaves had to wear very revealing outfits that no one, not even a street walker would choose to wear.

"Miss Granger? Well, well, well. I would've never dreamed that I would find you captured. I thought you had more sense than to get yourself captured. She will do, if I find her suitable after testing and questioning. She will follow me into the back."

"I'll go no where with you, you vial loathsome slime!" I immediately regretted my decision of insulting a customer. I knew the consequence of disrespect. I've seen the punishment dolled out many times on those that I had befriended here. All slaves had were each other to speak to, but of course it was forbidden.

The keeper, the one in charge of the ring, immediately raised his wand and cried, "CRUCIO!" I felt the writhing pain creep upon me. I was on the floor. It was utter agony. I knew the effects of this spell well, having had it used on myself before by Bellatrix Lestrange. I felt myself loosing my mind when the spell stopped.

I instinctively followed the slimy git to the testing area. After many awful, embarrassing, and rather creepy questions, I was told it was time to be "tested" for obedience.

I was told to fall on my knees. I, not knowing what was going to be required of me next, followed orders. It was when this sicko reached for his robe clasp, that I immediately got off my knees and backed away.

This was unsuitable behavior for a slave and before I could think, a blast of the Cruciatus curse hit and I was once again writhing in pain. He relented on the curse and I found myself hunched over in pain. He dragged me out of the room.

"She is resilient and rebellious, but I feel we will be able to break her. It will be worth to time and effort to train her to have a member of the Golden Trio under my command. How much?" I was thrown back in the enchanted circle that prevented me from escaping while negotiations were being made.

God knows how long later, I was collected. I do not remember the journey to Malfoy Manor because I was knocked out for the journey. The next thing I remember was waking up in a large bed that was most definitely not my own or the one I had in slavery ring.

It took a few minutes to remember what happened and where I must be. I curled into a ball and began to cry. I was a slave to a Malfoy. I wondered if he knew that I was to be his slave. I thought hopefully he would be too repulsed by me to make me do anything that I most certainly did not wish to do. Maybe he wasn't as sick as his twisted father. I shuddered at the memory of almost having to be "tested" by him.

I cried harder and harder till they were no longer silent tears. I was wailing and was sure there would be punishment for this. I couldn't force myself to stop. I was in arguably the worst position ever. I must have been very loud and not paying attention to my surroundings because before I realized it there was a hand on my back.

This was not a rough manly hand that I would expect to belong to either of the Malfoy men. I turned myself around to be face-to-face with Narcissa Malfoy.

"Shhh, dear. It will all be alright. You'll see. I know you're scared but crying loudly and waking the household will not help your situation. It is bound to get Lucious angry with you and that would be very bad."

I was so confused by her words I stopped crying. She is trying to console me by telling me I will anger the elder Malfoy man? Not very consoling. I turned away and buried my face in a pillow.

"And who knows, dear? Maybe you and Draco will learn to tolerate each other. Maybe even become friends. He isn't that bad, you know."

Of course she was saying this. She was his mother. I stayed silent, mentally making a vow of silence until absolutely necessary to speak.

"Everything you need is in here, dear. Clothes are in the wardrobe. The bathroom is the adjoining room there. And if you get hungry, you must only call on house elf Marble. She will help you with anything you desire. Under no circumstances are you to leave this room without permission or instruction. Oh, I almost forgot. That other room there is your own personal library."

She left just as quickly as she came, and I continued my crying, just much softer and quieter so as nor get myself in a situation where punishment was necessary.