The invasion was over, defeat evident. Hermione's father the king had been executed, as well as any other relevant people in the succession, like her brothers and uncles. Fortunately, her mother, God rest her soul, had died years before the war. But apparently, her fate was not as clear cut, because she was called into the council chambers after days in a locked, but not uncomfortable, bedroom.
Evidently, King Lucius and his advisors, who had slaughtered thousands of soldiers and civilians alike, preferred not to have the youngest child, and only girl of the royal family, decapitated at the ripe young age of twenty.
The discussion went back and forth between banishment and imprisonment for what seemed like hours. Even though Hermione knew these men held my fate in their hands, she was about to drop off to sleep when a young man burst into the room. He was handsome, in a classic sort of way with a sharp face and blond hair, but there was something about his gaze that scared her. She knew immediately that she would never want to be alone in a room with him.
"Draco," the king said tiredly.
"Hello, father," he said, casually rounding the table to stand beside him. "Still discussing the pretty girl's fate?" He winked at Hermione, who quickly looked down. "I have an idea."
"As much as I am refreshed by your sudden interest in—" the king began.
"Give her to me," Draco interrupted.
Hermione's head shot up and she stared at him. What?
Shocked noises were made all around the room, summarized by the incredulous exclamation of an advisor: "As a bride?"
"No, of course not." His eyes grazed over Hermione in a way that made her heart quicken. "As a whore."
If Hermione had been of any lesser constitution, she would have fainted at those words, but even so she felt a little lightheaded. The suggestion was too absurd for words. Surely, they would not take it seriously.
The king sighed. "Draco…" he said wearily.
"Come now, at least she'd be of use," Draco said. "She can distract and keep me out of trouble."
"If you sire a child, there will be even more trouble."
"I'm not a fool, I know how to fuck a whore without fathering a child."
To Hermione's horror, it seemed like the idea was beginning to grow on the group. A few advisors began nodding and murmuring amongst themselves.
"Very well," the king said finally. "She is yours, to be your whore, and to do with as you please, within reason. But if this arrangement causes more trouble, we will reassess." He turned to face the advisors again. "Thus is the fate of the last member of the vanquished royal family, Hermione, formerly princess of Ilva, decided."
Draco approached Hermione with triumphant steps. His gaze made her squirm and she quickly looked away. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. He smiled coldly.
"Have her washed and brought up to my chamber," he said to a guard. "Then we'll begin."