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A Mudblood's Slave?
"Draco!" he whispered, for his son was sitting before him in a spiked collar.
"Lord, God almighty," Draco whispered jumping to his feet. "You! What-"
"Draco, what happened?" came a female's voice. A brunette came into view holding a small basket. Draco knelt to pick up the veggies he'd dropped onto the worn street.
"I knocked into this man and we fell and now I'm picking up the vegetables off of the street, that have probably gotten bruised and squishy and my arse hurts," he replied sharply. "And I think I've scraped my back up."
Hermione moved his cloak out of the way and lifted up his work shirt. There were scratches that were bleeding slightly. She wiped most of it away with her sleeve and picked some small pebbles out of one of the cuts. His shirt had apparently come up when he'd fallen down.
He jumped and hissed as she did so.
"I'm sorry," Matthias said, picking up his walking stick. "I wasn't paying attention."
"It's all right," Draco grumbled. "Neither was I."
"Oh! Are you from America?" Hermione asked smiling kindly at him. Draco shot her a nasty look. Honestly how could she be so blind? This was his father! The evil Lucius Malfoy that she'd battled against in the years of the Great Death Eater War.
"As a matter of fact I am," Matthias said holding out his hand to her. She took it politely and shook it.
"I see that you have an ex Death Eater as a slave?" Matthias asked smiling with interest as Draco flushed furiously.
"I'm off to finish the shopping," he muttered, knowing Lucius wouldn't hurt his mistress. It was too risky.
"Alright," Hermione said.
Draco wandered off down the road, holding the bag of veggies in his arms. She could tell by the way his shoulders were hunched, that he was fuming. Being seen out in public bothered the youngest Malfoy. He was always being insulted or shoved. Hermione didn't like to see someone who was under her protection being hurt and embarrassed so she'd finally put a charm on him that didn't allow anybody to harm him. But what they said to him… well she couldn't control what came out of people's mouths. If she could she would.
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"I would like a gallon of milk and some apple juice," Draco said politely. The shopkeeper stared at him, malicious humor lighting his eyes.
"Now that you haven't got a wand you know how to be civil?" the wizard asked. "Why would I give my products to you of all people?"
"Please sir," Draco muttered, already feeling a headache coming on. "They're not for me. They're for my mistress. She'll be angry if I don't come back with what she's asked me to get. And funny as it may sound to you, she won't be angry with me."
"And why should I be afraid of what your mistress thinks?" the wizard asked wickedly.
"Because she could hex you into next week if she doesn't get her apple juice," Draco replied. Be it as it may, Draco was proud to have Hermione as an owner. If he was going to belong to anyone as a slave, he got the right person.
"Oh yeah? And who is your owner?" the shopkeeper asked.
"You don't know?" Draco chuckled. "Funny. You must be the only one who can't read."
"Why you-" the wizard reached into his robes bringing out his wand. Draco looked at it unflinching. Nothing could get through the shield that Hermione had put up around him.
"What's going on here?" came a familiar voice. Draco turned to find Harry Potter standing in the doorway.
The shopkeeper quickly put his wand away.
"This slave was trying to rob me!" he said venomously, pointing an accusing finger in Draco's face.
Draco raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"Yes, and that's why I have a bag of galleons out ready to pay for a bloody gallon of milk and a jug of apple juice!" he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Potter, the man refuses to give it to me."
Harry sighed looking at the evidence before him.
If Malfoy was in Diagon Alley, Hermione wasn't far away.
Malfoy had a purple bag filled with galleons in his pale hand. The bag had HG embroidered onto it.
Malfoy wasn't holding the shopkeeper by the neck, demanding his milk and apple juice for free.
The man seemed to hate Malfoy even though he probably hadn't ever met him before now.
Harry sighed.
"Those products are for my best friend Hermione Granger," Harry said sternly. "I suggest you give Malfoy the products he requests or I shall have to speak to the ministry about your business tactics."
The man glared at Harry for a long time. But Harry was a respected man, and could probably get the wizard's shop shut down.
The shopkeeper muttered darkly to himself but fetched the products for Draco anyway.
"That'll be seven galleons," he muttered. Draco reached into the bag and gave him the money, scowling.
"Thank you for your time," Draco growled before he turned. "And thank you Potter. If you hadn't of shown up I'd still be arguing with that stupid prat over there."
Harry saw that this was genuine and he nodded without another word. Draco left to go find Hermione.
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Draco entered a small diner, holding yet another bag in his arms. He looked down to find an elderly witch glaring up at him. Seeing as Draco was already in a foul mood he turned towards her.
"What?" he snarled. "Waiting for me to sprout horns and breathe fire?" he spat venomously. The woman let out a scandalized humph and turned away, bringing her cup of coffee to her lips.
