Disclaimer: I do not and never will own the characters and ideas in the Harry Potter series. I do, however, own this story. I own the plot of this story and the events that go through it. Many thanks to J.K Rowling for publishing her wonderful books and I look forward to purchasing the sixth book soon.

Summary: Two years after leaving Hogwarts, The-Boy-Who-Lived has been murdered by none other than the dreadful Lord Voldemort. Now that there is nothing stopping him, he has risen to power more quickly. Forcing all muggles and muggle-borns into slavery, he kills all that dares to stop him. But having achieved his goal of defeating Harry Potter, he has grown lazy and now does nothing. The most harm he could do is have his Death-Eaters capture muggles and destroy rebels...right? 19-year old Hermione Granger is among those that have been taken and sold to wealthy pureblood families. Weakened by the death of both her parents and a close friend, she must now cope with something new. Being sold to her former Hogwarts schoolmate. Yes. Draco Malfoy.

Chapter One: Enslaved

"Oh. No." Hermione Granger gaped at what she was reading in the newspaper. She groaned and read it aloud to make sure she wasn't imagining anything, "You-Know-Who has decreed that all muggles and muggle-borns are to be put into slavery. He himself ordered that any pureblood wizards against this will be executed immediately. The same punishment will be given to anyone caught aiding mudbloods." She read this over and over again in her mind until it hit her. She was in danger. "There's one!" Someone yelled and she suddenly felt herself being shot backwards. Three men wearing Death-Eater cloaks reached down to take her. She screamed and tried to get away but her body from the neck down was paralyzed. Desperate, she struggled as much as she could to break free from the spell, but it was no use. The Death-Eaters grabbed her and carried her to a van. She was thrown inside, a bit on top of another girl. "Watch it!" The girl snapped angrily. "Sorry. It's not like I can move or anything." Hermione replied crossly and rolled her eyes.

She felt the vehicle lurch up, as if rising in the air. After a while of being rolled around in the back of the van, it halted and the doors flew open. The girls were thrown into filthy, cramped cages. They smelled and were beginning to rust. Hermione squirmed around to get used to her surroundings and found that she still had her wand. During the long ride, she had slowly regained control of her body. She took out her wand and tried to break open the cage door. Her wand didn't do anything. She tried again. And then again. It didn't work. She then used a spell that would make her hair tidy, but that didn't work either. A Death-Eater nearby had been watching her closely and grinned at her. "Don't wear yourself out by trying out your wand." He sneered. "We disabled all the your wands. Besides, you've got a long day ahead of you."

Hermione shot a fierce glare at him and tucked away her wand. She desperately searched for some means of escape, but the cage was escape proof. All the while, she watched as other muggles and muggle-borns were being put into cages like her, and left alone. Some, like her, were trying to get out while others sulked helplessly. She also noticed that wealthy-looking wizards and witches were roaming around, looking at the muggles sitting in the cages. Some stopped by her and talked quietly while staring at her. She tried to make herself seem as unappealing as possible by making farting noises and picking her nose. This seemed to work for a while.

As morning grew into afternoon, Hermione started to get restless and she wriggled about to get into a more comfortable position. She felt bitter and hated how purebloods thought that they were so much better than muggles. With a deep sigh, she stared at the feet passing by. It seemed like hours before one of the Death-Eaters came to her cage and opened it. He gripped her arm tightly so that it hurt, and pulled her out. "Ow! Let go of me!" Hermione yelled and fought back at him. He continued to lug at her until they got to a short, stout man. Despite his size, he was very strong, for when he took her, his hands were crushing her arms even more.

He flicked his wand at her, and her outer clothing disappeared. She shivered at the sudden icy breeze that blew past her. Feeling embarrassed at being in her bra and underwear, she tried to make herself disappear by shrinking to the ground. "Get up." The short man order and tore her from the ground. He dragged her to a wooden platform hovering in front of a large mass of people. Hermione felt her cheeks grow intensely warm as she was chained to a pole so she couldn't run away. The man muttered, "Sonorus." And his voice became louder without the use of a microphone. "Attention ladies and gentlemen! Our next slave! This girl is a muggle-born and is of good use if you want someone with knowledge of magic." The Death-Eater guarding her forced her to moved around in a circle so that the crowd could get a good look at her.

"Do I hear 25 galleons?" The short man, who seemed to be the auctioneer, called out.

"25,000!" Someone shouted out.

"30,000!" Another yelled.

"40,000!" Shrieked another person.

"60,000." Said a new voice. This one didn't seem at all excited, and was dull. Nonetheless, he could be heard through the roar of the crowd.

"65,000!" One person said.

"150,000." The dull voice retorted.

The auctioneer was grinning, happy to see how this was going. Hermione blushed furiously while all this was going on and continuously tried to cover herself up from the many eyes staring.

"156,000!" The first person shouted.

"300,000." Replied the emotionless voice again.

The auctioneer looked about the crowd. "300,000 galleons! Anyone else? Do I hear 310,000?" Everyone was silent. "Going once! Going twice! And SOLD to the lovely gentlemen in the back!" He shouted as the next girl was brought up in her undergarments as well.

Hermione, glad to have her clothes back and away from the watchful eyes of the mob, stepped off the platform to meet her new 'owner'. The auctioneer left the other girl at the pole and stood with Hermione both to make sure she didn't run off and to collect his money. He seemed extra pleased right now, having just sold her for a large amount of money. Soon, someone approached the two wearing a hooded sweater so she couldn't see who he was. The man handed a sack of galleons to the auctioneer who in turn nodded respectfully, "Pleasure to do business with you." The man that now 'owned' her took off his hood and gave him a curt nod in return.

