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Adult ++
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No Pity Party
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters. JKR does. I just want to play with them for a bit.
Chapter Two
No Pity Party
Hermione left the sitting room robotically. She did indeed have a lot on her formidable mind. She wondered if she should go into the kitchen and tell everyone her fate or if she should go up to the room that was kept for her and just mull over her thoughts. She decided on the former, better to get it done and over with.
She steeled herself mentally before heading into the kitchen. She hated it when her friends felt sorry for her and was going to try to avoid them feeling that way by trying her hardest to put a positive spin on this situation. But Gods, the Malfoy’s! How could she have been so unfortunate?
As Hermione steps into the kitchen, with a forced look of hope, she is greeted by her friends and those she considers family. She was actually glad that her parents didn’t have to see the state of the wizarding world, but still extremely sad that Voldemort had them killed.
“So. “ said Ron. “What did they have to tell you that was so secret?”
“There’s no easy way to say this all. So I shall be blunt about it. Lucius Malfoy has petitioned to buy me into slavery. I shall be going there by tomorrow.” She took a deep breath, waiting for the barrage of questions, which she had no answers to.
Harry finally looked up directly into Hermione’s eyes, with a look of pure hatred towards the Malfoy’s deeply etched into his stature.
“I’ll kill them if they lay a hand on you ‘Mione. I swear it.” Harry said balling his fists up at his sides.
“You’ll do no such thing Harry Potter. You are an Auror and an extremely important part of this battle. While you and Ron are my best friends, I expect no heroics from you other than to get this damnable law repealed as quickly as possible.” she replied.
“’Mione, I can’t just let them take you and abuse you. I’ll buy you myself if I have to. It would be the best use of my Galleons that I could ever think of.” he exclaimed.
“Harry, it’s only pureblood wizards that can purchase slaves. But thank you for thinking of it. It does mean a lot to me. Believe me when I say I will be fine even if I am with the most evil wizards I could imagine.” She looked at Harry with deep gratitude.
Ron looked around and for what felt like the millionth time, wished he had more gold. He was a pureblood wizard and he would gladly petition for Hermione, but he could never afford to outbid the Malfoy’s for her. Most people don’t know that, while being an Auror was a privilege, it didn’t pay very much.
Hermione could read Ron’s face clearly and gathered the two men who had been her best friends since she was 11 into her arms, whispering for them to trust her. She would be fine. When she felt each of them relax somewhat, she released them.
They trusted Hermione to make all the right decisions all the time. They just hoped that she wasn’t taking this too lightly.
Molly Weasley then decided that now would be a good time for tea. It would help calm the nerves. She flicked her wand and a tray of tea appeared before them all. They all started fixing their tea when an owl suddenly appeared carrying a scroll with the Ministry of Magic seal on it. It landed in front of Hermione and stuck its leg out. She untied the scroll with her hands shaking slightly.
Miss Hermione Granger,
Please be advised that you have been petitioned to be purchased. The official paperwork is attached to this letter. Feel free to peruse it at your leisure and direct any questions to Madam Morgana Crotefelt at the Ministry of Magic. You will be expected at Malfoy Manor at precisely 8 am tomorrow morning for your assignment.
Sincerely,
Dolores Umbridge
Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic
“My assignment? Do they think that makes it sound better? And of course that cow Umbridge would be in charge of all this.” Hermione stated plainly.
She fed the owl a small piece of scone that was lying on the tray. Even the owl looked like he had pity in his eyes.
Everyone was incredibly quiet in the kitchen after Hermione read her letter out loud. There were some loud derisive snorts at parts. Finally Ginny Weasley broke the silence.
“Just hex the bastard’s balls off Hermione.” Ginny said.
Hermione chuckled despite the situation. Molly looked at her youngest child and debated on yelling at her for using the term, but she didn’t think it was that bad of an idea.
“Gin, while that sounds like the most fun I could have at that place, I don’t think they’d treat me very well if the first thing I did was magically castrate them.” Hermione told the red-haired spitfire in front of her.
“Yeah, but it would make you feel better.” Ginny said back to the girl she thought of as her older sister.
“Hermione dear, just know that we’ll all be there for you. As much as they let us anyway.” Molly told her.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley. I appreciate that more than you could know. But now I really should head back to my flat and pack what I can to take with me.” she said.
“Do you want me and Harry to help you ‘Mione?” Ron asked hopefully, trying to assuage her tumultuous feelings.
“Thanks Ron, but I really need to be alone and think this through.” she said.
Hermione gave her friends hugs before she left to go pack what she could of her life. She left Grimmauld and proceeded to the closest Apparition point. She apparated to her street corner in Hogsmeade and proceeded to her flat.
She let down her wards and entered her home, looking around and realizing that this would be the last night she would spend there. Even if the law did get repealed, she couldn’t afford to keep a flat that she wasn’t living in. She obviously wasn’t going to be a paid slave. So much for going into the Spells industry, she sighed.
It was actually quite quick work to pack up her meager belongings. She didn’t have much considering that she had just gotten out of living in the dorms at university. The flat was furnished when she rented it, so it was basically all personal items.
Her biggest fear was not having a place to house her beloved books. She would owl Harry and ask if they could be kept in her room at Grimmauld. She was sure that he would gladly do that.
She was tired after the crazy day she had. More tired than she imagined she’d be. She walked into the bedroom with a good Muggle mystery novel and by the time she read three pages she was out like a light. Her subconscious mind didn’t even let her think of what would happen tomorrow. She slept a dreamless sleep.
TBC
A/N: Please let me know how I’m doing. I know the lemons aren’t here yet, but I figure if not in the next chapter then definitely by the fourth chapter. Hopefully you can bare with me. Please
R & R.
