Mudblood slave trade

Ginny arrived home, her five kids alongside her and the youngest one in her arms, Draco was nowhere to be found in the house so she fed, bathed, and tucked in all the children herself, then went into the living room to await Draco.
Just after five, Draco strolled though the door and walked into the living room to find Ginny waiting for him.
“Where have you been?” asked Ginny quietly, not wanting to sound too accusing
“I’ve been out doing errands for my father,” he replied curtly, shrugging of his cloak.
“What kind of errands?” asked Ginny, who had long worried about Lucius’s influence over his son.
“Nothing to concern yourself with,” snapped Draco. Ginny had also noticed that Draco was always more cold towards her after he had been with his father.
“Don’t shout at me, Draco,” said Ginny, hating when her husband treated her like dirt.
“I come home to you nagging! I have a right to shout if I want to!” said Draco, reminding Ginny of the immature child he could sometimes be.
“God, and you tell my brother to grow up,” said Ginny without meaning to.
Draco turned and gave her a look of disbelief. “You have the nerve to tell me to grow up? You’re the one off with the Boy Wonder acting like kids again…Following my father like stupid detectives!” spat Draco, advancing on Ginny.
“I see he was hanging on your arm again today and you wonder why I don’t trust him with you!” cried Draco, not noticing the hurt look his wife now had on her face. “I should be wondering if that’s my child in there or Potter's bastard.” Draco sneered, looking a lot like Lucius as he did so.
The hurt look melted off Ginny’s face and rage took its place. Standing up, she was face to face with Draco.
“How dare you!” she spat, her eyes narrowing and boring into Draco’s. “This child is yours! How dare you suggest otherwise! If anyone has done the dirty in this relationship, it's you…locking yourself away in your study for hours on end…coming in late most nights and not to mention your frequent mood changes!” Ginny cried in one breath.
Draco’s face became redder and his blood began to boil.
“Well, it doesn't surprise me that Potter has been sniffing 'round you. He probably knows how easy you are. I mean, it took me….what, two weeks to get you to bed? How long did it take Potter, eh?” taunted Draco.
Ginny was on the verge of tears. “How could you…you know how much I fell for you! How could you use that against me?” Ginny sobbed, making Draco’s heart start to soften. “Perhaps my dad was right about you…you never cared for me! You just wanted to fuck me and breed purebloods for your father…Well, you know what? Screw you!” cried Ginny as tears flowed down her face. As she turned to leave, Draco grabbed her arm.
“Let me go, Draco!” warned Ginny, her face still turned from him.
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” asked Draco mockingly, his anger evident from his voice.
Ginny grabbed his hand from her shoulder and sunk her teeth into his flesh, making him yelp and pull his hand away.
“Don’t ever touch me again…you’re as bad as your father, a cruel, heartless son of a bitch that don’t know how to treat his women except how to treat them like dirt! You're nothing….”
Draco slapped her before he could stop himself. He watched in slow motion as his hand pulled back and flew at her face and heard the cracking sound his hand made as it bounced of her cheek.
Draco in an instant was apologizing and trying to pry her hand away from her face as she clutched her cheek.
“Get out!” screamed Ginny, moving quickly away from Draco, who looked at her helplessly.
“I’m sorry, Gin,” he cried with shame in his voice.
“Bollocks! I’ve heard it all before, remember?” cried Ginny. This was not the first time Draco had struck her but it had been a while. Normally, she would accept his apology and get on with things as normal, but this time was different.
“Get…out,” Ginny said again, slowly and seriously. When Draco didn’t move, she removed her wand quickly from her robes. “Get out now!” she screamed and bright red sparks fizzled out of the end of her wand.
Draco, who preferred to leave unscratched, headed for the door, passing Ginny as he went. The red mark his hand made stood out on her ivory skin and it pained him to see it.
Taking one last look at Ginny, he closed the door behind him; Ginny immediately jumped at the door and bolted it. Sinking to the floor, she wept into her hands.
