A/N: I do not own Harry Potter

This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #7

Arithmancy: Foretelling the Future

Task #2: Five is the number of instability and imbalance, indicating change and uncertainty. Write about a big change in someone's life.

Warning: Mentions of dub-con, slavery, language

Word count: 444

"I can make you mine."

"How?"

"We both know the answer to that question, my love."

"You'd do that, with me. Will...it save me?" The words slid from her lips, barely audible.

"Yes," he lied pulling her against him.

"Now before I love my nerve, take me now." Tears fell from her eyes as he stripped her. His eyes studied her body, the scars she'd received for disobeying were still red. She was the perfect example of the filth his family didn't associate with. He covered her mouth gently as he took her as his.

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"A chit like that, what were you thinking?"

"It's obvious what he was thinking." Draco felt his hands clench in anger. Sure, it had started like that. It had been a game, the newest servant girl had become his latest toy. The conquest should have been enough. She'd become his; heart, soul, and body. He couldn't put her from his mind. Those lips, those eyes. She was filth, a mud-blood, nothing more than a servant girl. And all he wanted was her to be his.

"I love her." There. He'd spoken the words out loud. The refrain that had been echoing through his skull.

"Love is for the poor, Draco. Get rid of her, or I will," his father threatened.

Hermione pulled back from the doorway. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop on her masters. Draco loved her! Her heart flew at those words. She ran to the servants' quarters, tears filling her eyes. Mr. Malfoy would be getting rid of her, if Draco didn't have the heart. She'd always known things with Draco couldn't end happily. There was no happiness for a girl like her.

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"Hermione."

"Yes, Master Draco?" Her voice cracked. She looked up at her master. He pulled a slip of parchment from his pocket and handed it to her.

"What is this?" She squinted at the page, but she had never learned to read, no one had ever thought a girl like her should know such a skill.

"A sales reciect I bought you from my parents, Hermione. Now, grab your things."

"What does this mean, Master Draco?"

"It means you are to stop calling me 'Master'. You are free Hermione. I am leaving this manor tonight. My father will be disowning me, I will have no fortune, no name. I would like you to come with me, Hermione." He held up his hand to stop her from speaking. "No, not as my slave. As I have said, you are free. No, I would like you to come with me, as my wife."

"Yes, Mast...I mean, yes, Draco. I will come with you and marry you."