Mudblood slave trade

Hermione’s memory of her kidnapping was snapped out of her head when she felt her breath catch in her throat. Gagging she reached up to her throat and felt Lucius’s hands wrapped around it Lucius shuddered as his climax came and he gripped even tighter around Hermione’s neck, then loosened his grip as it passed.
When he let go, Hermione sucked in the sweet air and white lights danced in front of her face. Lucius rolled off her gathered his clothes, and slipped into them while Hermione gagged and coughed on the bed, her face slowly turning back to its normal colour.
When fully dressed, Lucius sat and the bed again and gripped Hermione’s face. “You were well worth the money,” he panted, still out of breath.
He stared down at her and grinned. Hermione looked just past his shoulder and fear made her body shake; she prayed he would just leave.
Without warning, Lucius slapped her around the face while roaring with laughter Hermione bit back the tears as her cheek throbbed under her hands.
“That’s just to remind you off your place…my little whore,” he sniggered, rubbing his finger down her cheek, Hermione felt a tear slide down one side of her cheek and she was thankful that it was the cheek turned away from him.
“Get up,” he commanded, pulling Hermione roughly to her feet. He then took out his wand and made the bed disappear and the tattered mattress reappear.
“I’ll be back tomorrow at the same time,” he informed her. Turning on his heel, he left.
Hermione curled into a ball on her bed and wept.
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Harry stood by the fence outside the Burrow for some time just looking at the sky and thinking about Hermione when a voice behind him made him jump.
“House not good enough for you anymore, Harry?” asked Ginny as she came up the pathway towards him.
“Oh, hi Ginny,” said Harry, giving her a friendly smile as she came up beside him.
“Congratulations, by the way,” said Harry, eyeing her stomach, which was pretty large.
“Oh…thanks,” said Ginny half-heartedly.
“What’s wrong, Gin?” asked Harry, noting the deep depression on her face.
“Its…well, nothing,” said Ginny, fumbling with her words.
“It’s that husband of yours, isn’t it?” said Harry, squeezing Ginny’s shoulders in a comforting way.
“Harry, how many times have I asked you…and Ron, for that matter…to call him by his first name and stop this…that husband of yours…nonsense. You’re not in school anymore” scolded Ginny, scowling at Harry.
“I’m sorry, but you know I never approved of you and Draco marrying in the first place,” said Harry truthfully.
“I know you didn’t, my whole family didn’t! But I wanted to and that’s that!” said Ginny in a way that told Harry to drop it, but he didn’t.
“Why don’t you leave him, Ginny? You can’t be happy…I just can’t see why you stayed with him though school and after he got you pregnant at seventeen,” said Harry.
“I had to stay with him. He was my baby’s’ dad…and who would want me anyway with a child around my skirt” said Ginny bitterly.
“Don’t use that as an excuse…many guys would have wanted you. You’re still very attractive,” said Harry truthfully as he noted Ginny’s looks Ginny had grown into quite a bonnie woman. Her figure had filled out and her hair now swept down her back, making it look like a river of fire.
“And who would have wanted to marry me then, eh? You?” Ginny snapped, catching Harry by surprise.
Harry went silent and looked back up to the sky for a moment, then back at Ginny and was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
“Ginny, please tell me what’s wrong,” Harry pleaded
“I don’t know. I wish I did…but me and Draco have been arguing so much lately that I’m starting to wonder if my dad was right about him,” Ginny confessed, not looking at Harry.
“Why? What did your dad think?” asked Harry.
“He said that Draco only wanted to marry me because I am a pureblood and would birth pureblood children and because I’m attractive and I’m known to have gotten good grades at Hogwarts and that he’s using me to breed purebloods”
Harry could see why Mr Weasley would think this as he and Ron had spoken of this often.
“Well what do you think, Ginny?” asked Harry, not wanting to comment.
“I don’t know…I love him Harry, I really do, but he just keeps wanting more children,” Ginny admitted, looking down at her pregnant belly.
“Well, why don’t you tell him you don’t want any more?” asked Harry
“I do, but he wants a couple of boys and all I’ve had is girls!” cried Ginny.
“And that just makes me think that my dad was right and he wants a army of male pureblood’s and when he looked at my family and saw me being the only girl out of six children…well, you see my point.”