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Hermione sat with her knees drawn up to her chin, her eyes fixed on Wulf’s lifeless corpse, who seemed to be staring at her.
Hermione's eyes, puffy from no sleep, looked to the floor and saw that Lucius'- clothes were still in the corner. Crawling over to them, she picked them up and shuffled over to Wulf’s body, where she placed the clothes over him. She scuttled away back to her mattress as she heard approaching footsteps. Her heart rate quickened when she heard the door creak open.
The cell filled with light and her eyes fell upon Lucius. The first thing she noticed was that the scratches she had made had been healed and left four barley noticeable scars that ran down his throat.
Lucius closed the door and walked over to where Hermione sat. Fear made her freeze and she did not rise to her feet and bow like she used to.
“Get up,” Lucius commanded, his mood unreadable by his voice; Hermione rose to her feet, her legs shaking with fear from his presence.
Lucius raised his eyebrows at her and gave her a defiant stare. Knowing he was waiting for her to bow, she did so.
When her head became level with his again, she was startled to see him smiling, not a nice smile but a smile that promised pain.
“I want to know everything that you and that elf said to each other,” he said calmly. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it to Hermione’s chest. “Legilimens!” he cried and like a tidal wave, Hermione thought’s burst into his mind.
He saw the house-elf and Hermione becoming friends, the elf bringing Hermione extra food, the day that Lucius had abused her twice and the elf cleaning her, then Hermione’s attempted suicide with the steak knife, and finally Wulf’s death.
Pulling out of her mind, Lucius grinned at her. “So you want to die, do you?” he asked playfully. Hermione shook her head side to side. Fear at his words showed on her face.
“But you said you wanted to die…why, my little mudblood, you should have known I would have granted you your wish,” he snarled, his voice becoming more vicious before the end of his sentence, and his hand found Hermione's throat.
Hermione's hand flew to his hands, trying to pry him off. “Why, we have gained some guts,” Lucius laughed, her attempts to free herself doing nothing.
“I guess I have been too easy on you,” he said, his free hand brushing Hermione’s hair back before winding it around his fist and tugging her head back hard, his other hand still on her throat, making her face contort with pain. Bringing her head forward by her throat, his mouth claimed hers while pulling harder on her hair, feeling strand after strand break.
Pushing her down to the mattress, he ripped off her clothes with brute force and removed his own while she was pinned beneath him. Without even changing the tatty mattress into a bed, he claimed her body forcefully, his teeth biting into her neck and his hands scraping the skin from her legs.
He did not dress when finished, but sat on the edge of the mattress while Hermione lay where he had left her; she stared at the ceiling without really seeing it, begging and pleading with Fate that he would leave. But Fate had other plans.
Turning his head to her, his eyes roamed her naked form, sliding from one body part to the next, finally landing on her stomach. He reached out his hand and ran his fingers in circles around her belly button. Hermione's eyes looked down at his hands, then his face, and wasn't surprised to see lust there.
She braced herself as Lucius lowered his head to her stomach, where he kissed it gently, his tongue running the same circles as his fingers hand done.
Hermione’s whole body stiffened as he awoke the unfamiliar desires that her body had never truly experienced.
Lucius kissed up to her throat and nibbled gently before moving to her lips, where he kissed her gently, moving his body back onto her and resting his legs between hers. Taking her body for the second time, he planned to make her enjoy it for a brief moment before he took the lust from her and made it his own.
Hermione’s hands clenched the mattress as an unfamiliar feeling passed though her body. Not being able to control herself, she pushed her head into the mattresses material to stifle her moan. Hearing Lucius laugh, she knew he had won.
Dragging her head up to meet his, he snarled at her for liking what he was doing to her. “You're nothing but a filthy mudblood slut…Potter should thank the gods that you were taken,” he growled, his lips next to her ears.
Pushing her back down, he slapped her hard, making bright lights dance in front of her face while Lucius invaded her body.
