I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters. Just borrowing for a little while...:)
Okay, I had to write a Dramione! :) Enjoy...The story may be written in a series of drabbles/one shots or be an actual story...not sure yet where it will go! Rated M to be safe..
Summary: This story takes place after the war, which was won by the Dark Side. After Voldemort's death, the remaining Death Eaters quickly disarmed Harry, gained possession of the Elder Wand, and took over the Wizarding World.
Hermione was captured by Lucius Malfoy, lost her wand to him, and lives life as a slave in the manor.
She opened her eyes to another day, and immediately regretted it. There was nothing to look forward to anymore, no hope, no promise of happiness or peace. This life was all she had to look forward to now, her value being lower than that of a house elf. She moved to stretch her arms and winced slightly, her back still pained her occasionally. Her sleeping quarters, which were nothing more than a broom cupboard in the basement, did not help the situation at all. There was no heat, which was one of the biggest challenges she had to face. All she had was one thin blanket which she wrapped around herself every night as tightly as she could, but it did nothing to relieve the biting misery that left her shivering all night long.
She supposed that she might as well get up. There was absolutely no chance of getting anything to eat if she remained down here, and while she risked physical harm if she went upstairs, at least there was the chance of filling the gnawing ache that constantly occupied her empty stomach.
Hermione carefully put her one ripped and dirty outfit on, and dragged herself up the stairs to the main floor of Malfoy Manor.
"Where have you been? The kitchen needs cleaning, immediately!" Narcissa's sharp, angry tone found her as soon as Hermione closed the cellar door. She did not respond and moved slowly toward the large kitchen area. A few months ago she might have snapped back,
"You are a witch, don't you know any cleaning spells?" but she knew that that would only gain her a slap across the face and the denial of much needed food. She understood that the Malfoys wanted to humiliate her, to force her to work as a slave and do everything the subservient "muggle" way. She went through her days now trying to stay out of their way, trying to remain inconspicuous, and just survive.
Hermione was thankful that no one else was in the kitchen. She quickly shut both doors, and practically fell upon the breakfast leftovers remaining on the plates. After she had filled her stomach, which took a remarkably short time, she sank to her knees on the floor. Hermione put her head in her hands and wept silently but bitterly at what she had become, groveling on the floor grateful for the Malfoy's leftover meals.
After she had had her "moment," Hermione got to her feet and began the arduous task of cleaning the kitchen.