A/N: In response to pyroyellowfrog's review: Voldemort's a powerful wizard, so I imagine he wouldn't let old age stand in his way. Perhaps he invented wizard Viagra, perhaps he took the body of a twenty year old when he return or maybe he is so close to immortality that he does not age. Take your pick, they all work and are all rather amusing.

Draco Malfoy looked down at the concubines from the balcony overlooking their quarters. The green- and black-robed women and men did not have any privacy. Their entire living area was surrounded by balconies from which the Death Eaters could watch them. Obviously, the men were separated from the women. No need to have the bad blooded breed with each other.

Those clothed in black were strictly off-limits. Those half-dozen women were Voldemort's and Voldemort's alone. The green, however, were fair play for anyone. Those with a mix of green and black were only for officers, such as Draco. The women and men were not limited to a certain gender. Women could fetch women, men could have other men. However, the concubines were all above the age of sixteen. Below that and it was possible to harm them beyond repair, or drive them to suicide.

He descended a set of stairs to the women, who all shrank back in fear. Except for the black-robed, of course, as they only had Voldemort to fear and answer to. He found, not for the first time, that he could not meet any of their eyes. Thus, he looked over their heads in superiority. He knew who he wanted, after all.

A pretty brunette, not the most lavish of them all, with startling pale blue eyes, was his target. Her name was Rose Zeller, a young woman who had just turned nineteen and been moved from the kitchen staff. Her head hung low, avoiding his eyes like a proper slave. He winced inwardly. She had not even finished her third year of schooling at Hogwarts before being made a slave.

"Come with me." He whispered when he reached her.

She looked up at him with her pale eyes wide in sheer horror. She had just been transferred that morning, after all. Draco turned away and walked back towards the stairs. He heard her bare feet scuffling after him and sighed slightly in relief. Little did she know it that she was better off with him than with any other Death Eater.

She followed him like a loyal puppy all the way to his rooms, just like he knew she would. She was – had been, he corrected himself – a Hufflepuff, who were all known for their loyalty. When the door clicked closed, she watched him fearfully. Draco walked to one of the chairs by the fireplace and sat down, motioning her to the other.

She did not move, staying frozen by the door.

He turned irritably, "I'm not going to force you to do anything, girl. I'm not like any of the others, you'll soon see."

"Then why am I here?" She demanded, still staying put.

"I'm going to teach you Occlumency, so you can hide your thoughts from Voldemort. I'm also going to ask to have you be my personal servant – which I was promised long ago, yet never found anyone I wanted." He explained.

She glared at him, "Oh, so you won't rape me now but you'll do so later when you're sure nobody else will be able to?"

He muttered a few curses under his breath. "Sit." He ordered, knowing she would have to obey, and continued, "I won't ever rape you, girl. I'm going to claim you as my personal servant to protect you. All you'll have to do is clean these rooms from time to time."

The girl sat in the chair, glaring at him, and crossed her slender legs. Draco had to admit that she was lucky that he had been told about her transfer before the others. She was attractive in many ways, though far from the prettiest. She had a nice body, though her breasts were smaller than quite a few others' and her arse was as well. However, she would have been eagerly snapped up; especially because she was still a virgin.

"Now, stay put." He ordered, standing up and walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To arrange my 'ownership' of you," He answered irritably.

"I'm nobody's possession." She growled, more to herself than to him.

"No, but the entire world is dominated by Voldemort... so you – we all – technically belong to him." He muttered back, exiting the room.

He closed the door behind him and muttered a locking charm on top of the usual protections. He then walked down the hall to Voldemort's suite. Just as he entered, a red-headed someone ran out. Draco bumped into the girl and she fell to the ground, her frail form crumpled on the ground. He stared down at her in shock.

"Weaslette?" He said.

She glared up at him, "Watch where you're going, Ferret." She snapped, stood again and shoved past him.

He stared after her. He had thought Ginny Weasley was dead, yet here she was in Voldemort's rooms; dressed in black. If he had known... he wouldn't have been able to do anything different, he knew, if Ginny had been Voldemort's slave since the beginning. That would explain why he had not known of her survival, as Voldemort guarded his most favourite slaves with a jealousy that was legendary.

He entered the sitting room of the suite after knocking. Voldemort was lounging in a chair by the fireplace. The Dark Lord's snake-like face was locked on the flames in one of his numerous pensive moments. Draco reflected for a moment on how young his master looked despite having died and come back to life and being over seventy. However, lines were now starting to form on his face.

"Come to redeem your personal slaves?" His master asked at length.

Draco nodded, "Yes, well... one of them." He replied.

"You remember that I offered you three." Voldemort stated after another pause, "So... who do you want?"

"Rose Zeller." The official stated.

"The newly transferred girl?" His master questioned and then nodded slowly, "Very well."

"Thank you, my lord." Draco murmured and retreated from the room.

Draco Malfoy was extremely thankful in that moment that Severus Snape had taught him Occlumency before he was killed by Voldemort prior to the war. He could hide his plans with Rose and his shock at seeing Ginny alive after so long. Not to mention his eventual plans... to overthrow the son of a bitch and get his payback for all the pain the bastard had caused.