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When Draco left the house, he walked down the street his head in turmoil.
I’m so stupid how could I have done that...stupid…stupid, his mind cried as he walked.
He realized after an hour he was walking with nowhere to go. Turning on the spot, he Disapparated to Malfoy Manor, arriving at the gate as the sun started to set behind the grand house.
Pushing it open, he walked up the long winding path to the oak doors. Not bothering to knock, he let himself in. Standing in the doorway, he waited for his father’s house-elf to come take his cloak. When nothing happened, he called, “Elf!” not knowing the house-elf’s name, he knew this would have to do. When the elf didn’t make an appearance, Draco tutted and mumbled about good help being hard to find, and jogged up to his father's study. Finding it empty, his face twisted with confusion. He knew his father must be home as the door was left unlocked and unguarded by the elf.
His face looking more confused, he headed back down to the entrance hall where he tried calling for the elf again, but to no avail. Draco found himself suddenly worried about his father.
Continuing his search, he looked in every room, including the pantry. Finding nothing, he was about to give up when his eyes fell upon his father's bookshelf in the parlor and noticed a warm, flickering light that could be seen in the cracks. Moving forward, he felt the edges of the bookcase. Noticing he could move it outwards, he did so and was presented with a large staircase going down.
Looking around the room once more, Draco stepped into the secret passageway and walked slowly down the stairs. He could hear a distant noise as his feet found the bottom step.
Moving as quickly and quietly as he could, he moved towards the door on the end where light could be seen spilling under the door.
Arriving at the door, Draco raised his hand to knock but, hearing his father’s words, he stopped.
He had just called someone a filthy mudblood slut and Potter should thank the gods that the person was taken.
Bracing himself for what he was about to see, Draco inched the door open and peeked inside.
His father was between a woman’s legs and as he slapped her she cried out in pain. Her face turned towards Draco’s, and his heart skipped a bit.
Sure, the girl he saw looked a lot different from the girl he remembered - her hair was longer, her face mature, her body filled out - but there was no doubt in Draco’s mind that he was looking at Hermione Granger, his father evidently raping her.
Draco’s brain told him to turn and run but shock made him stiff. His father was now strangling her, making her splutter and gag, her face turning red.
Draco slowly closed the door on the sickening scene and somehow found his way back to his father’s study, where he sat in shock.
Hermione’s alive…my father’s raping her…how long has she been here?...what do I say?…what do I do? His mind raced back and forth trying to make a decision, but his mind did not seem to be working. He decided to wait for his father to return from his…business in the study.
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Hermione cringed as Lucius thumped her on the chest as he climaxed for the second time. Getting off her, he picked up his clothes and put them back on. Spying his second set of clothes, he picked them up, also finding Wulf’s body beneath them.
“Ah, almost forgot he was in here,” chuckled Lucius, prodding the corpse with his foot.
Hermione suddenly felt sick at knowing Wulf’s body was here the whole time. Unable to contain it, she vomited into her mouth.
“He certainly got a show, didn’t he?” panted Lucius, his eyes watching Hermione's revelation to the elf’s body still being in the room. “Since you two are…friends, I’ll leave you alone,” said Lucius coyly.
“No, please don’t leave him here!” cried Hermione, still gagging.
“Don’t you want your elf friend to keep you company anymore?” asked Lucius, tilting his head to one side. Hermione shook her head vigorously. “Very well,” said Lucius. Leaning, he picked the elf up by its neck and tossed it outside the cell, where it thudded to the ground.
Hermione retched and closed a hand over her mouth; Lucius looked at her with triumph then left, bolting the door behind him.
As the door closed on Lucius, Hermione let go of her mouth and threw up onto the floor, her stomach aching as she retched hard.
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Lucius entered his office and jumped as he saw Draco sat at his desk. “Draco…what a pleasant surprise. How long have you been here?” asked Lucius as he strode to his desk.