Harry did see her point. To look at the Weasley family, you would think Ginny would have had a boy by now.
“What are you having this time?” asked Harry, waving his hand towards her stomach.
“I don’t know yet,” said Ginny truthfully, placing her hand on her stomach.
“Do you want it to be a boy?” asked Harry, trying to show Ginny he cared for her.
“Are you kidding me…after what my brothers were like? You’re having a laugh,” said Ginny, laughing. Harry smiled at her, knowing she wanted to change the subject. This time, he let it by.
“I see your point…speaking of brothers, here comes the youngest male,” said Harry as he looked towards the Burrow to see Ron striding towards them.
“Have you come to pick up the children?” asked Ron hopefully.
“Yes Ron…You can relax now,” said Ginny, giggling.
Ginny made her way towards the Burrow, dying to see her children. As Harry moved to follow her, Ron held out his arm.
“Hold on a moment,” said Ron gently. “I’m sorry about earlier…and I lied,” said Ron, looking ashamed.
“What are you talking about?” asked Harry. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“I lied about giving up on finding Hermione…I feel it too, I know she’s still alive…I wish we could just find her and get on with life,” Ron admitted, not looking Harry in the eye.
“Its ok Ron, I understand. I feel that way too sometimes,” Harry admitted.
“I want to find her Harry, I do, but I feel like it’s a waste of time and I am so ashamed of that,” said Ron bitterly.
“Every time I’m walking down the street and I see a mop of bushy brown hair I think its going to be her and when it isn’t I feel like it will never be her” said Harry, trying to make Ron feel better about himself.
“Well…I just wanted to say if you ever need help or you find something important to come and tell me…ok?” said Ron, stepping aside so he and Harry could walk to the Burrow together.
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Hermione lay on the mattress, shivering from the cold that hit her naked body, It hurt to move her neck and she felt it swell under her hands. Tears slipped down her cheek and she willed herself to die, but she knew willing it to happen would not make it so.
A loud crack in the room made her sit bolt upright, covering her naked body with the torn cloth. The room flooded with warm light and Hermione squinted until her eyes focused and saw the house-elf limping towards her.
“Good evening, miss,” he said kindly. In one hand he held a tray that held steaming food and in the other a bag. “Your clothes, miss,” said the elf, handing her the bag.
Hermione opened the bag and looked inside. Her mouth dropped in surprise and the elf smile broadly at her. “These are not my clothes.” said Hermione, thinking the elf had made a mistake.
“I spoke with the master and he agreed that I brought you new attire as your old ones were ill-fitting,” said the elf smiling.
Hermione’s heart filled with gratitude towards the elf. She stood up and the elf turned away as she slipped into the new clothes. She loved the feel of the clean fabric.
Clearing her throat, the elf turned around and nodded his approval at the clothes. She was now wearing new denim jeans that fit her perfectly and a cream-coloured shirt that hugged her body, making her look ten times better. Hermione looked down at herself happily, enjoying the smell of new fabric.
“Thank you ever so much,” said Hermione, making the elf blush at her politeness.
“It was nothing, miss,” said the elf. Turning he picked up the tray he had placed on the floor and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione looked down at the tray and the smell invaded her nostrils, making her mouth water. Upon the plate were two lamb chops in thick gravy with vegetables of all kinds and mashed potatoes.
Hermione could not believe she still had an appetite after that afternoon but the food looked delicious and it was the biggest meal she had been presented with in eight years
Picking up the knife and fork, she began to eat quickly enjoying the delicious tastes that danced on her tongue. The elf watched her eat and was glad he could help the poor child. Ten minutes passed and the plate was clean. Hermione felt slightly embarrassed about the elf having watched her shovel food into her mouth but felt full for the first time in what felt like millennia.
Hermione burped loudly and her hand flew to her mouth. “I’m so sorry…do forgive me” she said, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
“No need to apologise, miss, it’s a sign of a well-fed person,” said the elf truthfully and moved forward to pick up to tray. When he turned to leave, Hermione tapped him on the shoulder.
“What is your name?” she asked.
The elf was taken aback. Never before had a witch or wizard ever asked for his name. “Its Wulf, miss, and may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?” he said, liking the young woman more and more.
“It’s Hermione,” she said, smiling
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hermione Now I must go cook the master’s supper,” said the elf, He turned and left using the door.
