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I sprawled lazily in the armchair next to my fireplace, staring into the green flames though not really seeing them. So much work and so little time. Who said dominating the world was easy?

There was a knock on the door of my bedroom, small and sharp.

"Come in," I called, sitting up in my chair, though I knew it wasn't the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord doesn't knock.

The girl grunted slightly as the door was opened and she stumbled inside, falling onto her knees, her hair, tied halfway back in a black ribbon, falling in front of her face. She was dressed in a plain blue dress now with a white smock and flat, black slippers. The outfit wasn't much improvement though to the one she had on before. A house-elf followed behind her, bowing low to the floor. "Your slave, Master Malfoy," he squeaked.

"I am no one's slave," the girl said, getting to her feet and folding her arms across her chest.

I smirked at her before turning my gaze back to the house-elf. "Thank you, Boxer. You are dismissed."

The house-elf bowed again, backing through the doorway and closing it, leaving me and the girl alone. She glared silently at the ground while I watched from my chair.

Standing, I walked towards her. She backed up a step, her eyes drifting up to meet mine. I chuckled slightly. "It's all right to be intimidated by someone who's better than you."

"You don't intimidate me," she said. "I'm just very startled by your foul disposition."

My smirk widened as I took another step towards her. This time she didn't move. "You do understand why you're here, don't you Muggle?"

"I 'ave a name, ya know."

"Yeah, I know. The fact is, I don't care. To give you a name would mean to give you a purpose in life. You have no purpose. No Muggles do. And that is why you are here. Because we Wizards have decided to give you a purpose; to serve us."

"'Ow absolutely generous of ya."

"Yes, we'd like to think so but you seem to think the opposite."

"Oh, of course I don't. Because who doesn't love being kidnapped from their job and made to do some lazy person's dirty work."

My smirk faded somewhat. "You are a cocky, Muggle aren't you."

"I only tells 'em, 'ow I sees 'em."

"You will learn your place, Muggle."

"And where is that?"

I pulled out my wand, holding the tip up to her throat. "In a grave if that's where you prefer it."

She fell silent, still glaring at me.

"Your . . . witty sarcasm was appealing at first," I told her. "But now it has become annoying. Boxer –" The house-elf appeared at my side. "Please take –"

"Rydale," the girl said, quickly. I shot her a quick glare.

"Please take my Muggle back to her quarters."

"As you wish, Master Malfoy." Boxer walked over to the door and opened it. 'Rydale' didn't move.

"You are dismissed, Muggle," I said, gesturing toward the door. "I expect to see you at nine o' clock sharp with my breakfast."

Her jaw clenched slightly as she turned on her heel, heading for the door. She stopped suddenly, turning back towards me. "I 'ave a question."

I sighed. "What is it?"

"If you . . . Wizards are so much better than us Muggles and can do anything ya want with a wave of your 'and, then why do ya need us to be your slaves."

I smirked at her. "It makes life a hell of a lot more interesting don't you think?"

'Rydale' stared at me for a moment. And for a moment, I thought I saw a bit of sympathy pass through her eyes. She turned back around and headed out of the door with Boxer.

With a wave of my hand I closed the door behind her, moving to sit back in my comfortable chair.

She was going to take a lot of work, I realized as my eyes once again focused on the flames. She was disrespectful and bold . . . though I suppose that's what had sparked my attention in her in the first place. Our conversations, however brief, were guaranteed to bring me some entertainment, what with her wild attitude.

I just hoped she wouldn't cause so much of a problem that I had to dispose of her.

A/n: The dress the girl is wearing resembles that of Belle's from Beauty and the Beast. Thanks for reading and sorry it's a tad short.