My Muggle

Draco muttered the spell to clean up and the milky mess all over his bed disappeared. He looked back to the door that Robyn had left through. She hadn’t been gone long and he already wished she’d come back. He was very busy pulling on his pants once more and damning his physical limitations when there was a knock. “What?” he demanded.
“Master Malfoy?” It was one of his father’s girls, one name Katie.
“Enter.”
She cracked open the door as he was pulling on his shirt and stepped in gingerly. “It’s just that… when your new… your… when she left…” Katie was not known for being good at speaking.
“Spit it out, you piece of filth,” Draco snapped, irritated.
Katie closed her eyes tight and let the words spill from her mouth. “Master Lucious took her, Jeanine, and Marietta into his room and told me not to tell you but I saw you get mad before and now he’s got her and I thought you should know!”
Stunned for a moment, Draco abandoned buttoning his shirt and apparated to his father’s room, where he saw Jeanine and Marietta already undressed and Robyn on the floor screaming and writhing in pain, Lucious standing over her with his wand pointed at her chest.
“FATHER RELEASE MY SLAVE NOW!”
Lucious looked up and broke the spell. “Draco, I apologize. I wasn’t aware just exactly how much trouble she would be. Was she this much of a problem for you?”
Draco strode across the room and knelt beside Robyn, checking her over. One scar had opened up on her stomach from the stress on her body. “Father, Robyn was bought for me. She is mine. I’ll ask you to leave her to me entirely. I will carry out her punishments and take care of her keeping myself.”
Two sets of icy eyes battled for dominance. Previously held now challenged by the young, new candidate.
“You never seemed to mind before,” Lucious hissed.
Draco growled, “I never did. I never slept with your filthy gifts. But this one, I want. Do you remember? I asked for this one, didn’t I?”
“You can’t have everything you ask for, Draco.”
Draco was taken aback. Since when? He’d always been given everything by his father. Everything. Why was he doing this now? It didn’t matter. Draco wasn’t going to give up on this one. He’d never had to fight for anything in his life, but now… now he was prepared to do so. “I can have this.”
Why, though? Why did he want her? He told himself it was the amazement that such a filthy creature, a muggle, could possibly be worth so much gold. That the voice he’d heard on records could have belonged to a piece of worthless mud. That a disgusting little bug like her kind could be pretty and proud and sexy and…
Lucious turned his body. “I don’t want her right now anyway. Later, Draco, when she’s better behaved.”
With a frown, Draco opened his mouth to argue, but then changed his mind and pulled Robyn up and out of the room. Once outside of the chambers his father had officially claimed, Draco looked down at the blood oozing onto her leg. He pulled out his wand to heal it, hoping he could get the spell right, but Robyn slapped his hand and shoved away, collapsing on the floor and grasping at her side.
“I won’t have it. Not again,” she mumbled, trying to stand and walk toward the door. “No more. Have to find them… need to… ow…”
Draco pointed his wand at her, making the blood slow to a stop and the cut heal over. “Is that better?”
She looked down at herself, covered in blood, and touched the scar, pushing at it to see if it was just dried over and still tender. Continuing to stare at it, she whispered, “You… healed me…”
He nodded. “You’re my pet. What sort of owner lets their pets get cut open and bleed to death?”
“I know of some,” she whispered darkly.
Draco took a tentative step forward and put his hand on her bloody waist. “Why don’t you go take a bath or something. I could clean this up, but I’ve heard that the warm water makes the aching in your body lessen.”
She nodded and stepped away, stumbling, in the wrong direction.
“Upstairs and to the left. Second door.”
“Oh. Right. I knew that.”
Draco smiled a bit and apparated to the room next to it to watch the show.


That night, as Draco sat to dinner with his father and Robyn sang, Lucious said, “About the new muggle, Draco…”Oh, bollocks.
“I’d really like for you to get her under control. I mean, she kneed me when I tried to take off her clothes! Kneed me!”
Draco stifled a laugh as he looked up at his slave girl. “I like her this way, father. I think she’ll be fine.”
“Then she will undress for you?”
Draco squirmed. “Something like that.”
Lucious frowned heavily. “Something should be done.”
“Alright, father. I’ll see to it.”
Of course, Draco had no intention of “seeing to it.” He didn’t want her to give in to his father and his sick obsession. On the other hand, maybe he should find a way to convince her to give in to him and any sickness he could come up with…
“Stop it,” Robyn snapped, sitting on the bed and glaring at him.
Draco finished removing his shirt. “Stop what?”
“You’re plotting. I can see it. Stop it.”
Draco removed his pants and underwear all at once, a loud, “AUGH! MY EYES!” issuing from the girl on the bed. He pulled on his silver silk pajama pants and slid into the bed next to her. “You know, at some point, we are going to have sex.”
“You mean, you’re going to rape me,” she said, a slight whimper in her voice, still covering her eyes.
The blonde wizard leaned over and planted a kiss on her neck. “I was thinking more like hot,” kiss, “passionate,” kiss, “love.” Robyn lowered her hands to stare at him incredulously just as he leaned over to plant a kiss on her breast.
“I- I don’t think we can make any sort of love, if we’re not in love. And we’re not. And the passion would be a little one-sided anyway.”
Draco shrugged and moved closer to her, pulling down a bit of her lingerie to kiss lower on her body.
Robyn scooted away. “I- I think you’re going to regret it if you do this. For one, you know, there’s that whole me hating- What- What are you doing?” she asked as Draco moved on top of her and held himself up on his elbows, kissing her neck gently.
“Continue, I don’t mind if you talk.”
