A/N: Thanks for the reviews! You all rock. This chapter focuses on the Malfoy's more… so yeah.
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Chapter Two"They are pathetic little creatures and have become more disobedient since the death of that muggleborn loving fool," growled Lucius as he stabbed at his hard bacon, "I hate burnt bacon."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" replied Narcissa, "Hire a maid? We already have one who washes the clothes and bedding Lucius."
"Mother, Father. I just got a letter from Blaise," said Draco striding into the dining room and taking his seat. He too stabbed at his bacon in disgust and pushed the plate away, "Foolish house elves… anyway as I was saying, I got a letter from Blaise. Apparently his mother brought muggleborn slaves. He says they are way more tame then those house elves and it doesn't matter if you hand them clothes because that doesn't set them free. Plus… they can do things house elves can't."
Lucius looked at Draco for a moment before turning to his wife with a look of interest on his face, "That is what we need. Muggleborn slaves to work for us. We are behind with the times Narcissa."
"We have elves Lucius," replied Narcissa, her tone putting finality to the idea.
But Lucius wouldn't back off. He glared at his wife and flipped to the advertising sections before he found the section where muggleborns were advertised for sale. He read his way through the pages before coming too a stop at an advertisement selling muggleborn slaves.
"Listen to this," he said with a tone of pleasure in it, "Slave for sale: Harry Potter's bestfriend. Feisty personality, strong willed so in need of breaking down. Nineteen years old, average height, slim build, hair in need of comb. $10,900 galleons- no negotiations."
"They caught Hermione Granger? Mudblood Granger?" scoffed Draco in amusement, "Potter and Weasley failed to save the day for once."
Lucius chuckled at Draco's comment, while Narcissa gave a tight smile. She stood up and threw her napkin on the table.
"I'll go free the house elves then," she said, "It is obvious I am out voted. All I ask is we have six… slaves. Three male and three female."
"Whatever you wish," muttered Lucius, "Come Draco, we have slaves to pick out."
Draco grinned at his father and followed him out of the manor.
HD
Lucius smirked as him and Draco stood outside the black painted building at the end of a rather dead looking Diagon Alley. A year and a half ago the Alley was full of life, people yelling out their business, children laughing and running ahead of their parents. But a majority of those people were on the light side. Now the street had more then five muggleborn slave selling stores, pureblood's or muggleborn hating half bloods roamed the alley looking sulky and in need of lightening up.
"Are we going in father?" asked Draco, getting impatient with standing around.
"In a moment," murmured Lucius looking at a list of slaves for sale on the door. He was picking out his six in advance and looking at the pictures stuck beside each name and description.
Draco sighed and turned to look around. He spotted the old Weasley joke store, which was now a slave-selling store. Flourish and Blott's still remained, but the owner's had sold up and the Parkinson family was now running it.
Draco glanced at his father and walked over to it. The doorbell jingled as he opened it and walked in. Hogwart students were milling around it, getting books for the year beginning in one week. He weaved through them, giving some girls who looked to be 16 or 17 a cheeky wink.
Pansy was serving a customer when Draco reached her. She gave him a smile and yelled out to her cousin she was going for a break.
"Hey Draco," she said stepping out from behind the counter and giving him a kiss on the lips.
He took her hand and she led him to the back, deserted room. They sat down on a black lounge with Pansy leaning against him.
"Dad is getting some slaves," informed Draco, "The elves have gotten worse. Tobbles set my desk on fire yesterday and they burnt breakfast this morning."
"I always believed those creatures were pathetic," replied Pansy, "How many slaves?"
"Six. Three female, three male. But I have even better news."
Pansy sat up right and looked at Draco with an expectant look on her face, "What?"
"Mudblood Granger was caught and Father is going to buy her. Fancy that? Potter's bestfriend a slave at my manor."
Draco grinned smugly and Pansy managed a smile.
"What's wrong?" he asked frowning.
