Author's Note: Umm... This is my new story. I hope you like. It may seem like the rest of those "Draco becomes Hermione's master and sex ensues" stories, but it's not. Just read it, and you'll find out.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are property of J. K. Rowling. Life's just like that.
'Breathe. Just remember to breathe,' Hermione thought.
The last thing she wanted was to be short of breath as it happened, as she came face to face with her destiny. Her bones were aching, but her pride was hurt worse than her body, which must have been extremely hard to achieve. Her spirit was nearly broken, but there was still a bit of fire left in her. Hermione had been captured and well…
Flashback
The last free night that Hermione Granger spent was chilly and the air was crisp. As the cool wind blew past her, she knew immediately what had happened. She rushed to his side as Harry Potter took his last breath of air. Hermione stood over his body and wept as he died. Then her life took a frightening and horrible turn. The Death Eaters were there instantly. She could have Disapparated. She could have left his side and gone back to Order headquarters like the others where she would be safe, but she couldn't leave him. Harry had been her life's love. There would be no other that she would ever love as much as she loved him (or so she believed).
"Hermione, come on," Ron said, grabbing her hand and trying to pull her away. "We have to go before they come."
She wouldn't move though. In a final attempt to save at least on of their lives, Tonks ripped him away from Hermione.
"C'mon, Ron, we have to leave. She'll come when she's ready," Tonks said, Disapparating with him.
Hermione wouldn't come though. She stayed behind clinging to the past, which, of course, she would regret forever. Lucius Malfoy was the first to reach her. He bonded her instantly with magic chains. His son, Draco, wasn't far behind him. Draco was the one who brought her to the Dark Lord, the one who doomed her to being a slave like the rest of her kind who hadn't escaped the Death Eaters, and now he decided that he wanted her to be his slave.
Slave Market (Five Months After Flashback)
The market was bustling with business. Two men pulled Hermione who was chained andshackled. They pushed her into a cage where she could be displayed. Cages had become an extremely inhumane custom in hte slave trade. They were useful for keeping mudblood and traitorous pureblood slaves on display in the market and good for transporting. Draco stood back in the shadows, admiring his own superiority. As purebloods of high stature in the wizarding world moved about the slave market, he noticed that another person seemed particularly interested in Hermione (not for the same reason though).
The woman had shoulder-length blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She looked about seventeen, the same age as Draco, and she wore a black cloak. Draco was certain he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't recall where.
"Oh, Sir, could you tell me something?" she asked a man who worked in the market. "How much is this one?"
She was pointing to Hermione with a slight smirk on her face. The man smiled at her knowing that he could make a fair amount of money from this particular deal.
"Well, this one is very valuable. I'll take no less than 500, 000 galleons for her."
"I think that this is a good amount. I'll have it sent to you by…"
"Oh, sir, hold on. I'll pay 750,000 for this one," Draco said, finally appearing from the shadows with a proud smile on his face.
"I guess that…" the market seller began, but he was interrupted by the woman.
"15,000,000."
What!" the market seller asked, his jaw dropped instantly.
"You heard me. I'll pay 15,000,000 galleons for Hermione," the woman said, and then she turned to Hermione who was shocked to have been called by her name for the first time in two months. "It is Hermione, right?"
Hermione nodded too afraid to speak. The woman turned back to the market seller.
"I'll expect for her to be delivered to the Riddle Manor by three tomorrow. Ask the doorman for the money. He'll have it ready for you. I suppose you will be able to find the house, won't you?" the woman smirked boostfully.
"Of course," the seller said, barely able to speak.
Please review. It's short, I know, but I willimproveit if you review.