“Oh, um, hating you for all eternity thing. And then wh-when you, ah… you know, get tired of the attempted m-murders that will probably fall through since you have that weirdo spell, I won’t be worth mu-uch! So maybe you should just- LEAVE THAT THERE!” she thrashed as he began to untie the silky white ribbon with his teeth.
Draco took her flailing wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed. “Snell!” he called, sighing into Robyn’s chest.
The little creature was there in barely a second. “Master?
“Could you please bring me a love potion? The one that father uses.”
Snell nodded his big head and his ears flopped forward before he disappeared again.
Robyn looked back at Draco with those sad eyes, the ones that had wrenched his heart before. They were pathetic, full of terror and panic. “What are you going to make me do?”
Draco sighed again and moved both of her wrists into his one hand and held them above her head, touching her face. “Whatever I please.”
She whimpered and then whined, “Could you please not do what I think you’re about to do?”
He let his body sag a little, putting a bit of weight on the American below him. “I want you, Robyn. I have. And now you’re here.”
“Want me? Want me? Well, ya’ have me! Ya’ bought me! I was a birthday gift, fer’ chrissake! An’ now yer sayin’ ya’ want me?! WHAT KINDA PSYCHO BABBLE IZZAT?!” Draco stared at her reddened face for a moment. So when she was very angry, she had an accent that emerged. It was strange, and somehow made it that much worse for her.
“Yes, I bought you. But there’s more to it than that.”
Robyn rolled her big, blue eyes. “More to it than that,” she muttered. “Yeah, what? Ya’ fell in love with my pitcher? My record? A performance an’ a song? Tell ya’ what! I’ll tell ya’ ‘zactly where ta go ta get that shit! Straight ta Hell, that’s where! Because that’s where I sent th’ first fucker who thought he fell in love with th’ singing slave girl! So get th’ fuck offa me an’ find a nice witch who gives a shit about what ya’ want! My life is shitty enough without th’ added bonus of yer stupid little Master/slave fantasy, so if ya’ need to get off, fine, go get that other girl who bats ‘er eyes whenever ya’ walk in the room an’ leave me-”
Draco put his free hand over her mouth. “Are you done?”
“Mm-mm!”
He sighed again. “If I promise not to fuck you senseless tonight, will you be done?”
Underneath his hand, he felt her mouth draw up in thought. On the one hand, that was exactly what she’d wanted. On the other hand, he’d lied before. She thought for a moment and nodded. It must have been a risk she was willing to take.
Draco removed his hand. “I have some questions. Will you answer them?”
“Depends on the question.”
“Where are you from?”
Robyn rolled her eyes. “For a freaky stalker, you really haven’t done your research. I’m from Texas.”
Draco remembered Texas. He’d helped storm one of those areas a while back. He remembered the blistering heat and the fighting and the… what did that old man call it? Oh, the “bullets” that some of the other Death Eaters “tasted.” But he also remembered that funny accent that he liked. It was very different from anything he’d ever heard.
“I’m not a freaky stalker,” he replied absently.
Robyn snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”
Draco looked down into her eyes. “I’m not.”
“Then why go through the trouble of tracking me down and paying top dollar just to steal my virginity?”
Draco hesitated. Was he a freaky stalker? He couldn’t be. It’s not like he spent all his time thinking… wait… but that didn’t count! He was only thinking about this, now, the two of them in this bed! And he had never fallen in love with her. How could he? A filthy muggle like her didn’t deserve his love. She was on the other hand, fit for a sex toy. “I want you.”
Robyn made a disgusted, frustrated noise in the back of her throat. “That wasn’t th’ question, dipshit!”
Draco mulled it over for a moment longer. “Once,” he said, “I saw you in a line up of entertainers for a party. When you went on stage, you were wearing this long, black flowing skirt and-”
“And a long sleeved crop-top with silver embroidering. That’s one of my stage costumes.”
Draco nodded. “And you did this dance and sang this song. Something about a reason to stay.”
Robyn’s eyes lit up. “Yes! I remember that one! My owner at that time is the one who bought me the outfit! He told me that as long as I made the crowd happy, he would keep me happy. So he let me have a choice in my clothes and my music and the dances and everything! That song is a muggle song called ‘Gimme One Reason.’ It’s such a good song!”
A small smirk alighted Draco’s lips as she rambled. “And you looked so comfortable on that stage. None of the other performers I’d seen looked comfortable. They didn’t move to the music, they didn’t sway, they didn’t put themselves into the song like you did. And I thought, maybe, that I could give you a reason to stay.”
Robyn’s joy melted a little and she made a strange noise that sounded like, “snerk!” “You’re such a cornball.”
He shrugged again. “Well? Am I still a creepy stalker?”
Robyn thought for a moment. “Did you come to all my shows after that?”
“Not all.”
“On purpose, find a way in?”
“No, I was invited.” His eyes shifted to the blanket, away from hers. He had found a way to go to most of the ones in apparating distance.
“Did you buy all my albums?”
“No, one or two.” Or six.
“Do you have dirty pictures?”
Draco’s eyes shot up into hers from their place on the sheets. “How do I get those?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“You’re a creepy stalker.”
“But-”
“That was the wrong answer to that last question. You’re a creepy stalker.”
Draco narrowed his eyes and frowned. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I was a creepy stalker, but now I’m your new master. Okay?”
She pursed her lips in response. It didn’t look “okay.”
“I still have questions.”
“Whatever,” she mocked.
Draco hesitated, watching his fingers trace small circles on her chest. “I thought you said you’d never had sex with your previous masters.”
“I haven’t.”
Draco looked up at her eyes again. “Then what about the person you said fell in love with you?” he asked.
Frown lines riddled her face. “I told you that I sent him straight to Hell.”
“You really killed him?”
Robyn’s face took on a whole new murderous look and she whispered, “You should have listened to the warnings.”