Hermione laid down onto the mattress and sighed. Her stomach was full and her heart was more content than it had been in a long time.
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Harry was sitting in the Weasleys kitchen watching Ginny argue with Ron about Draco.
“I love him! Why can’t you all understand that?” Ginny screamed, going red in the face, Harry could already see this argument getting out of hand and got himself ready to jump in between them both when it did.
“Yes, we know you think you love him Gin, but does he love you…that’s a different kettle of fish,” said Ron, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Yes, of course he loves me,” murmured Ginny, though she refused to meet Ron’s gaze.
“At least look at me when you say that!” said Ron, grabbing Ginny’s arm and turning her to face him. “Do you think he loves you, Gin?” He had grown very protective of his little sister.
“I don’t think he loves me…I know,” said Ginny, looking at Ron defiantly, but her lower lip trembled.
“I don’t believe that, and I don’t believe that you believe it ether” said Ron, gently trying to catch Ginny’s eyes. Just then there was a knock at the door and Harry stood up and answered it. Lounging on the door step was none other than Draco Malfoy.
“Hello Potter, here for your monthly visit?” he asked slyly, a smirk crossing his handsome face.
“Yes…and are you here to pick up your luggage?” retorted Harry, stepping aside to allow him entry.
Draco scowled at him but said nothing. Crossing the threshold, he walked up to Ginny, followed by Ron’s watchful eye.
“Ready to go, dear?” he asked sweetly Ginny jumped as if slapped.
“Yes…yes, just let me get the kids,” she said, falling over her words.
Ginny rushed from the kitchen and into the living room were the kids were sleeping in their sleeping bags on the floor.
Harry watched Draco standing where she had left him. Ron’s jaw was grinding and Harry placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him, “So have you two sorted things out?” asked Harry calmly.
“Yes. Sorry to disappoint you, but she won’t be leaving me,” said Draco smugly
“I wasn’t trying to imply anything,” said Harry though gritted teeth.
“No, of course you weren’t you want us to be happy…Right?” said Draco sarcastically.
Harry opened his mouth to say something when Ginny walked into the room. He found it best to hold his tongue but he could not rely on Ron doing the same.
“I’m ready now,” said Ginny from the doorway, the children all rubbing their eyes with their knuckles behind her, “Good let’s get out of here,” said Draco, not once looking at his daughters.
“What’s the matter, Malfoy, afraid my home will make your robes smell bad?” asked Ron, not looking up from the table.
Draco stopped by his chair.
“When are you ever going to grow up, Weasley?” he sneered, patting him roughly on the shoulders. Ginny could see the sparks begin to fly and jumped in between them as Ron drew out his wand. “Ron...Not in front of the children,” Ginny warned. Ron could see that it wasn’t the children she was worried about but he lowered his wand slowly.
“Get out, Malfoy…this may always be my sister’s house but it’s never yours so don’t bother coming inside anymore,” said Ron, gripping his wand tightly, daring Draco to say anything else.
“As if I care,” muttered Draco, marching out of the kitchen, Ginny and the children hurrying behind him.
When the door closed on them Harry saw Ron’s back loosen and relax. “Why did he have to marry in to my family, Harry? Please tell me,” said Ron sounding upset.
“You ok, Ron?” asked Harry, placing his hand on Ron’s shoulder.
“I hate seeing what he’s doing to her…she used to be so strong; now she jumps at his every word” said Ron, the true strain of this situation showing on his face.
“Look, I think Ginny’s having doubts herself, mate,” said Harry, trying to cheer Ron up. “Why do you think that?” asked Ron.
“We were talking outside and she seems like she wants to leave him even though she loves him,” explained Harry.
Ron scoffed.
“Loves him…she don’t love him, she just doesn’t know what love is,” said Ron obviously not willing to accept the fact that his sister maybe loved a Malfoy.
Harry rolled his eyes behind Ron’s back. He could see why it was so hard to believe but Harry had learned to accept that. “I mean, how anyone could love that shiny-haired git?” said Ron.
Harry decided it was time to change the subject.
“Speaking of Draco…I heard his father got let out of Azkaban…probably paid them off,” said Harry, knowing it wasn’t a big change of subject.
“Yeah the Ministry is easily bought off….Gone downhill if you ask me,” said Ron.
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
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