Disclaimer – Only a little credit goes to me, the majority goes to JK Rowling and Margaret Atwood for their outstandingnesses 

Summary – Voldemort has taken over. Anyone who isn't Pureblood is enslaved with very few options; including blood traitors. Ginny becomes Malfoy's handmaid. Where is Harry Potter?

In his Office opposite Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, Draco Malfoy was beginning to regret accepting his Mother's invitation to Dinner later that evening. After a hard day organising tedious mounds of paperwork, the last thing he needed was his mother pressuring him to find a wife.
It wasn't that Draco didn't want to settle down, well perhaps not, he hadn't really given it much thought. It was just that he got bored after a week or two, and he didn't want to marry for the sake of a trophy wife. No, he certainly didn't want Arm Candy: even if it would please his mother.

With a final sigh, massaging his eyes with his finger tips, Draco heaved himself out of his leather chair, away from his dark mahogany desk, glancing out the window to see another day had come and gone. Turning off the lamp which bathed the room in a faint glow, he took his leave, calling back at his secretary to lock up.

Once outside Draco tugged his black winter cloak around his neck, before apparrating away.

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Draco Malfoy reappeared outside the thick mansion doors, made of expensive Old English Yew, now only likely to be seen in ancient pureblood homes. Carved across the chest of the doors were two winged serpents, each had taken position wrapped around one of the Leg's on a Large 'M', the tip coming to rest so low that each serpent had taken to a low predatory bow to see eachother beneath it. Underneath the 'M' was a newly written 'Toujours Pur', french for 'Always Pure', The Black family Motto.

Without knocking, Draco pushed one door ajar sending a crack down his family's crest as the entrance to the manor could be seen. Barely stepping into the warmth, a house elf popped beside him to relieve him of his heavy cloak.

"Master Malfoy, they is waiting for you in the Dining room"

Draco gave a small nod to acknowledge what had been said, as his feet carried him to the dining hall, smartening himself as much as he could before entering.

The room was decorated in a deep midnight blue, illuminated by gold wall lamps. Picture frames were furnished with dark varnished oak, the high back chairs and long medieval table matching.

Draco's eyes followed the length of the blue embroidered, satin cloth that ran down the table to the end, where his father was sat, adjacent to his mother.

"Mother" He nodded, "Father, excuse me for being late, I had some contracts that were in desperate need of review".
Draco moved himself to sit opposite his mother who smiled gracefully at him, before continuing to spoon feed herself what looked like Pumpkin Soup.

"Your Mother has been telling me that you wrap yourself in business to avoid finding a wife. I can see now that she is true" Said Lucius, who had not gone back to his dinner but continued to stare directly at his son.

"I have been looking for potential. Dating…"

"Whores? Whores are not the way to get an Heir Draco!" Growled Lucius, slamming his fists onto the table, sending a vibration throughout the oak, wine glasses rang as they threatened to take a tumble.
Narcissa now stopped spooning soup into her mouth. Perfectly still and dignified, her eyes became fixed on her son, watching his jaw tighten as if to lock his mouth so he couldn't retort.

"Draco, unlike your Mother, I do understand your need to play. Really I do. An illegitimate child though would ruin the family name, and I wouldn't want to force you into marrying a slut. Other than Marriage there is another option…"

"I'm listening" Draco straightened himself up in his chair. Narcissa's stare now turned to that of her husband.

"A Handmaid…"

"A Hand-what?"

"The Dark Lord has decided that the mudblood women locked in Azkaban be assigned to a pureblood in need of an Heir. A Mistress you needn't have to keep sweet".

Narcissa gasped, the sound of a wine glass shattering and a faint pop of a house elf could be heard.

"Produce a halfbreed?" Draco sneered, repulsion etched into his face. Lucius Malfoy, death eater and preacher of purity suggesting he should consummate with a mudblood! The thought was laughable!

"Halfbloods are acceptable Heirs Draco"

"Barely…"

"Halfbloods are accepted by the Dark Lord. The Muggle will be bred out of them, and with a handmaid they are contracted legitimate children".

"Yes but no mother to look after them! Is this what has become of your name?"

"Lucius maybe marriage is for the best. Handmaid's may limit his choice for a wife in the future" Draco smiled at his mother. She seemed disgusted with the idea of a legal prostitute to be the mother of her son's child, no matter how much she wanted to be a grandmother.

"He has failed to find a wife Narcissa. He will be 21 as of June and not even a fiancée to speak of!" Lucius refocused his attention on Draco.

"You wouldn't be the only man to be assigned one, they're on request. However I understand you don't want to loose your reputation which is why I've received a very 'pure' handmaid for you".

Draco spun round as he heard the door click shut, his eyes widened in shock. Only the sound of his mother breaking another glass, told him the sight in front of him was real.

"Here she is Draco, your Pureblood Handmaid"

There stood Ginny Weasley.