Title: Precious Possession

Rating: M

Summary: After Harry Potter is defeated by Voldermort, the wizarding world is in great despair, the purebloods rule, while the rest are reduced to slavery. Hermione Granger, once a hero, now a slave, has just been brought by the mysterious Blaise Zabini. Her real journey now begins…..here's a story of love and possession.

It was when the war ended, that my story begins. After Harry Potter was defeated against Voldemort, and he became the victor, the wizarding world was never the same. I became slave to Blaise Zabini. I was a muggle, lower then low. I didn't have rights. I was nothing. Just a thing. Property. My life from then on that my life would never be the same. My name is Hermione Granger and this is my story.

It was a dark night. I remember that night perfectly. I was brought by Blaise Zabini. A fellow student at Hogwarts. He picked me out of the crowd of hungry muggles. He stared at him for a moment and said.

"Guards! I want that mudblood right there. The one with the cut lip." I looked down in shame. My previous master, Howard Bonty, had not been kind to me. I felt myself being lifted by heavy arms and realized that I was being carried before him. I bowed in front of him. The war had worn me out so much, that I remained quiet. The first time, I didn't bow to anyone, but after a few crucio curses and slaps I bowed down.

The room was dark, only for a strip of light. I closed my eyes, fearing for the worst. He bent down, which was uncommon for a pureblood wizard, and he held my face up. His grip was tight and I could feel the bruises on my face were already starting to hurt. I tried to look away but he held me in place and he looked into my eyes once more. I cast down my eyes. He then went to the guard, and I heard whispering of all sorts. I then heard my fate being sealed.

"Sold." I looked up, daring to look at the man who now owned me. He was taller then my 5'5 frame. He had black hair, which was short and he held himself high and proud, not one ounce of feelings coming across his face. His robes were black, the blackest I've ever seen. I looked at his face, and noticed all his features soft and his eyes were a beautiful color of indigo, I thought. To say he was handsome was an understatement. He changed since his days at Hogwarts, he seemed more muscular, but he was still quiet. He suddenly looked at me, catching me off guard. I quickly lowered my head not wanting to be punished.

"What are you going to do with her?" The disgusting looking man said, as he smiled and his yellow teeth showed.

"That is none of your business, now is it, sir." Blaise said looking at his new slave. She held her head down low. Her hair was frizzy and all over the place. We're going to have to take care of that, Blaise thought to himself. He didn't want a dirty slave in his house. Her eyes were sad, and her lip was cut. Her clothes were rags, and all she had on was a long shirt, which went down to her knees. He continued to look at her, when he saw her stare at him. He looked at her, arching his eyebrow, when he saw her lower her gaze once more.

I found myself in front of Zabini Manor. It was bigger then I thought.

It was a rather bleak house. The house was dark, but maybe it was that way because of the storm. But one thing I knew was that I was afraid. I got a chill when I went to the door and was brought in the front part of the house. It was quiet and dark too. The house was still and there was dust all over. Blaise led me upstairs to a room, the door was opened and I went in. The room was small, and white, but the walls were stained. The bed was small and there laid a small white gown. Blaise turned tome and I lowered my head quickly. Blaise spoke.

"What is your name?" I continued to hold my head down, I didn't want to upset him.

"Hermione Granger."

"When I speak to you, look at me." I looked at him, not knowing what to expect. I wondered if he recognized me.

"I will provide you with clothing, and the rest of your working clothes are in the closet." Blaise pointed to a small closet. "I expect you to dust the house and clean everything…..the muggle way." I looked at him and didn't say anything. "Seeing as it is so late, I'll leave you to sleep."

After a moment of silence. Blaise left the room. Leaving me to look at my new surroundings, it was nicer then my last resident. I then went to an extra door, on the side of the room. Inside was a bath. I couldn't but smile, unlike my previous owners; she had never had a bath, only once a month was it allowed. Suddenly an older woman appeared in the room.

"Hello." I gasped and looked at her. The older woman, had a corset on, and was rather large. Her eyes were bright, and her red hair was in a bun.

After my initial shock, I managed a "hi."

"So you are the new maid?" She asked, sitting on the bed.

Slave is more like it, I thought.

"Yes, my name is Hermione Granger." The old woman smiled at me.

"Hello, Ms. Granger. My name Elizabeta Xazer." I couldn't help but ask questions about my new owner.

"How is Mr. Zabini? Does he curse the other maids? Or-or is he abusive?" I feared for the worst, I've heard of other being abused.

"Don't worry; Mr. Zabini is a nice man. Single, but his mother has been looking for a match for him. He's 21; I've been looking after him since he was 5 years old." I couldn't comprehend why Blaise Zabini would want me as a maid.

"I've have no experience as a maid. I don't know what to do. I've only done outside work." Elizabeta patted my hands.

"Don't worry, I'll help." I couldn't help but smile. She soon left me in my new room. I took a bath which felt wonderful against my skin, it was my first bath in weeks, and I soaked in it, letting the pleasure course through my body.

The next day I woke up promptly at 7:00 am, and had Elizabeta help me with my hair and help with the ropes of Zabini Manor. The corset, I had to admit, was tight. It pushed my cleavage up and I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was pushed back, and my skin was smooth, but I still had the cut on my lip and some bruises.

"Elizabeta," I called out.

"Yes, Hermione."

"Could you help me with something, please?" She came in.

"I was wondering if you could help me…."

"Heal your lip and your bruises?" I looked down, embarrassed.

"Yes, if you could." Elizabeta smiled and nodded, she grabbed her wand and said the spell. I always longed to do spells again.

"How could you do spells? You're a pureblood?" She didn't answer for a moment. I thought I offended her.

"I'm sorry if I of-"

"Don't honey. It's alright, I'm a pureblood. When I was younger, I was friends with Blaise's mother, and she needed a nanny, and I offered to help. I'm not one of those 'purebloods' that believe we should rule the world. Neither does Blaise. After the war, our lives just….stayed the same. Nothing changed for us. So hurry along, you don't want to be late."

The first few days at the Zabini Manor, happened without incident. Only was it till 2 weeks later, did any I experience anything.

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