A gasp escaped Hermione's lips when she saw who it was that had bought her. "Malfoy." She snarled through gritted teeth. With a pleased grin, he snatched her arm, which Hermione was not happy about especially since that had happened to her several times today already. "Why you ferret! I'd rather have a dementor suck the life out of me before I'd let you take me with you!" She snapped at him. "You haven't changed a bit, Granger. Still a little shrew, are you? If it weren't for your perfect body, no one would even look at you." He drawled smoothly.

She ignored his comment about her figure and glared at him. "Oh, please. Like I seriously want to be the property of some wealthy person? I think not! In fact, I wouldn't even care if I was ugly. As long as no one bought me." She said coldly as she was led to a long, green limousine. "Consider yourself lucky, Granger. Someone else would have bought you for a little fun." He slid a finger down to her lower back to emphasis what he meant. This produced a shudder to run throughout Hermione's body as she realized what he meant. Regardless of her circumstances, she was a bit grateful. At least she knew Malfoy. But still, he was still a stupid, spoiled ferret.

Hermione was pushed into the limousine and Malfoy entered behind her. The driver closed the door behind them and got in at the driver's seat. Without so much as a word, he turned on the engine and the automobile sank down into the street. For a moment, Hermione forgot all about her situation and looked out the window in wonder. They were now in what seemed to be a normal highway, except for the fact that they were underground and there were no other moving objects.

When the excitement of all this faded away, she suddenly found that Malfoy was staring at her from his spot opposite of her. She stared back at him, trying to force him to avert his eyes, but he remained stubborn. Having nothing better to do, she studied him closely. His hair fell down to the tip of his ears and looked the same as it had been in their third year at Hogwarts. She found that he was more attractive this way than when his blonde hair had been gelled back. At these thoughts, she disgusted with herself and had to look away. She soon started fidgeting with her untidy hair and staring out the window although there was nothing to stare at any longer. The awkwardness forced her to finally try and start a conversation. "So what have you been doing since Hogwarts?" She asked timidly.

Draco Malfoy crossed his arms and continued to watch her for a moment. "If you must know, Granger, I was actually enjoying life and becoming even more ultimately rich. We Malfoys will soon be the wealthiest family in the world." He spoke casually with no trace of emotion in both is voice and on his face. "Oh." Hermione nodded a little and was quiet after that.

Shortly after, they rose back up and were parked in front of a massive mansion that could only be the Malfoy Manor. At the top middle part of it was an elegant gold M on a green circle. The sight took her breath away. The building rose many stories above and seemed like a hotel. The front yard had one large snake fountain on each side of it, facing one another. Circular-shaped stone benches surrounded the fountains. When Hermione and Draco had stepped out of the limousine, it drove away and he led her to the entrance, magnificent double doors. He opened the door slowly, increasing Hermione's suspense. She felt almost eager to see what the inside looked like. The entrance came into a large room with a tall, dome-like ceiling. A large glass chandelier hovered high above and a pair of grand staircases curved down to meet a small wooden table standing in the middle. On the circular table stood a slender vase containing a single white rose. The view was absolutely breathtaking. The floor and stairs were made completely of marble and shone like it was just cleaned. Knowing Malfoy, it probably had been.

"Ah. Draco, my boy." A man with long, blond-white hair moved quickly down the stairs. His hair was tied back in a ponytail. Lucius Malfoy, a follower of Voldemort and father of Draco Malfoy. "I see you've found yourself a mudblood slave." He eyed Hermione with distaste. "Isn't this the friend of that Potter boy that is dead?" Draco nodded. "Yes Father. I'll make sure she gets a good whipping for helping out her friend. I thought that it would be quite entertaining to mess with her stupid head." Hermione was about the protest, but decided against it. She was powerless against them. Instead, she decided to stay until she had an escape plan figured out. Lucius smiled a bit to give his approval and strode away.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, now that the older man had gone away. "Follow me." Draco headed up the stairs and down the hallway. The floor of the hall was also marble, but a dark green rug ran down to the end, which seemed endless. The sides had double doors roughly 25 meters apart, which probably meant that the rooms were very large. Every once in a while, there would be an intersection where two halls would open up on the sides. They turned to the first left hallway and down another left. At this last hallway, there was only two doors, both at the ends. The hall was about 50 meters long, so the rooms were larger than the previous. "This is mine." He pointed to the right pair of doors. On it hung a rectangular, silver sign that said Draco Malfoy in fancy script. "And this." He paused to open the doors opposite of his bedroom. "Is yours." Hermione moved inside and gaped at it.

Her new bedroom was almost as big as the main room where the stairs were. Another glass chandelier hovered above the middle of her room and a king-sized four-poster bed with silk sheets sat in the center and on the wall opposite to the door. Something she also became aware of was that the carpet was silver plush and it was as soft as fluffy as a pillow. She continued to examine her surroundings and stepped further inside. There was a giant plasma screen TV on the wall opposite to the bed, complete with surround sound. Two huge windows with green curtains stood on either side of her bed. Two doors were on the right wall which led to the closet and bathroom. She found everything in front of her breathtaking.

Malfoy smirked and leaned on the door as he observed her actions. "Thank you so much!" Hermione ran and threw her arms around his neck. He was taken aback by this action and shoved her away. "Get back you filthy Mudblood!" He spat at her and stomped out of the room angrily. Hermione raised her eyebrows. She shrugged, having expected him to become angry at her for hugging him. With a smile, she leaped onto her bed and sighed cheerfully.

Author's Note: Whew! That was long. XDD I hope you like this story so far and if you'd be so kind as to review, I'll love you forever! In the end of this story, I'll be sure to give shout-outs to those that are faithful reviewers. But please don't spam my review page. Love ya!