Hermione looked up, recognizing that ridiculing tone anywhere. Her blonde slave made his way to the table. He glanced at the American Wizard sitting across from his mistress but avoided making eye contact. He already knew his father would be ashamed of him. He could just hear him asking:
"How could you be so stupid to be caught by Potter? I've taught you better than this. And now that disgusting Mudblood owns you and works you like a house elf!"
Draco shuttered, not wanting to look at Lucius.
"Did you have any more trouble?" Hermione asked.
"I went to the dairy shop you told me to go to for the milk and juice and the man refused to give it to me," Draco muttered, plucking some bacon off of Hermione's plate. She didn't seem to mind. Draco glanced up to see the darkness appear in Lucius' Malfoy's eyes but it was gone as quickly as it had come.
Draco knew Lucius thought he'd gotten way too comfortable with the mudblood.
"But he did give it to you right?" Hermione asked, looking at the bag.
"Yes," Draco said lightly. "After I wrung his neck…"
Hermione's eyes widened, and Matthias smirked Malfoy style.
"Oh Draco you didn't!" Hermione said worriedly.
"No," Draco sighed. "I wanted to though. Potter showed up actually."
Lucius choked on his tea.
"Really?" Hermione asked with interest, sipping at her tea as well. "Are you alright Mr. Llewellyn?"
Lucius grunted, wiping his mouth with his napkin.
"Yup. And he threatened the man into giving me the products I desired," Draco finished, taking a bite out of her toast.
She smiled in appreciation of her best friend. Noble Potter.
"Anyways, what are you two doing?" Draco asked, more to his father than to Hermione. Draco was hiding it remarkably well, but he was panicking.
"Mr. Llewellyn is an American journalist," Hermione said cheerily. "He wanted to know what my take is on slavery and what sort of things I have you do for me."
"Right," Draco murmured eating a small chunk of honeydew. "So what is it?" he asked her.
"I told him I think it's wrong and unjustified," she said.
"Which doesn't explain why you own a slave," Malfoy grumbled.
"I don't treat you like a slave," Hermione snapped. "You're eating my fruit."
Draco looked down at the bit of cantaloupe in his hand and set it down in her bowl again. She smiled at him and pushed it in front of him.
"Anyway, I've got to go to the lavatory so I'll only be a moment," Hermione said. She then got up and walked around the back of the diner.
"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed so nobody could hear.
"I came to find out where you were!" Lucius whispered. "If I would've known you've made yourself so comfortable here with that useless mudblood, I would've let it be. If you want to live your life out as a slave so be it! And to think, I was actually proud of you!"
"You want me to act suspicious around her?" Draco asked. "I was trying to cover for you!"
"I don't need you to cover for me!" Lucius growled in his ear. "I've never needed you to cover for me! If I remember correctly, you were always cowering behind me."
"I was just a boy, father," Draco whispered so only Lucius could hear. "When you initiated me into Riddle's clan I was fourteen years old!"
"You were a soft boy," Lucius said contemptuously. "I should've known you'd choose the cowardly way. Hide behind the mudblood so that the world can't touch you. Join the right side and behave because you're to scared to fight for your freedom!"
"You think I want this?" Draco fumed. "I hid for three months straight trying to stay out of the Auror's grasp!"
"Apparently you didn't hide well enough," Lucius spat.
"Well just so you know, I'd do anything to be free again," Draco snapped before Hermione came back into view.
"Anything?" Lucius asked, a familiar glint coming into his eyes. Draco's throat constricted. He knew that look. And it only promised bad things.
"Anyways, it was nice meeting you Mr. Llewellyn. I hope you have enough information there," Hermione said, taking a hold of her basket. Lucius nodded politely at her. He then took her hand and kissed it lightly, making Hermione blush and Draco feel sick.
"Yes well, I'll be in England for a few more days. I still have to talk to Mr. Potter," Lucius said. "What do you say we meet again for lunch or something Miss Granger?"
"Oh God," Draco thought, his eyes widening, sweat appearing on his brow.
"I'll have to think about it," Hermione said. She was obviously flattered by him and that's exactly what Draco had been afraid of. Lucius was extremely good at walking into people's lives this way. He was a deceiver. His name might as well of been Lucifer.
"Well, I'm staying at the Wizard's Inn," Lucius replied smoothly. "Perhaps you can send me a word there? If you're interested."
"Alright," Hermione said with a small smile. She was never spontaneous like this, but he was handsome and he was an American. He was charming and he didn't seem to be married. He'd conveniently left out the part about talking to Ronald Weasley.
And another advantage he had, was that Weasley and the mudblood were fighting.
"Great," Lucius said, clapping his hands together. "I look forward to hearing from you!" And with that he got up, nodding politely to the two of them and leaving the shop. He had to hold on just a little longer to find out where Draco really stood.
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