"Come now Draco." Narcissa whispered and led him down the dark, musty alleyway.
Since the Great Revolution when the muggles fell, it was tradition that every young pureblood man was to acquire slaves. Their first was, as tradition, a sex slave. To be used often or not, it was best to acquire slaves in all the trades. It was like stock, better to have a variety.
Draco ducked his head a little lower as he passed through the archway and stopped just behind his mother who cleared her throat daintily.
Draco could feel the sunken eyes of his father boring into the back of his head. He hated the feeling of being babysat. Always had. But since his track record for not following through on tasks, his parents were unwilling to see there son and themselves ridiculed again.
" I'll go inquire the Keeper about a display." Narcissa told the men in a hushed voice, and stepped inside the whore house without another word.
"It doesn't matter what you do with them boy. Beat them, ignore them, rent them… just don't get attached. They're pieces of meat Draco. Nothing more." Lucius' mono-sylable tone made Draco's insides shiver, but he fought the instinct when the display window curtain rose and the carousel began to turn.
As the carousel turned, Draco noted the tags tied to their arms. Some read USED. Some read OLD. Others read NEW. Some even read SOLD, these girls looked especially uninterested in giving him a show.
It was nearing the end of the first full turn of the carousel when he saw her. Slumped against the display glass, an empty bottle of Ogdens Finest loose in her hand. Her hair had seen an attempt at styling, but refused to succumb to the product. Draco felt disgust for the idea of owning a slave for sex. But his stomach ached when he recognized Granger's freckled face sleeping in the window of a whore house. Her tag read NEW in a freshly inked scrawl.
He wasn't sure if he was glad or disturbed that neither of his parents made any verbal acknowledgement of her identity. He watched her slumped form disappear as the carousel continued to turn. As the selection began to repeat, he waited around, eyeing the girls, in the attempt to not seem to eager.
Hermione Granger. The golden girl of the famous golden trio had been sold into the sex trade. He watched as he slumped figure came into view again and the fresh ink egging him on. NEW. Untouched. Relatively unscathed. Innocent.
Draco stepped away from his parents and headed inside. His coin purse thudding onto the counter.
"I would like to purchase the new girl."
And just like that, Draco Malfoy owned Hermione Granger