Of Snakes and Bloods
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MWD- Here I am with a new story. I'm working on the plot to this as I go so I'm not entirely sure if it will end up as a Dramione fic. It might just be an angst Hermione fic. Lol
Disclaimer- Yeah…I don't own anything so if you sue me, you will get nothing.
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Prologue: The Chosen One
"Filthy purebloods, you're worse than Voldemort!" the female spat at the large man that stood before her.
The man slapped her so hard, the sound echoed off the walls of the cold, candlelit, stone room. "Bite your tongue, Mudblood, or next time, you'll surly die," he stated coldly.
She had fallen to the stone floor from the force of the blow, her tied hand not being able to cushion the fall. She tried not to whimper at the pain in her cheek and in her arm. With how hard she fell, she wouldn't be surprised if her arm was broken.
"You're too pretty to lose." The man laughed a deep, crackly laugh that made her spine shiver. He turned and left the small dungeon, leaving her along to sob in pain.
Four years after Voldemort's Death, the magical community decided to take a stand against the Muggles. They killed off the entire Muggle population. The Muggle-born wizards were spared but still treated like dirt by the purebloods and even half-bloods, who were treated like a higher level of dirt by the purebloods.
Muggle-borns lived in peace among their superiors, free to do almost anything they wish. Magic was completely forbidden to them and punishable by lashings. Also, whenever half-bloods wished, they would kidnap many Muggle-borns and sell them as slaves to purebloods.
That's what she was now…a slave.
Hermione Granger grunted as she was being dressed by her slave owner's mistresses. They tightened the black corset around her already skinny stomach then slipped a dark blue robe over her. She was then escorted, with a group of other female slaves, dressed like her, to a large room where the slave owner and a tall blonde man stood.
Hermione didn't get a good view of the man until she was lined up and when she saw him, her invisible jaw dropped. It was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
She felt her stomach churn as he started walking down the line of girls, examining each of them like they were some kind of wild animals. She didn't was to hear his rude, heartless comments about her but she wouldn't be able to stop them.
Lucius stepped to Hermione and gave a Malfoy trademark smirk. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Hermione Granger. What a spot you have gotten yourself in," he chuckled.
She ground her teeth together. "It was bound to happen sooner or later," she let out in a light hiss.
He took her chin in his large hand and turned her head to the side examining her. "Even after everything, you're still a lovely, disgusting flower." He released her face, giving her cheek a light slap with his leather gloved hand. "Hm. Draco is pretty font of you, and by your tongue, you still need to be broken in." He turned to the slave owner. "I'll take this one."
Hermione's eye widened. With how much she wanted to get out of that hellhole, she didn't want to be put into another one with the Mafloys.
Her slave owner smiled his partly toothless smile and nodded. "Good choice, sir. She is the most beautiful here."
Lucius dropped his coins into the fat man's hand. "For a Mudblood, she is." He gave another smirk.
She held back the urge to groan and roll her eyes, a habit she earned from being at Hogwarts. 'Great,' she thought to herself.
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When Lucius brought Hermione to the Malfoy Manor, she was taken immediately to a small room in the attic. A simple cot was the only piece of furniture in the room. There was one small, circular window that over looked the large garden area in the backyard.
"This is how comfortable things will be for you. Get used to it," he told her. "I won't be giving you any duties to do. Everything will be left up to Draco."
Trying to ignore what he had said last, she commented, "Everything's the same as my old hellhole. The cot is a step up."
He didn't chuckle or even smirk at her slave humor, his face stayed cold. "I'm going to meet up with my wife and son downstairs. We'll be back up in a few minutes, so don't do anything stupid."
Feeling she had to, she gave a bow and replied, "Yes, Master Malfoy." She watched him exit the room, shutting the door behind him. She walked to the window and looked out at the garden. By the way it was decorated, she could tell it was used a lot and for parties.
She had always wished she could go to a fancy, Pureblood party, but she knew it would never happen.
She gave a soft sigh and sat on the bed. "Welcome to a new life, Hermione." She didn't pull her eyes away from the window, butterflies and dragonflies would fly past it, making her frown more and more.
After only five minutes, Hermione could hear footsteps and voices, coming to her room.
'Here we go,' she thought to herself.
The door slowly opened and three blonde adults stepped into the room.
"Happy birthday, son, your first slave." Lucius held out his arm showing the small female sitting on the bed.
Draco looked at Hermione and couldn't hold back a cold, devious smirk. "Granger…" He looked back to his parents. "Thank you, mother and father."
"I think she is a step up from Dobby. At least she's pretty, dear," Narcissa said. Hermione wanted to punch her for talking so coldly about Dobby.
Draco gave a small nod. "Well, I guess it's time to see just how broken in you are."
Lucius gave a small chuckle. "Don't get blood anywhere, Draco." He took Narcissa's and walked with her out of the room.
Draco walked to her and took her jaw, much like his father had done. She jerked her face away from him though, something she didn't dare do to his father. "Don't touch me," she hissed.
He gave a laugh. "You have no say in that, Mudblood. You're my property now."
"Like hell I am," she spat, "I'll find a way out of here."
"And if you got away, where would you go?" He grabbed the neckline of her robe and tugged at it. She struggled against him and he jerked his hand down, ripping half her top, showing the burned seal in between her breast. He leaned down to her ear, whispering, "Anyone you run into would look for this seal and once they find it, you'll be taken to the closest slave owner."
She pushed back from his as she pulled up the torn pieces of her robe to cover herself. "Anywhere is better than here."
"I don't plan on getting rid of you." He looked at the ring on his middle finger. "Hm, I better take care of that," he mumbled. He looked back at her. "Come." He turned and proceeded to the door. When he didn't hear her following, he turned back and ordered, "Come, now."
She crossed her arms and told him. "No."
He chuckled. "Plot your escape all you like but while you are here, you're my slave and you will follow my orders. Got it, Granger?"
She gave a sigh, figuring she was going to lose no matter how much she argued. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." He moved his hand, telling her to come. "Now, let's go."
She gave nod and followed him out of the room. "Master Malfoy, where are we going?" she asked.
Draco glanced over his shoulder at her then looked forward again. "Do you think you have the authority to ask that?"
"No, sir." She gave a slight grumble. She knew in front of her, her was silently chuckling.
Prologue End
MWD: Dude...is it just me or was Draco being SUPER hot in this story. :drools: I want him to talk to me that way.
Hermione: :looks at the seal on her chest: GET IT OFF!! :runs around in circles: GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!
Draco: :starts stripping: I'm too sexy for my socks, too sexy for my socks, baby.