Chapter Two
No Pity Party
Hermione left the sitting room robotically. She did indeed have a lot on her formidable mind. She wondered if she should go into the kitchen and tell everyone her fate or if she should go up to the room that was kept for her and just mull over her thoughts. She decided on the former, better to get it done and over with.
She steeled herself mentally before heading into the kitchen. She hated it when her friends felt sorry for her and was going to try to avoid them feeling that way by trying her hardest to put a positive spin on this situation. But Gods, the Malfoy’s! How could she have been so unfortunate?
As Hermione steps into the kitchen, with a forced look of hope, she is greeted by her friends and those she considers family. She was actually glad that her parents didn’t have to see the state of the wizarding world, but still extremely sad that Voldemort had them killed.
“So. “ said Ron. “What did they have to tell you that was so secret?”
“There’s no easy way to say this all. So I shall be blunt about it. Lucius Malfoy has petitioned to buy me into slavery. I shall be going there by tomorrow.” She took a deep breath, waiting for the barrage of questions, which she had no answers to.
Harry finally looked up directly into Hermione’s eyes, with a look of pure hatred towards the Malfoy’s deeply etched into his stature.
“I’ll kill them if they lay a hand on you ‘Mione. I swear it.” Harry said balling his fists up at his sides.
“You’ll do no such thing Harry Potter. You are an Auror and an extremely important part of this battle. While you and Ron are my best friends, I expect no heroics from you other than to get this damnable law repealed as quickly as possible.” she replied.
“’Mione, I can’t just let them take you and abuse you. I’ll buy you myself if I have to. It would be the best use of my Galleons that I could ever think of.” he exclaimed.
“Harry, it’s only pureblood wizards that can purchase slaves. But thank you for thinking of it. It does mean a lot to me. Believe me when I say I will be fine even if I am with the most evil wizards I could imagine.” She looked at Harry with deep gratitude.
Ron looked around and for what felt like the millionth time, wished he had more gold. He was a pureblood wizard and he would gladly petition for Hermione, but he could never afford to outbid the Malfoy’s for her. Most people don’t know that, while being an Auror was a privilege, it didn’t pay very much.
Hermione could read Ron’s face clearly and gathered the two men who had been her best friends since she was 11 into her arms, whispering for them to trust her. She would be fine. When she felt each of them relax somewhat, she released them.
They trusted Hermione to make all the right decisions all the time. They just hoped that she wasn’t taking this too lightly.
Molly Weasley then decided that now would be a good time for tea. It would help calm the nerves. She flicked her wand and a tray of tea appeared before them all. They all started fixing their tea when an owl suddenly appeared carrying a scroll with the Ministry of Magic seal on it. It landed in front of Hermione and stuck its leg out. She untied the scroll with her hands shaking slightly.
Miss Hermione Granger,
Please be advised that you have been petitioned to be purchased. The official paperwork is attached to this letter. Feel free to peruse it at your leisure and direct any questions to Madam Morgana Crotefelt at the Ministry of Magic. You will be expected at Malfoy Manor at precisely 8 am tomorrow morning for your assignment.
Sincerely,
Dolores Umbridge
Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic
“My assignment? Do they think that makes it sound better? And of course that cow Umbridge would be in charge of all this.” Hermione stated plainly.
She fed the owl a small piece of scone that was lying on the tray. Even the owl looked like he had pity in his eyes.
Everyone was incredibly quiet in the kitchen after Hermione read her letter out loud. There were some loud derisive snorts at parts. Finally Ginny Weasley broke the silence.
“Just hex the bastard’s balls off Hermione.” Ginny said.
Hermione chuckled despite the situation. Molly looked at her youngest child and debated on yelling at her for using the term, but she didn’t think it was that bad of an idea.
“Gin, while that sounds like the most fun I could have at that place, I don’t think they’d treat me very well if the first thing I did was magically castrate them.” Hermione told the red-haired spitfire in front of her.
“Yeah, but it would make you feel better.” Ginny said back to the girl she thought of as her older sister.
“Hermione dear, just know that we’ll all be there for you. As much as they let us anyway.” Molly told her.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley. I appreciate that more than you could know. But now I really should head back to my flat and pack what I can to take with me.” she said.
“Do you want me and Harry to help you ‘Mione?” Ron asked hopefully, trying to assuage her tumultuous feelings.
“Thanks Ron, but I really need to be alone and think this through.” she said.
Hermione gave her friends hugs before she left to go pack what she could of her life. She left Grimmauld and proceeded to the closest Apparition point. She apparated to her street corner in Hogsmeade and proceeded to her flat.
She let down her wards and entered her home, looking around and realizing that this would be the last night she would spend there. Even if the law did get repealed, she couldn’t afford to keep a flat that she wasn’t living in. She obviously wasn’t going to be a paid slave. So much for going into the Spells industry, she sighed.
It was actually quite quick work to pack up her meager belongings. She didn’t have much considering that she had just gotten out of living in the dorms at university. The flat was furnished when she rented it, so it was basically all personal items.
Her biggest fear was not having a place to house her beloved books. She would owl Harry and ask if they could be kept in her room at Grimmauld. She was sure that he would gladly do that.
She was tired after the crazy day she had. More tired than she imagined she’d be. She walked into the bedroom with a good Muggle mystery novel and by the time she read three pages she was out like a light. Her subconscious mind didn’t even let her think of what would happen tomorrow. She slept a dreamless sleep.
TBC
A/N: Please let me know how I’m doing. I know the lemons aren’t here yet, but I figure if not in the next chapter then definitely by the fourth chapter. Hopefully you can bare with me. Please
R & R.