"Nothing Draco," sighed Pansy standing up and heading for the door, but she stopped and turned around, "Do you want to know something?"
"Depends on what it is."
Pansy sighed before speaking. She looked directly at his eyes and spoke, calmly, "You are immature."
"What?"
"Don't you see it? You carry on about things like a sixteen year old! You still live at home, you don't work. Look at me, I live on my own, I work here at the bookstore, I act my age and I don't brag about stupid things."
"What am I bragging about? I was telling you some good news?"
"How is getting muggleborn slaves something to brag about?" cried Pansy in disgust, "You don't see it Draco, do you? Look at the world around you? This isn't something I want my children, when I have them growing up in."
Draco looked at Pansy in confusion before hissing, "You are you?" He shoved past her angrily and left the store, slamming the door shut behind him on his way out. As he marched over to the store his father was at Pansy ran out after him.
"Draco!" she cried grabbing him by the arm.
Draco pulled his arm away from her and kept on walking, leaving behind a distraught Pansy.
HD"Afternoon Mother," greeted Draco walking in as his father went to his office to write letters to his friends bragging about having brought Hermione Granger to be a slave at his manor.
"Hello Draco," replied Narcissa looking up from her embroidery, "How was Diagon Alley?"
"Empty. I saw Pansy. She's changed."
Narcissa raised an eyebrow at Draco who sat down across from her looking disgruntled. Narcissa placed her sewing work to the side and summoned some tea and muffins, "Muffin?"
Draco nodded and took one ripping it in half with narrowed eyes.
"I take it the muffin is Pansy?" asked Narcissa.
"She said I am immature," he cried outraged, "That I act like a sixteen year old and need to grow up."
"And what do you think of her comments?"
"That she is wrong!"
Narcissa nodded, "Draco, if the world was different… let's say the Death Eater's hadn't taken over… what do you think you would be doing?"
"Working at the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries or… on a Quidditch team… one of those two."
"Why aren't you doing it now?"
"Because I can't… the Ministry is in ruins and Quidditch no longer exists except at Hogwarts."
Narcissa nodded, "Why don't you find something else to do? Like another job?"
"There is nothing I can do really," said Draco before speaking slowly at his mother, "What are you getting at?"
"Oh nothing… well all I can say is really think about what Pansy told you. She is your bestfriend Draco, you know she only tells you things that are truthful or hold some truth to them."
Draco just nodded and left his mother to herself. When he shut her reading room door, she stood and looked out the window. Her once prized garden of roses, daffodils, snapping dragons, geraniums were all in ruins, laying limp. The sun rarely shone through the thick mist of the Dementor's making it seem like there was a constant fog in the air.
Narcissa Malfoy hated her life and held many secrets that only she knew out of the existing Blacks and Malfoy's. One being, Sirius Black was not dead.
With the thought of her cousin, Narcissa collected the plate of muffins. She pulled her wand out and muttered a few spells at her door to ensure it stayed locked. If anyone was to knock her 'voice' would ring out with her saying: "Leave me be, I have a headache," or "I'm busy, come back later," among other sayings. She then muttered another spell to shut the curtains. You could never trust the skies these days, anyone could be hiding amongst the mist and watching the manor.
She walked over to a wall length painting of a apple tree. Along the right side of the golden frame she ran her index finger down it before pressing it with the palm of her hand. The painting itself gave a shudder and an apple dropped down from the tree, freezing mid fall and turning into a door handle. Narcissa turned it and the painting split in half allowing her entry. She walked in and it snapped shut behind her with candles lighting up along a dark stone corridor. She walked along it hearing the sounds of her son walking around in her bedroom above her, Lucius laughing at something in his office.
Finally Narcissa reached another door. She knocked three times, paused then another two before entering. There, sitting on a double bed reading the Pure Prophet sat Sirius. Unlike years before, his hair was tidy and his beared shaved. His clothes were better looking as well.
"Hello Narcissa," he said, "I wasn't expecting you until tonight."
