A/N: Wow! I can't even express how shocked and happy I was to get so many great reviews. Thanks to all of you and just for that, here you are! And I know the dark mark is supposed to go on the left arm, I was just writing so fast I didn't even think about that mistake:P I was so embarrassed. And keep in mind Harry hates Draco. Hatred brings out the worst in men and woman alike! I'm sorry if he seemed out of character because he's normally so noble:D Love to all!
A Mudblood's Slave?
"Come on you!" said the old man, putting a collar around Draco's neck. He then pulled him through the back of the shop and into a narrow alleyway. A bidding was going on. Draco saw many fellow Death Eaters, standing with their hands bound behind them. They looked miserable and scared.
"Thousand galleons," yelled a man holding up a heavy bag.
"Do I get a higher bid for Vincent Crabbe?" the man at the pedestal cried.
Draco's eyes widened when he finally recognized his old school cronies. They were both thin and terribly pale. He felt something in him break. They'd lived through the war, but they hadn't been able to escape this? Just as he himself hadn't been able to escape.
"Two thousand galleons!" a woman cried in the crowd.
"Two thousand, can I get a higher bid?" the man asked. Nobody else in the crowd seemed to want to bid more than that. "Going once, going twice, SOLD to the lady in the red!"
The woman stood up victoriously and hurried forward to take Crabbe's leash. Draco shut his eyes and willed himself to walk further towards the stage.
"I'm about to be humiliated," he told himself reasonably. He held his head high and mounted the steps, with the old man behind him. A hush fell over the crowd.
"Draco Malfoy!" he presented Draco to the crowd. A lot of muttering was going on as Draco was forced to his knees yet again that day, next to Gregory Goyle.
" Ello mate," Goyle whispered, his voice quivering. Draco looked at him, his pale gray eyes alive with hatred for the audience.
"Hello Gregory," he whispered.
"You suppose this is the end of the line for us? We lose our freedom today," Goyle said, his voice cracking.
The wroooong profession, Draco cursed himself.
"I don't know Greg," Draco said. He felt Goyle's hand grasp his wrist, and he moved his hand up as much as he could to comfort his long time friend.
The old man and the wizard at the pedestal began whispering to each other. The old man nodded and grasped Draco by his leash yet again. He was dragged to his feet, even though the old man looked weak and taken from the stage. The crowd let out a roar of protest as Draco was taken inside.
"What's going on?" Draco asked, as they descended down some steps.
"We're going to save you," the old man said hoarsely.
"What?" Draco asked.
"We think that we should advertise that you've been caught so that many, many wizards interested in a slave can come and check you out. We think we can get more money for you that way than to sell you today," he replied.
Draco looked puzzled at this.
"You're worth more than you think Mr. Malfoy," the old man said with a malicious smile. "I think many wizards would give quite a lot to get their hands on you."
With that he was shoved into a room with cold stone floors and the door was slammed behind him. Draco sat down, staring at the door and the little slot at the bottom. He sighed and rested his head on his arms, with his knees propped up against his chest. He didn't know what was to become of him, and he was quite scared about finding out. As his eyes adjusted he saw a blanket in the corner of the room and he crawled over to it. He picked it up and threw it around his shoulders, even though it smelled moldy, and propped his back against the right corner of the room. He had a feeling tomorrow wouldn't be any better.
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"Wake up," someone said from above him. Draco squinted and found light flooding down the steps into his holding cell. It was the man who'd been selling the slaves the day before.
Draco furrowed his brow and made a noise of protest. The man nudged Draco in the shoulder with his boot.
"Come on," he said. When Draco only laid there unmoving, the man disappeared up the steps and came back with a bucket of water in his hands. He then proceeded to dump the water all over Draco and his moldy smelling, moth eaten blanket.
Draco sat up when that happened, panting and wiping his face. A lot of the dirt came off of him, revealing his pale skin.
The man then conjured a plate with his wand and set it in front of Draco. On the plate was some bread and a small container of butter. He then handed Draco a glass of water and left him to eat alone, once again in darkness. Draco looked down at the food and he picked up the piece of bread and the small container of butter. He then smeared the butter on the bread with his finger and stuffed more than half of it in his mouth. He chewed vigorously, took a drink of water and stuffed the rest of the bread in his mouth.
The door opened again, revealing the old man. Draco looked up at him, bread poking out from between his lips, the water still clutched in his hand.
"Get up," the older wizard said, scratching his chin. When Draco refused to obey, the man pulled his wand and whispered a charm that put the collar back around Draco's neck. He tugged on the leash hard, and Draco stood up, glaring at the older man.
"There's a young woman here," the man said. "Interested in purchasing a slave."
When he was brought into view, he saw that Goyle had not been bought the night before. He was slightly relieved to see a familiar face. The other Death Eaters he'd never really known. He went and stood by Goyle and took in the woman standing next to the counter. She had a black cloak on, and the hood was drawn over her eyes.
"Is this all of them?" she asked.
"Yes," the man said. The young woman paced in front of them, examining each and every one carefully, until she got to Draco. She looked up into his face, and he saw she had sunglasses on. She looked vaguely familiar.
"This one," she said pointing to him. Draco's heart sank.
"Why me?" he thought.
"Oh, are you sure miss? That one there's expensive," the old man said from behind the counter.
"How much?" the young woman asked.
"Eight thousand galleons," the older man replied. The woman reached into her robes and threw the old man a velvet sack. He weighed it and then counted out the money. Looking satisfied, he gave her Draco's leash.
"He's all yours," the old man said. She took hold of the leash but didn't yank Draco along side her.
"Let's go," she replied. Draco stood stubbornly looking down at the petite woman who stared up at her with her eyebrows raised.
"No," he snapped. He took a step backwards from her, looking around for possibilities of an escape.
"You can either come with me willingly or I can humiliate you in front of your buddies here," the woman said. She watched Draco patiently, and now there was something very familiar about her. The way she poised herself, keeping her composure. Her face was emotionless, and he could bet that behind those sunglasses her eyes were calm. She reminded him of someone he once knew, but he couldn't quite place her.
Draco glared at her coldly but moved forward, already feeling the burn behind his cheeks.
"So long Draco," Goyle said sadly.
"So long Gregory," Draco muttered, wishing it was different. But somehow he didn't think he'd ever see Crabbe or Goyle ever again.
A/N: Alright! Once again thanks to all for the great reviews. I will be updating soon!