“Not too long,” Draco lied, not meeting his father’s eye.
“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” Lucius drawled, sitting down in his armchair.
Draco looked at his father. “Ginny has kicked me out,” he mumbled, not knowing how his father would react to this news.
“Well, I won’t lie to you, Draco. I wasn't expecting that,” said Lucius, but a smile came to his face. “No matter…you don’t need her…you only need your son,” Lucius said matter-of-factly. “You will make sure that your son does not fall into her care, Draco,” ordered Lucius, looking up to meet his son’s eye. “We can’t let the little bitch influence him in any way,” he added with a sneer.
“Don’t call her a bitch!” Draco warned as sudden hate for his father flowed though him.
“Do not talk back to me,” Lucius snapped though gritted teeth.
“I will address her how I see fit…am I understood?” asked Lucius, making Draco cower before him. “You will make sure that when the child is born you bring him straight to me, no exceptions. Got it?” Lucius spat.
Draco sat in silence for a long moment before he spoke to his father again. “Where’s the house-elf?” Draco asked.
Lucius looked back up into his son’s face, wondering why this concerned him. “I found him dead in the kitchen this morning…old age,” Lucius lied, knowing that Wulf’s body lay just outside Hermione's cell.
Later that night, Draco laid in his old bed and stared at the ceiling. At one point he toyed with the idea to go to Hermione's cell, to do what, he didn’t know, but knowing it was too risky he stayed where he was.
He longed to see Ginny and wondered if he would ever see her again. To his surprise, he feared that he may never see his daughters again, even though his father had told him long ago that his daughters were of no importance other than birthing more purebloods when they grew older. His heart now ached when the thought that he would never see them again came to him and he prayed silently for a way out.
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It began a midnight. Ginny was curled up in the fetal position, sobbing from missing Draco at her side, when the first contraction hit her by surprise. Her hand cupped her stomach in surprise. She was in labor, but she was early by a month. Sitting up, she doubled over as pain stuck her stomach with a second, more painful contraction.
Ginny pushed herself off the bed and waddled to the center of the room, where she made her Patronus appear before her. Giving it a message, she sent it to the Burrow.
She gripped the bedpost as the third contraction ripped though her body, making her double over in pain. As it passed, Ginny pulled on some clothes and went downstairs. As she reached the hallway, there came a loud knock at the door. With difficulty, she answered it to see Ron and she was not surprised to see Harry close behind him.
“Had to bring the whole cavalry?” Ginny joked, holding her stomach in pain as yet another contraction passed. Ron and Harry were at her side quick as a flash and helped her to a chair.
“We need to get you to the hospital,” said Harry, patting her hand.
“We can’t all go…someone needs to look after the kids,” said Ginny, breathing slowly.
“Why? Where’s…Malfoy?” asked Ron, his eyebrows knitting together.
“He’s not here…I kicked him out,” said Ginny curtly, then added, “I don’t want any of your lip.” Ron went to say something but, thinking better of it, he closed his mouth.
Harry studied Ginny and wondered what had brought on this new change, then noticed for the first time a red mark on Ginny’s cheek and anger flared in his chest.
Harry opened his mouth to comment on this discovery but Ginny, who had seen his revelation, silenced him with a look, her eyes darting at Ron. Harry understood - he should not know.
“Why don’t the kids go to the Burrow…Fred and George are there,” suggested Ron, oblivious to the silent connection Harry and Ginny had.
“Are you kidding me? They’ll teach my kids to blow up the house,” said Ginny, her breathing ever quickening.
“Well, its your only option…me and Harry are joining you,” said Ron then, without waiting for Ginny’s reply, he sent a message via Patronus to Fred and George, telling them the kids were going to be arriving shortly.
Harry helped Ron wake the kids one by one and get them dressed; it wasn't an easy process, tiredness making the children grumpy and argumentative. It took a long time before all the children were set to go and one by one, Harry and Ron Flooed them to the Burrow.