"Oh, well Lucius is busy gloating about his new purchase, Draco is in a bad mood and I was being bored with my embroidery. How are you?" said Narcissa setting the tray of muffins on the round coffee table.
"Still amazed at the crap this paper continues to publish. Although the jokes about my godson can be amusing at times but I dare say Harry would find them insulting. Have you heard anything?"
"Not yet. The plans they have tried to pull so far have failed and the only hope is the Ministry in Australia, but they are having a hard time keeping the Death Eaters over there under the control."
"I see it like this," said Sirius, sitting up with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, "Kill the leader and the rest will back down as well. They are bound to have a leader… maybe Lucius has mentioned something."
"He hardly tells me anything these days. I am beginning to think he suspects me of my allegiance."
"What about your son?"
"Pansy tried today. She failed… but not completely. I think there is still hope in him."
Sirius nodded, "If I could get word to the Order of my existence maybe that will give them better motivation."
"I daresay they have motivation now. Your godsons bestfriend was captured recently."
Sirius' eyes widened and he looked at Narcissa with concern, "Which one? Ron or Hermione?"
"Hermione Granger… she was one of my husband's purchases."
"Merlin… she is a smart girl that one. You need to make her trust you somehow."
"That will be difficult. I don't praise myself on having a wonderful reputation Sirius."
"But that is what the world thinks of you Narcissa. You saw the right way when He-Who-Shall-Never-Be-Named used your son. You have changed for the better. Prove that to her and then tell her of me. She knows who I am."
"I'll try, but I cannot promise you anything Sirius. If I spend to much time with her Lucius will become suspicious."
"Then do it in moderation. Request her to do certain things, I don't know," shrugged Sirius, "But she is our only hope."
"I know. I better go. No doubt Lucius or Draco will want me for something," sighed Narcissa, "I've left you some muffins. They are all different kind, poppy seed ones, orange, chocolate with caramel bits."
Sirius smiled, "Delicious."
As he turned away to collect something Narcissa spotted a letter addressed to Harry. Glancing at him, she quickly grabbed it and stuck it in her robes pocket before Sirius turned back with an empty plate and mug.
"Ah, thankyou," laughed Narcissa, "A nice trade I dare say."
"Well, it may be useful some time," joked Sirius.
"I'll be back tonight with dinner."
Sirius nodded and Narcissa left with the plate and mug. As she entered her reading room and placed the plate and mug on her desk and used her wand to clean them and send them to the kitchens. She then pulled the letter out to Harry and opened it.
Dear Harry,
Now I am guessing you think this is all a joke after having been 'dead' for three years. But it isn't, I am alive and doing extremely well, considering being in hiding. I would explain this all too you know but I know there is a great chance of the letter being intercepted. All I can say to prove in my defence that I am real and telling the truth is, how is Buckbeak going? Have you removed that screaming picture of my mother yet? Is Kretcher still a slimy, bald, traitor? In fact is he even alive?
I hope this is enough proof that I am whom I know I am… in fact what about your two way mirror? Still in use? I will be contact with you again as soon as possible.
Your Godfather,
S.B
Narcissa folded the letter and set it in her desk draw under important papers – her inheritance, her will and Draco's birth papers. In time she would see too it sent to Harry, but for now that was best left until a later date, when she was sure Harry would receive the letter and believe it.
HD
The next three days passed with nothing interesting occurring. Draco remained moody over Pansy's comments and even his mothers, except both did make him think. Life had changed dramatically since his sixth year. He didn't do his seventh year and now he couldn't even get a job, let alone a place of his own. Nowhere was available and jobs were scarce. Perhaps if the Death Eater's hadn't gained power his life would be different. Maybe he would have a job and be living on his own, dating a nice witch with plans of spending their life together.
