Trex: Story of the Beginning

BY: Weepingeyes of Babylon

I walk through the windy streets of London trying to find solace in something. My search was unknown, just that I needed to find something other that Pansy. The woman didn't love me one bit the only thing that appeased her was my fortune that I inherited from my father. She wouldn't care if I looked like Crabbe or Goyle , just that she would be able to spend money freely everyday on herself. She loved coming to visit me and spend time in my bedchambers. But the feeling was not mutual on both our parts. Sure she is a free shag but I can't keep stringing her along like this. Even someone like her doesn't deserve that.

I walked further into the city until I came upon a dingy pub that held a neon sign with flickering lights. I rest my hand upon the door and opened it to a smoky atmosphere with drunks upon the counter and at various different tables. I walk to the counter and order a shot of vodka. The burning liquid slids down my throat with ease. Firewhiskey is much stronger and I have gotten used to the burn so this is just something to get me by. My head drooped on the counter by the fifth shot. The bartender looked curiously at me and encountered me if I wanted to have a good time. "Well that's what I came here for is it not?" "Have your spirits lifted by a fine lady. Finest whores Alaster has." "And where can I find this Alaster." "In the back room through that door." The bartender jerked his head to the left where a hidden door lay.

I wound my way through the tables towards the door. Upon entering my drunken haze looked at the room to be too light, like the sun was shining directly in my eyes. But it was just the new lighting from the dreary one in the bar. "So you want a slut?" "A what?" "You know a whore." "Oh okay." "Come with me." The massive man entangled himself from the couch where he sat with two women that where passed out. His jaw was set and square his heavy hands laid at his side ready and waiting attack with swift eyes. I followed him out the bar with the flickering sign. Flicker, flicker it went as I followed Alaster out to the alley behind the bar. The wind picked up and I pulled my coat around me tighter and zipped it up. I turned a corner and a group of women, sluts as he calls them. They wore skimpy clothing and only thin sweaters to bite the cold. "Come on line up for the man." They all scattered from their sheltering circle and lined up in front of me. I walked by each finding something wrong or just wasn't taste in them. They were either too thin, had too much make up on or needed seriously to put some on. That is when I spotted her; she was beautiful with long curly auburn hair and dark brown eyes that glittered in the moon light. I think I just found what I was looking for. Her tight leather skirt clung to her vivacious form and the shirt she wore had the neckline drove dangerously into her very healthy breasts. The wind bit at her form making her cheeks turn blue. "I want the one with the leather skirt." "Oh that slut, she young and fresh, that'll be a good shag for sure." He looked lustfully at her. She turned away from him and walked over to my side. The others turned disappointedly away and walked back to their circle. "Shouldn't you have them inside its freezing?" "You mind your own, Hey girls come on to your rooms."

I walked up the street to a hotel and paid for a nights stay. I got the key and got up to my room. "So you want me for the night, that's going to be extra." Her voice sounded so familiar. "I have the money to pay." "Okay, what do you want; I can fulfill any fantasy that you want me to." "First of all who are you?" "Why do you ask?" she was getting her defenses up. "I need to know the name of a beautifully lady like you, is that reason enough?" "Well if you must know its Hermione Granger." I stared at her for a long time before I could speak. How could, I not have seen it before, maybe it was the dark night or me being drunk. But she did look so beautiful. "Do you know who I am?" "No why would I?" "I'm Draco; you know Malfoy, Ferret Boy, and Insufferable Git." Hermione's eyes got big and soon she fainted onto the bed.

I went to her and slapped her cheeks to try to wake her but drew my hand away. Her checks and forehead were hot. She has a fever it was probably from standing outside in all this cold with these little pieces of clothes on. She was bound to get sick. I wrapped her up in a thick wool blanket from the bed. I produced my wand out of the inside if my coat and cast a healing spell to reduce her temperature. I made some tea and waited for her to wake. I sat in the armchair positioned by the bed and watched her.

Whatever made me go into that pub, it was to find her. What happened to Potter and Weasley? Aren't they supposed to be her friends? How or what could cause her to have to suffice to this. She woke up two hours later with a head ache. "Oh, my head." "Here." I passed her a cup of tea with healing agents in it to stop or reduce the pain. She took it and sipped but soon the cup was drained. "Do you feel any better?" "Actually yes, thank you." "Why are you…?" "I need the money to support myself." "What about your friends?" "They got married and we sort of just floated apart." "Well if they were your friends they would have been the one here now not me." "Well the fact that you are here means so much more to me than anything. I would have died in these harsh conditions." "Then leave." "It's hard to, after Hogwarts I wanted to become a dancer. That was what I've always wanted to be. So I went to calls and try outs but it was hard and I wasn't making any money. These girls that I know began to work at clubs and such dancing for men. They said the pay was good so I tried it. It kept me going. By then I was still living with Harry and Ron but they were getting tiered of me having to borrow money from them and so I moved out. I went to muggle London and continued working but they never knew what I really did and they still don't know now. I told them that I worked in a dance studio. By then they stopped contacting me. They got married and then I got into prostitution for better pay." "Hermione you could have been so much more." "Don't you think I know that, I can't even talk to my friends, even my parents? I don't want them to see me like this. The only friends I have are the other prostitutes. All we have is each other because the rest of the world has shunned us." "I don't care how the rest of the world has done to you but I can't let you live like this anymore. When Harry defeated Voldemort it took awhile for the wizarding world to accept me again but they did in time. With my help let me take you back." Tears poured down her cheeks. "I don't know if I can." "Let me help you."

I put my hand out towards her. She lifted her hand to mine and clasped it daintily with mine. "How am I going to get out of Alaster's grasp?" "I want you to give him this." I produced a small bag of money and gave her enough to know that he would be happy when she leaves. "Go and give this to him and come back here." She ran off pulling her skirt down as she went. She returned with a dark red print on her face and a bit of blood running down her chin. "Oh he was happy alright, so happy that smacked only once." "What do you mean?" "He hits us all, he says to build up our stamina incase we get a snappy customer." "That fucking bastard, I wonder how he would feel if I slap him around a bit." "Draco really I'm okay, we need to go before he comes and gets me." "Oh but your face." "It's nothing I'm not used to really." I grabbed her hand and apparated to Malfoy Manor.