Prologue

The mudblood slaves rushed frantically under the watchful eye of Narcissa Malfoy. Her countenance was one of disgust as she looked down upon the inferior beings. Her wand was raised high into the air and pointed in the general direction of her property.

One of the servants, a woman with mousy brown hair tripped over a chair and spilled the pitcher of butterbeer she'd once held. As the glass shattered and spread throughout the room, the other workers watched mutely. The girl's face became an ashen grey color as she looked up to Narcissa Malfoy and awaited her fate.

"Bree Tanner," the woman called in a loud droning voice. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Mistress Malfoy please," the desperate girl clasped her hands together, sunk to her knees and pleaded, "Mistress I swear, I swear I'll clean it up quick and make more. I promise I won't trip again."

The woman sneered at her, "Bree you are dead weight in my home, this is the third time this week you've tripped and damaged my things. Last week it was four, Do you know what I do with servants no longer good for work?"

The girl grew even paler, "Mistress I'm going to heal, I'm not going to be limping forever, please! Please!"

The woman frowned deeply, "I have no use for a lame muggle."

With a flick of her wand, and a burst of green light, the girl fell back with a jerk and her brown eyes glazed over, unseeing.

"Clean this up," Mrs. Malfoy demanded of the slave nearest to her. "It's so hard to find a good slave these days." She muttered to herself.

With a terrorized jerk, the workers began to move once more. In the kitchen they whispered amongst themselves. Suddenly a loud authoritative voice cut through the timid gossip that had been brewing. The people glanced up to watch the head house maid, Lauren Mallory, give her orders.

"Today is a very important day. Some of you may or may not remember but today is June fifth, Master Draco's sixteenth birthday." She paused to scan the crowd and gauge the reactions. "We must work hard and not make a single mistake, or else we can expect to meet the same end as Bree."

A shiver went through the lot of them.

"Is that clear?" She asked. A few nodded in acknowledgement of her words, and work commenced once more.

Once the mudbloods had set up the final touches on the decorations, they hauled out large platters of food and waited for the guests to fill the ballroom. The slaves were dressed in matching black uniforms made of a stiff, cheap, itchy material. As each guest entered the ballroom a servant approached them polite-fully, extended their platter to them, and graciously bowed. The room was nearly full when the voice of Goyle bellowed,

"Here comes the guest of honor!"

All eyes were on Draco Malfoy, the reason behind the joyous occasion. The crowd gave a very drunk rendition of, 'Happy Birthday,' ate a few slices of cake, and made Draco open his presents.

The final gift was from Blaise Zabini.

"Draco, old friend, I've saved the best for last."

The man clapped his hands and had his slaves from back home carry in a muggle in a cage who appeared to be heavily sedated.

"It's name is Isabella Swan, it's your own personal chambermaid, fresh from the market, American, and not even broken in yet." Blaise grinned, his eyebrows wiggled suggestively. "Try not to have too much fun with your gift."

The muggleborn slave that went by the name of Hermione gazed at the girl and felt a stab of pity. The Swan girl's nightmare had scarcely begun. When the girl awakened from the draught of the living dead, her life as she knew it would end. Her life of freedom in the states, one of the few free territories left, would be over. If she was lucky Draco would think that she wasn't pretty enough, sell her, or put her to work in the kitchens.

Hermione shuddered to think of what would happen if the sickly, malnourished tinge to Isabella's skin left and any of her masters, future or current, found the girl remotely attractive. With the Dark Lord's regime expanding to cover more ground, and free territories growing fewer and farther between, the wizarding world was becoming hell on earth.

Author's Note:

If you have any questions, comments, or complaints feel free to give me some feedback, I'd truly appreciate that. This is just an idea that has been bouncing around in my head for a while, a way for such a crazy pairing to be possible without being rushed/unrealistic/poorly written. (I also severely dislike stories with dark Bella who hates muggles and likes to kill (seriously can you say monster?) Or really nice Draco, with Death eaters who are nice, fluffy and 'misunderstood.' (Seriously did we all read the same book, they are vicious, xenophobic, murderers. Not much room for misinterpretation.) *Steps off soap box* Okay, now that my rant is done I hope you weren't scared away…Lol. See you asap.