Draco shook his head at the thought. That was way too fluffy for his liking. In fact, how could he even consider thinking of a life full of butterflies and daisies? He felt like vomiting! He sat up at the yell of his father and headed down stairs to the foyer. The slaves were coming up the driveway. They stood in the dining room, the whole house dark. Obviously Lucius was opting for a dramatic entrance. Draco rolled his eyes, thinking it was too over the top for just slaves. He glanced at his mother who was hiding all expression of emotion on her face, even in her voice when Lucius asked if she was looking forward to the new slaves.
"They are only slaves, Lucius. What is there to look forward too?" she replied.
Lucius just nodded and didn't question her again. He turned to Draco who just shrugged in a not bothered manner as the dor opened.
Narcissa watched as her eyes landed on Hermione. The poor young woman looked exhausted, swaying on her feet. She hid her concern in her eyes as they entered the room, with the lights lighting up. Narcissa held back a disgusted sigh as Lucius walked in front of the six slaves before stopping in front of Hermione.
"Well, well, well," he said, "Look who we have here amongst all you mudblood's. Hermione Granger."
Narcissa dared a glance at Draco but he seemed too interested in watching his father try to intimidate Hermione. Again Narcissa had to hold back a gasp when Lucius slapped Hermione across the face.
From then on she blocked out all noise. When Lucius had finished speaking she wanted nothing more then to get them from his sight, stepping forward and putting on her best voice of hatred.
She clicked her fingers, "Follow me!"
HD
"Pointless aren't they?" said Lucius later that night as the three Malfoy's sat in the main reading room.
Narcissa was once again sewing, Draco reading a novel whilst Lucius sat in his chair with a glass of Fire whiskey.
"Why were they given a gift that doesn't belong to their kind?" he continued.
Narcissa sighed quietly and leaned away from her husband. She no longer felt strong love for him, she did love him only it was dying away to cold ashes. Draco noticed his mother's movement, but Lucius was too busy ranting and raving to care.
"Let's go out for dinner!" said Narcissa suddenly, "It has been a while."
"Sounds like a plan," shrugged Draco standing up, "Coming Father?"
Lucius stood up and with a nod followed his son and wife out. They enjoyed a wonderful dinner at a fancy restaurant in Hogsmeade before heading home. Lucius and Narcissa headed straight to bed, but Draco wandered around the house, not feeling one bit tired. That was when he saw her, stepping lightly and gracefully towards the kitchens. He smirked, now was his chance to have a little bit of fun.
"Sneaking around are we?" he said and almost laughed when she froze and fell to the ground. He walked over to her noticing she looked close to tears, "What were your snooping for, Granger? Something to use against us? Like any blackmail would do you any good. Dumbledore can't save you, neither can Potter."
Stepping a little closer, he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her deep brown eyes to meet his gray ones. She took a breath before speaking in a calm tone.
"I needed to use the toilet. I don't know where the mudblood bathroom is."
With a smirk he grabbed her by the arm, "Well, Granger, let me show you."
He pulled her along behind him, not caring that she stumbled through her weakness. What did he care of her? She was only a mudblood, his arch nemesis bestfriend and the girlfriend no doubt of that riff-raff Weasley. Each time she fell, Draco would sigh and pull her up roughly. They reached the staircase and he stopped and turned to look at her. Her cheeks were a light tinge of red and she was breathless.
"Down there. It's the only door. Enjoy."
Without another word he turned walked away, leaving her alone. He did hear her fall down the last few steps, but couldn't care less. Finding the Manor rather boring he headed up to his room where he found himself to be even more bored, if that was possible.
HD
"How is she?" asked Sirius as soon as Narcissa entered with his plate of food.
"She is weak. But no doubt she will become strong with sleep," said Narcissa, "Here. Its what I brought back with me from the restaurant. Lemon chicken, roast potatoes and vegetables."
Sirius smiled and took the plate from Narcissa. He walked over to one of the two white lounges and sat down with his plate on his lap.
"At least she is alive," said Sirius as he cut into his chicken, "I'm surprised your husband didn't just buy her to kill her himself."
