Concerning Women Prisoners of War
PaintedDragon
A/N: All disclaimers and warnings apply
Chapter 1
When The Lord your God gives you victory in battle and you take the prisoners, you may see among them a beautiful woman that you like and want to marry. Take her to your home, where she will shave her head, cut her fingernails, and change her clothes. She is to stay in your house for a month and mourn her parents; after that you may marry her. ~ Deuteronomy 21:10-14
Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Hannah Abbot, and Luna Lovegood huddled close together in the darkened closet. Deatheaters stormed the school, and now the four of them were trying to escape imprisonment. They had won this time; unfortunately, it had to be the time her brother and his friends were gone on Christmas Holiday.
The sound of heavy boots went past the door and stopped. The four stopped breathing.
"Nott, did you check this door yet?" came the voice of a familiar classmate.
"Yeah, I think so. It's not like you'll find much booty there, Malfoy," came a lazy voice.
"And you wonder why I'm at a higher standing than you are," Malfoy drawled as he opened the door. The five gasped and huddled even closer together.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Malfoy's deep voice drawled out. Hannah gave a small squeak as Rodger Davies grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up.
"It seems," he said looking at Malfoy, "That we have our booty, Draco."
"Newsflash, Davies, you're brain isn't in your pants," said an exasperated voice behind Davies. Blaise Zabani stood between her younger brother, Adrian and Crabbe.
"You keep forgetting, Zabani, of The Rule," Roger said turning towards her.
"What rule, Davies? There's about a thousand we have to follow," Blaise's eyes flashed with anger.
"Blaise, darling, you seem to forget a little rule we have about women prisoners of war, one that should be put into practice with YOU!" Rodger's eyes flashed with rage.
"HEY! Break it up you two!" said a handsome young man with dark hair in the corner. He was standing in a corner with his arms crossed with two other handsome young men.
"You know, we're getting sick and tired of hearing the two of you go at it like cats and dogs. Blaise, ignore Davies. The lack of blood flow to his head caused him some major brain damage. Davies, keep you trap shut! Malfoy, Zabani, and Nott take those six and tie them up. Well let our master decide their fate," he said.
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The young Deatheaters did as their leader told them, and as predicted, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named rewarded them greatly. The treasure was divided up amongst the six equally (Under the supervision of the handsome dark haired man) and five out of the six girls were thrown into prison. Rodger Davies was granted the request of wishing to marry Hannah Abbot. A week dragged by, and finally the fate of the other five was decided.
Ginny was trying to comfort Lavender when the gate to their dank dark cell was opened. In walked five of the Deatheaters that had captured them and Wormtail.
"You're right, Nott, these are beautiful girls," Wormtail said leering at Padma. She gave him a disgusted look and moved away from him.
"They're ours, Wormtail," Malfoy said stonily, crossing his arms. Wormtail unrolled a scroll of parchment and cleared his throat.
"Padma Patil, you have been granted a lifetime of sexual servitude to one Adrian Black," he read. Padma burst into sobs as she was torn away from her sister. Ginny felt that Padma was getting off lucky; the rules stated clearly that anyone who was forced into sexual servitude must be given up freely in the event her master tired of her.
"Luna Lovegood, you have been granted marriage to Vincent Crabbe," Luna slowly got up and walked towards Crabbe. Ginny knew her long enough to know she was crying inside.
"Parvati Patil, you have been granted marriage to William Nott," William held out his hand, which Parvati refused to take. Roughly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.
"Lavender Brown, you have been granted lifetime servitude to Hayden Black," The handsome dark haired man took Lavender's wrist and pulled her up as Lavender let out a strange noise between a sob and a scream. Ginny jumped up after her friend, but Wormtail held her back. Lifetime servitude meant that she may be bought by others…Lavender was not safe!
"Virginia Weasley, you are granted marriage to one Draco Malfoy," and with that, Wormtail rolled up his scroll and left.
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A/N: So what did you think? Yes I know it was short, but the chapters will get longer. Please, help out a poor struggling Fanfic writer and read/review, flames are welcome.
~PD