Prompt #2
Maid
(Hermione/Draco)
The Dark Lord had taken Harry away, but deep down she knew Harry had gone willingly, that he had sold his very soul to the Dark Lord in order to stay alive. Harry was now second-in-command and rumours abound that he had taken Bellatrix Lestrange as a wife.
She had a fairly decent life as Malfoy's maid. She cleaned his house. It was embarrassing, but at least he was not brutal to her. She knew already that quite a few of her fellow muggleborns were being used as spell practice for 'new recruits' to the Dark Lord's army.
Today, however, the 'Lady Malfoy' was out shopping. She had been tasked with cleaning the entire manor from top to bottom to prepare for a party. But first, she had to get breakfast on the table and Malfoy's coffee ready before starting her work.
As she entered the bedroom bearing Malfoy's breakfast tray she noticed a black lacy item on the settee near his bed. He took his tray and nodded at it.
"That is your uniform whenever Lady Malfoy is out. Understood?"
Hermione nodded. She quickly went back to her room to put it on, finding that it was one of those stereotypical 'French Maid' costumes. It was magical; there was no other way to describe why the uniform seemed to over-exaggerate every curve in her body.
She sighed and stepped into the heels he sent along with the uniform. They were surprisingly comfortable to walk in, would be fine to work in, but they did unnatural things to her backside.
She picked up her tools and went to the dining room. She would start there and work her way around.
No matter what room she was in, however, she could sense Malfoy, as though he was watching her work.
It was mid-afternoon, while she was cleaning the third of many guest bathrooms that she felt hands on her hips as she bent to pick up a rag under the bowl.
"You look very fetching, Granger, in that new uniform of yours."
Hermione stiffened, well aware that Malfoy could do whatever he wanted to do to her. It was well within his rights as her owner.
Suddenly she had been flipped around and pressed against the wall. One of Malfoy's hands cupped her breast while a second dipped to lift her skirt, revealing the knickers below.
"Delectable." He stole in with a kiss, pushing her up against the wall until she gasped, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Inside her brain something broke, and she began to return his fevered kisses.
An hour later she was roused from her doze on Draco's bed with Draco still draped on top of her.
"Wake up love." She whispered. "We still have to get ready for the party."
Draco chuckled. "Indeed we do. That was a brilliant idea, darling, you playing the 'helpless maid'"
Hermione laughed. Harry wasn't the only one who could bed a Slytherin in order to keep their freedom. She lifted her left arm from under Draco, brushing her hands through his hair. There, against her pale skin, was the Dark Mark.
"The spell helped. Got us both into character." She replied. Draco nodded and nuzzled at her neck.
Helpless maid indeed.