Trying my hand at my first Dramione fic, so please be gentle. Lol

With that being said this is completely AU. No wizards or witches, and kind of takes place during medieval times.

Summary: Because fascination is more important than his duties, Draco makes Hermione his mistress.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters, I just use them for my own selfish pleasure.

Chapter 1: Mistress

Draco sighed as his mother burst into his bed chambers, no doubt to lecture him once again on his impending doom. It was too early for this talk by his standards; he barely had his trousers on for christ sake! He continued to get dressed, taking his sweet precious time as his mother glared at him.

"Draco, really, your father and I expected you for breakfast over an hour ago."

Reaching for his pocket watch on his bedside table, Draco flipped it open to see it was 10 past 9.

Smirking, he replied, "I hadn't realized my morning...activities ran so late." Narcissa scowled at her son, used to his indiscretion behavior when it came to women, but all the same not wanting to hear about it.

"Unless you plan on marrying Ms. Greengrass, I suggest you leave that poor woman alone."

This time Draco was the one to do the scowling, tossing on his cloak after successfully putting on his boots. "Astoria isn't looking for marriage, mother."

"Of course she is. I see the way that woman looks at you and that is a look of a woman in love."

"The only thing she loves is my money and title, nothing more," he murmured, walking towards his bedroom door. He held the door open waiting for his mother to pass through before closing it and falling in step beside her. The halls were empty, besides the few guards that were on duty. Not that Draco paid much attention to the few roaming the halls, no; his eyes were glued to the many windows staring off the distance into the trees. Winter had recently passed a few weeks ago and now with the weather warming up; leaves were once again accompanying the many trees, flowers blossoming from beneath the ground. It was a heavenly sight, one which Draco couldn't wait to be part of. He ached to be riding his beloved horse once again, for it's been far too long.

"Draco, are you even listening?" Narcissa asked, though she was fairly certain that he had not been. Her son was forever zoning out, lately more so.

Clearing his throat, Draco averted his attention away from the outside world, sparing a glance at his mother. "I'm sorry, mother. You were saying?"

Huffing, she continued. "I only mentioned that if you didn't wish to marry Ms. Greengrass then perhaps you had your sights on someone else?"

The hopefulness in Narcissa's voice didn't go unnoticed by Draco.

Running his hand through his slightly damp hair – from the bath he took earlier – he gave her a warning look. This was the impending doom he was hoping to avoid when she barged in his chambers not too long ago. "Mother..."

"Don't you mother me." She glared heatedly at Draco. "I gave you 3 years to find a bride of your own and you seemed to wish to take no part in it. Well your time is up, I already sent out letters to women who are eligible, inviting them to your ball. And you will eventually pick one of them or I will choose for you," she warned before storming off. Draco could do no more than groan.

Hermione reached out to pick another cherry and place it in the basket. She had found these cherry bushes only a few days back when she had ventured the opposite direction of her usual scavenging spot. Most people didn't detour this way since it was on the way to the castle. Hermione, however, loved the quiet that came with it. She didn't have to worry about the many whispered gossip of how she was 23 and still unmarried and without kids. Most women her age in the town already had a husband and a kid or 2.

She sighed at that thought. It's not like she didn't want a family of her own someday and she knew the older she got the less likely it was to happen. Was it too much to ask for romance and passion and to be swept off her feet?

Apparently so, since her childhood friend had asked for her hand in marriage just this past week and he hadn't even bothered courting her!

"Stupid Ron..." she mumbled, plopping on the ground only after her basket was mostly full. She leaned against the nearest tree and stared up to the blue sky, not a cloud in sight. She reached for the book in her bag, enjoying the slight breeze and wanting to lose herself in a world of imagination.

The sound of crunching grass drew her attention and she sharply turned her to see what the cause was. To say she was shocked was an understatement.

A gorgeous black horse stood before her, eyeing her. Brown eyes locked with brown. Hermione stood cautiously still, not exactly sure what to do. This was the closest she had ever been to a horse before. Sure she had seen horses when they had galloped through town with their riders. But she had never been this close, no more than a few feet away.

Surveying her surroundings, Hermione looked for an owner of the horse. Surely, the horse wasn't a wild horse. For one thing it was saddled up. It also seemed to be too comfortable in a person's presence. And the way that the horse's coat shined, Hermione could only assume the owner took good care of it.

The horse huffed loudly, drawing her concentration back to it. She thought quickly, before slowly reaching into her bag and pulling out an apple that she was saving for a snack for later. Cautiously taking a step she made her way towards the horse.

