Yes, Master.

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I just fuck around in her already created world… ): Tragic I know…~

It was my 18th Birthday, The war was over. Utterly and completely over. Thanks to my parents money everything was fine and my father was out of Azkaban and my mother and father and I are free to lead happy normal lives… YEAH RIGHT!

The house was decorated according to my birthday. Green and Silver my normal birthday colors, Goyal Blaise and Markus and all his other 'non-arrested' friends who managed to stay out of Azkaban whether it was there charisma like Blaise or there daddies money like himself, were coming to his birthday party. Overall he lucked out pretty well.

"The party guest are here, Master Malfoy." The little house-elf said bowing.

He immediately apparated down the stairs, ready to welcome his guest.

Blaise Zabini, Markus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Pansy Parkinson, and the rest of the Slytherins that weren't in Azkaban, 'the expectable ones anyways'

The party was in full swing when Blaise showed up with a tiny Egyptian girl with no shirt just a thick Dragons Teeth necklace covering the party guests from this young girls bosom, and a small golden cloth, She was very beautiful.

"Well Blaise. Whose you're guest?" I asked taking her hand and kissing it,

"This is Dalji," Blaise said smirking over at me. "My most recent… gift… kind of like a condolence gift from my latest stepfather… for having to repeat my 7th year."

"How much did she cost?" he said eying the African girl up and down.

"More then you get for a allowance my good man." He said whispering something into the slaves ear , she nodded and ran of and returned almost instantly with a cup of punch in hand.

"Thanks love," Blaise muttered gulping down,

"You're most welcome, Master Zabini." She said looking Blaise in the eyes.

I was getting furious! How dare he try to 'outdo' me on my own bloody birthday…. Slimy little wanker.

I passed by Pansy she was wearing a hideous pink puffy thing… but her boobs looked good… I'll give her that… I might let her suck me of later too.

` My parents always did hate Pansy… even though I told them a million times she was just a whore… I was a man now.. I had needs and she was the easiest thing to fill them..

The party lasted all night it was nearly midnight before my died down enough I was just about to invite Pansy to my room when my father came up behind me. "Son, before you invite anyone over for the night… I have a birthday gift for you that might need some attention tonight." He said with a cock smirk while ushering Pansy out of the house murmuring compliments of her beauty and fine 'gown'.

"Where's my gift.. Or were you just trying to get rid of Parkinson?" I asked curiously. I wondering what I could have gotten… except maybe some broomstick polish… for my brand-new King Firebolt 4000.

"Follow me." My father said, walking up the stairs and heading towards my wing. Pictures of me were everywhere, different ages and different points in my life… all that brought me to this day, My 18th Birthday.

I was following him into one of the 'supply closets' It held basic potion supplies broomstick polish a few cleaning kits…. ' I wonder what he's up too.'

"Here we are, Draco" Father said,

"A closet." I said raising my eyebrows.

"Open the door, Draco." He pressed smirking,

I opened the door, except it wasn't my supply closet, not anymore anyways. It looked like the house-elf's 'quarters' in the dungeon… a small matt on the floor with a thin pillow and one of the linen blankets… On that match was a girl… her face was covered in dirt and her hair was tangle ridden… she was wearing rags and looked like a mess… but underneath it she was beautiful, for that I was sure.

"Happy Birthday Draco." My father said, eying the girl curiously like a rat in a cage. "She isn't the most beautiful.. But she is a virgin and new owned before.. that's good in a slave." He said exaggerating the word, slave.

She was so tiny… hardly anything on her her breast were hardly ample and her rump was hardly 'voluptuous' she was just a plain girl.. Probably only 15 years old.

"She cleans well… I'm sure." He said eyeing her.

"I'm sure." I told my father staring at the girl again… she looked pretty cute… this might actually be kind of fun.. After she showers first of course.

"What's you're name girl." I asked smirking at my latest toy.. I'm sure she'll clean up well she was a little petite for my usual standard I prefer a little more curve in a woman but I'm sure she'll be just as delectable or more.. Then Zabini's little pet.

"Father, Leave me alone to talk to our new employee." He said smirking at his father, His father smirked back leaving me to my fun.. And believe me she was going to be fun, maybe a shower, then some time in my bed. Sounds fun to me.. Let her warm up to me a bit… don't want to make it to terrible… she wont respond to anything I do to her if she's terrified… but that might be fun… I could feel the smirk on my face becoming bigger.. This was a decent birthday.

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