"Oh no," said Narcissa sitting across from her cousin, "He will want to show her off to his fellow Death Eaters."
"I suppose you are right," nodded Sirius as he ate some of his chicken, "This chicken is delicious Narcissa."
"Only the best. Although the pasta sauce is a bit cheesy for my taste. So obviously you have no plans tomorrow."
"No. Just sitting here… reading again."
Narcissa sighed, "Sirius, you know why you can't just run out of here screaming your alive. The Death Eater's could capture you and use you as a way to lure Harry and the Order out to hiding. You said it yourself, you were the closest thing Harry ever had to a parent."
"Yes but they some hope that the world still has good in it, don't they?"
"There is still hope, only they don't see it yet. Beside's Sirius, you are lucky to even be alive. After spending all that time in there… it would be insane if you just revealed yourself like that. The time will come."
Sirius just grunted as he ate his chicken. Narcissa sighed, stood and kissed her cousin goodnight on the cheek before leaving to head to bed. By tomorrow morning he would be in a better mood, wanting to know more news and how Hermione was going.
HD
Draco was still bored and not tired at all. He sat up and walked around his room humming a little, as though trying to work out a way to entertain himself. All of his friends were busy with their own lives, the Manor no longer held any secrets that he knew of at least.
"What to do?" he groaned falling back onto his bed. Then it hit him. They had slaves, human slaves. He could do anything he wanted with them. Anything at all and he was feeling rather… aroused due too his lack of entertainment in more then one-way.
"Granger!" he yelled, knowing it would send a summoning charm too her. He watched the door until it opened two minutes later. He had many things in mind for the young muggleborn, ranging from something simple to down right dirty.
She just stared at him, trying to hide a look of annoyance on her tired face before realizing she was to speak first.
"What would you like?" she finally asked.
Draco smirked. It was obvious Granger was a virgin with the way she carried herself.
"A massage. My back is tense," he said pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. He laid on his stomach, enjoying the feel of his back being massaged. His even had to suppress a moan. After a few minutes he decided to take one more step closer to his goal.
"Granger, that isn't achieving a relaxed back. Perhaps you should kneel over me and do it."
He waited for her to scream at him in disgust but was quite shocked when he climbed up onto the bed and knelt beside him, her body leaning over his as she continued her given duty. She was pushing harder and against his will Draco groaned in pleasure. At sound of his groan the mudblood kneaded faster.
"Now, now Granger. No need to be in such a rush," said Draco mocking her.
"I'm tired Malfoy. All I want is to go to sleep," snapped Hermione pushing a little too hard on Draco's back, causing him to stiffen.
She had pushed hard on a faded bruise from a rough night with mates. He'd been drunk and had slipped down a hill, landing on a rock. Out of shock, Draco rolled onto his back and grabbed Hermione roughly by the wrist.
"You filthy little mudblood! Don't you know that is going to bruise?" he cried in anger, only Hermione glared at him, not caring she had caused his bruise to return.
"Oh dear, won't be able to get laid for a month," she snapped angrily at him, "Such a tragedy. Honestly, Malfoy are you that vein?"
Her comment angered him. He did not like being called immature and vein in the one week. Showing his anger he tightened his grip on her wrist. Glaring at her he saw her eyes flicker. She was scared. Scared of what he could do to her. Only she was hiding it on her face behind her fiery hatred towards him. The thought that someone was honestly scared of him, made his anger ebb away a bit. Looking away he let her wrist go.
"Go," he ordered, "Get out and return to the kitchens… you filthy little mudblood."
He kept his eyes focused away from her until she left. Then he stood up and once again began his pacing. What had he become? This past year had changed him in more ways then one. He was now beginning to scare himself. He needed help, but being who he was, he would never ask for it, leaving him on his own. Only he could change himself.
A/N: I know I left the next morning out but felt this was the right spot to end this chapter. Anyway the next one will focus on Harry, Ron and all of them. Don't worry chapter four we will return to Hermione!
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