"Here you go..." she paused, not sure want to call it. Was it a boy or girl? Blushing, she quickly glanced under the horse's underline "...boy."

The horse let out a neigh before stomping a hoof. Hermione paused in her movement, not sure if what the horse just did was a good sign or bad one. Perhaps she should retreat, but before she could come to that conclusion the horse took the last remaining steps and bit into the apple.

Hermione smiled as the munching sounds reached her ears. She tentatively reached out a hand to rub the horse's face. He didn't seem to mind, as he took another bite of the sweet goodness in her hand.

"Well aren't you a sweetheart, yes you most certainly are," she spoke softly, being more daring and rubbing the horse's face. As he bit into the last off the apple, Hermione couldn't help but think where the owner could possibly be.

Draco cursed quietly as he dusted off the grass and mud on his trousers. Not that it mattered seeing as he was out here alone.

After his mother had angrily stormed off, Draco had gone in search of his father to bid him a good morning and apologize for missing breakfast. His father had waved him off, not in the least bothered by it, for he himself sometimes had other engagements where he couldn't make it.

"I take it your mother has brought your lack of devotion to find a wife up this morning?"

Draco had nodded.

Sighing, Lucius had gestured for his son to sit. "Your mother and I truly wish for you to pick a wife yourself. Your happiness is important to us. But time is becoming of the essence, and if we must we will do an arranged marriage for you," his father had warned him.

"Do what you must," he had curtly replied before heading to the stables.

Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts. The last thing he wanted was an arranged marriage, but as his father had so kindly pointed out, he had no devotion to actually finding one himself. Not that he hadn't been discreetly paying attention to all the women that passed through the castle. None of them screamed wife material; they all wanted what he had but not what he was. He couldn't even remember a woman asking a simple question about actually wanting to get to know him.

He scowled at the thought. As far as he was concerned, no woman was worth being tied down to. They were only good for shagging when he had that particular itch.

So deep in thought, he almost missed the turn he saw his horse last headed. He still couldn't believe his horse threw him off. The last time that happened he was just a boy. He was already in a bad mood, and now his back was slightly aching.

He grimaced as he reached the top of the hill he was climbing. One hand rubbed his sore back, as the other was used as a visor to block the sun. He peered down the hill as he caught sight of his horse.

Sighing with relief, he made his way towards him, duly noting that his horse made a friend, a peasant one at that he assumed from her attire.

"I do believe this is my horse, peasant," Draco said smugly at her, whilst grabbing the reins.

"Perhaps you should take better care of him and not let him run off then," she glared at him, not taking too kindly to his name calling, even if it was true.

Draco slightly gaped at her, shocked at being talked to that way. Surely she knew who he was. Though, he had shed his cloak before taking off on his horse, his family's emblem rested on his tunic. It would be hard to miss.

"I didn't let him run off. He got spooked and threw me," he replied, giving her a glare as well for her disrespect.

"Oh, does he not like you as well?" she asked, even having the audacity to smile, like she wasn't purposely insulting him. The cream colored gown she wore and her untamed curly hair went well with the wild woman before him.

Draco on his part didn't know if he should be more angered or amused by her remark. Most women he met worshiped the ground he walked on, hoping to be the next future queen. This woman before him, however, clearly gave two shits about him. It was refreshing.

"Onyx loves me dearly; he just happens to not like snakes is all. Should a woman, such as you, be out here alone? Surely your husband won't be pleased," he scoffed.

The woman simply shrugged before responding. "Should a prince, such as you, be without his guards?" she retorted.

So she did know he was. And yet she deliberately disrespected him. Either she was very brave or very much stupid. Yet, the book she held in her hands said otherwise.

'Pride and Prejudice'

Could she read? And if she could read, did she enjoy reading as much as he did?

Instead of contemplating it, he decided to just ask.

"Can you read?" He gestured to the book in her hands.

She looked almost insulted. "Of course I can read, why else would I be carrying a book?"

He shrugged. "Perhaps you use it as a fly swatter," he grinned.

"Books are not for fly swatting! They should be cherished and taken care of." The horrifying expression on her face was quite amusing, and quite endearing for how passionate she was about it. She certainly held books in high regard.

Just not him.

And that bloody hell bothered him.

Why was she so different? Why didn't she throw herself at him like every other woman? Did she not want money? A title? His name?

Draco couldn't help but quirk a brow at her. Her stance spoke of her stubbornness. She didn't as so much as bat a eye in his direction. She wanted nothing from him. And Draco found her bloody fascinating.

Perhaps...

"I've decided you shall be my mistress."

Since I have no beta, I'm sure there are plenty of mistakes so feel free to point them out and I shall fix them.