Ginny sat at the kitchen table, clenching her stomach and wishing more than ever that Draco was with her. Pain made her cry out; Ron and Harry were at her side in a flash. “Something is wrong!” Ginny cried, clutching her stomach in pain.
“Come on, you need the hospital,” said Harry calmly, hiding his panic well. He took her arm and Ron took the other. They helped her to her feet.
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Harry paced back and forth followed by Ron’s watchful eye. Three hours had passed since they had brought Ginny in and all that had been said was that she was having difficulty giving birth.
“Harry, sit down…you're making me nervous!” cried Ron.
Harry shot him a look but sat down anyway and rested his head in his hands. “Why do woman do this to themselves?” asked Harry, feeling for Ginny’s pain.
“I know…when I get married, I’m not having kids. I couldn’t put my wife though that,” said Ron humbly. Harry rolled his eyes, knowing that it wouldn't last.
Silence befell them and Harry found that his eyes were drooping and his head kept lolling to one side. Ron’s heavy breathing indicated he had already nodded off to sleep.
Harry tried to keep his eyes open, but darkness surrounded him as his chin found his chest.
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Harry watched himself from a distance as he raced towards Voldemort, Ron at his heels. He could feel the soft breeze on his cheek as if he was actually there. Lucius had just cast the Killing Curse at him and hearing Hermione shout her warning, he fell to the floor.
Harry tore his eyes away from himself and looked at Hermione. A Death Eater had started to duel with her and all he could see was the back of his head as he cast the Killing Curse at Hermione, who dodged it.
Hearing Voldemort’s scream, Harry looked back at himself where he stood victorious, Voldemort’s body broken on the ground.
Looking to Hermione, he knew what came next and tried to scream his warning as the Death Eater snuck up behind her, but nothing but air came out.
The Death Eater grabbed Hermione’s waist and his face seemed to loom at Harry. Nothing else existed now but Hermione and this Death Eater…this Death Eater that Harry knew he had seen earlier that day…the Death Eater that took Hermione away from him.
Hermione screamed out Harry’s name but looked towards the onlooker Harry and not the one standing where Voldemort lay slain.
She screamed out his name again and began to repeat it over and over until Harry thought he would lose his mind.
“Harry….Harry…Harry....”
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“Harry…Harry, wake up!” called Ron, shaking Harry by the shoulders.
Harry’s eye’s shot open and he stood up quickly, “I know where Hermione is,” he cried.
Ron’s jaw dropped open. “Harry, you were dreaming, that’s all,” said Ron, feeling pity for his friend.
“No, you don’t understand!” cried Harry in frustration. “When I went shopping with Ginny today we ran into Lucius and this guy was with him…I knew I had seen him somewhere before and I was right! He’s the man that plagues my dreams…he took Hermione!” cried Harry, talking fast.
After a long pause, a look of realization crossed Ron’s face. “Are you sure about this, Harry?” asked Ron, slightly taken aback at how far they had come in only a few seconds.
“I’m positive,” said Harry, his eyes pleading with Ron to believe him.
“Well, let’s go,” said Ron enthusiastically, but Harry held a hand up to halt him.
“We can’t both go…someone needs to stay here for Ginny,” said Harry, biting his lower lip.
“You stay here. I’ll go,” said Harry, heading for the door.
This time it was Ron’s turn to halt him. “Are you crazy? I’m not letting you go alone…who knows what might happen to you!” cried Ron, fearing Harry’s safe return should he go alone.
“What do you suggest then?” asked Harry impatiently.
“Well there’s not much we can really do at four in the morning, really…so I suggest we wait here for Ginny together and then we go see this guy,” said Ron, knowing Harry wasn't going to like this idea.
“You're not going on your own and we can't leave Ginny here alone so we're going to have to wait,” Ron added. Harry thought about his chances of getting out of the room before Ron could stop him but, knowing deep down that Ron was right, he went and sat down once more and waited impatiently for news of Ginny.