A/N: Thanks to the reviewer on chapter two:D

A Mudblood's Slave?

A carriage was parked out side of the shop. There were these strange creatures standing in front of it, with bat like wings.

"After you," the young woman said. Draco shot her a nasty glare before he did what he was told. The wizarding law for slaves was back in effect. He was totally at her mercy. He sat down in one of the seats and she sat across from him. There was a book lying on the seat next to her and she picked it up and began to read.

"Who are you?" Draco asked. He didn't care that it sounded rude or pompous. He just wanted to know.

The woman made a small clicking noise with her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Same old Malfoy," she replied, turning a page in the book.

"What does that mean?" Draco asked defensively. With that the woman removed her glasses, and let down her hood. Draco knew instantly when he saw her and a wave of nausea swept over him.

"Oh God, you're kidding right?" Draco gasped. Hermione Granger sat across from him, smiling. Her hair had tamed over in the past few years, and she'd grown up quite a bit but he'd never expect that he would have to serve her.

"Nope," she said, before returning to her book, appreciating the better lighting.

"What would you possibly want with me?" Draco asked, hoping he wasn't going to throw up all over the carriage floor.

"I think you can be a very hard worker. Therefore, I bought you seeing as you looked the healthiest," Hermione replied.

"What do you need a slave for?" Draco spat, forgetting that he indeed was her servant and being as disrespectful as ever.

"Well, you see," she began, putting the mark back in her book and setting it aside. "I've just bought a new house and it needs total remodeling. It's a fix-me-up home and I really could use some help," she said.

"Still! Why me Granger?" Draco cried dramatically.

"I've already told you why," she said. "Plus Harry told me they finally caught you, and that you were up for sale. They were planning on bidding you off tomorrow night, but I gave them eight thousand galleons, and a thousand more to ensure that you didn't get taken off by someone who would beat you and leave you for dead."

"Why do you even care mudblood?" Draco snapped confused.

"Don't you see Malfoy? Everyone deserves a second chance," Granger replied.

"Yeah well what about Crabbe and Goyle then?" Draco asked suddenly feeling very alone. "I don't know where Crabbe is. He was sold last night. And what's to become of Goyle?"

"They're still alive?" Hermione asked in interest.

"Yes didn't you see Goyle today?" Draco snarled.

Hermione thought for a moment and shook her head slowly. "I can't say that I did."

"He was standing right next to me!" Draco said. Hermione thought a little more and her deep brown eyes widened.

"That was Goyle?" she exclaimed. Draco nodded.

"He was so-" Hermione began.

"Skinny and frail looking?" Draco asked. She nodded in disbelief.

"Yup, that's what three months of starvation will do to you," Draco snapped.

For the rest of the time they were silent as they road to Hermione's fix-me-up house. The carriage shuttered and lurched every once and awhile but other than that the ride was quiet and peaceful. Something Draco was thankful for.

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He must have dosed for Hermione was shaking his shoulder.

"Wake up Malfoy, we're here," she said. He looked past her and saw that the sun had begun to set.

"Where do you live?" Draco asked. "It must have taken us ages to get here!"

"A few hours yes," Hermione said. "Diagon Alley is about two hundred miles from here."

Draco hopped out of the carriage and took a look around him. Many trees surrounded the home and it seemed they'd climbed up a huge hill to get here. His gray orbs fell on the house and his eyes widened.

It was huge, about three stories and extremely wide. Window shutters were hanging crooked, and paint had flaked off everywhere… Many of the windows were broken and everything was dusty. The porch that went all the way around the house had several holes in it, so that you could see the dirt below it. It was clear Draco had his work cut out for him.

"Granger?" he asked turning to look at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Why don't you just fix this up with magic?" he asked.

"Because we're going to do this the muggle way!" she chirped happily. Malfoy looked as if he were going to be sick. Everything seemed to be closing in on him. He turned towards the house and it seemed to grow ten times higher than it originally was.

"Are you alright Malfoy?" she asked looking worried. Draco turned towards her swaggering and he promptly fainted.

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His gray eyes opened and he found himself looking up at the sky, which was steadily darkening. Then she came into view, holding a bucket over him, with little droplets of water falling off of the rim. He realized he was wet yet again for that day and he shivered as the light breeze touched his bare chest.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, kneeling next to him. He pushed a few strands of wet hair out of his eyes.

"Do I look like I'm bloody okay?" Draco asked, standing up.

"I think you just had an anxiety attack," Hermione said. "Let's go to my cottage around the back and we'll get you something to eat."

She then stood and disappeared around the back of the house.

Draco stared after her, quite confused. Why was she being so kind to him? After he'd spent most of his childhood years tormenting her… He would've thought that this moment was pure gold to Granger. She could finally get her revenge on him just as Potter had.

He thought about it a little more. It's because they had been children. Things had changed dramatically since then, and the mudblood was a woman now, just as he was a man. He supposed it was time to start acting like an adult.

Although he didn't think this was where he'd be in five years when he was seventeen. A slave to a muggle born witch. He was a pureblood for god sakes! But he knew in his heart that your bloodline meant nothing in this new age. He had supposed that the Death Eaters would overtake everything and the mudblood filth of the world would replace him in his present position.

"Are you coming?" Hermione asked. He was snapped out of his thoughts and he looked up to find her standing by the porch. Draco stood and walked towards her. She turned and went around the house again.

When the war was taking place, Granger would've never turned her back on him the way she just had.

When she came into view again, Draco saw that she was bent over a small flower patch, examining a purple flower. It was larger than all the other ones and it had grown the tallest. She smiled down at it happily and walked inside.

He took in the tiny cottage and immediately felt as if everything was closing in on him again. He'd never been confined to such a small place. But he followed his mistress inside and found her sitting at a small circular table. There was a chair opposite of her where she sat, magically peeling potatoes.

It was a little more spacious on the inside then it looked on the outside.

"You can sit down if you'd like," Hermione said, motioning to the chair across from her as she started chopping the vegetables. Draco did as he was told and watched her. Maybe this situation would be better than he thought it would be.

She pointed her wand at a kettle in the fireplace, and a fire erupted under it, making the water in the kettle boil. She conjured up a slab of beef and chopped it into neat cubes with her wand. Draco was tempted to reach over and eat it raw, but he clamped his hands together in his lap. The meat flew across the room, through the air and landed in the pot with a splash. She through some garlic, onions, oregano, salt, and pepper in with the meat and put a lid over the kettle.

It was then that she turned towards Draco and muttered something. It felt as though his hair was being tugged at. It then all fell into his face untangled, but not clean.

"It should be easier to wash that way," Hermione replied when he examined his long hair. It still had its smooth silky consistency to it. A lot of the dirt had fallen into his lap though.

She then conjured several cleaning products including shampoo, a razor in case he wanted to shave off his beard, shaving cream, soap, a washrag, and two large towels.

"The shower's at the back," Hermione said.

"Are you trying to tell me that I stink Granger?" Draco asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes," she said plainly. Draco's cheeks reddened.

"I've smelled bad for so long I don't even notice it anymore," he said bitterly, rubbing the dirt off of his clothes. Hermione took in his attire. A dirty looking peasant's shirt that was ripped and hanging off of him, that used to be white, and a pair of tattered pants, with one pants leg missing. She conjured some plain black robes that appeared neatly folded next to the towel.

"Go on then," she said. "When you get out dinner will be ready."

A/N: Alright. I decided to go ahead and post because it's done and I don't want to just leave it sitting there. Hope you enjoyed it.