Slave Or Lover

Slave or Lover


DISCLAIMER: I Do Not claim any characters that have to do with Harry Potter series. I am Not JK Rowling, I Will Not Make money off of my stories.

Chapter One
The Beginning


Hermione stumbled threw the empty allies of wizard London. Everything looked trashed, broken, and warn down. After the war against Voldemort, in who won, Left things in shambles. It was almost like Hermione’s worst nightmare come true. What she had feared the most had happened. Voldemort won the war, Harry got killed and Ron and his family were murdered for being traders. Hermione was the one that found Harry’s dead body. He laid limp his eyes wide open. The look of horror on his face, still taunted her to this very day. 5 Years past the war. Hermione living on the streets, eating scraps of food on the dirty streets. Looking anywhere and everywhere for a job, Hermione would do anything, cleaning dishes, cleaning bathrooms, even selling herself on the streets for a little money to live on. Hermione looked warn out, drained, almost dull from the dirt and grim on her once beautiful face. Her hair long and tangled almost a black from not being washed in so long. Her clothes dirty and torn, they looked like she’d never changed, or hadn’t changed in 5 years.

Hermione looked around the corner of the building spotting a failure face. She was a muggle born witch also, her name was Temperance Johnson. Hermione knew her as Temper.

“Temper!” Hermione called after her now only friend.

“Mione.” Temperance spoke softly almost as if she was weak. A gently smile on her pale lips.

Hermione enclosed her in a gentle hug. “How are you Temper?” She asked softly studying her friend’s appearance. Temperance smiled. “I’m well Mione, Been better, you know with this new job I have at the McClain’s they are hard on their maids and servants, I’m new so I get the brunt of it.” Temperance explained softly as her and Hermione walked down the street slowly for Temper had a limp.

Hermione shook her head sighing, she really wasn’t looking forward to a family like what Temper had to deal with, but one way or another Hermione knew she’d be beaten like Temper. “Oh Temper I’m sorry to hear that.” Hermione said frowning slightly at her friend.

Temperance shook her head and smiled at Hermione gently. “No Hermione don’t be sorry, feel glad for me. I have a place to rest my head at night, it may not be the best place but it’s still a place, and I get food in my stomach, might not be much but I’m still living.” Temper explained nodding her head slowly if anyone should feel bad for someone Temper felt bad for Hermione. Temper knew Hermione was still living on the streets and hadn’t eaten well in a while.

Hermione smiled kissing Temperance on the cheek. “Temper don’t worry about me. I’m on my way to Mickey right now.” Hermione said with a nod.

Mickey was a half blood wizard, who helped the muggle born’s find jobs. He was in his early 20s maybe 24 at the latest. He was handsome, tall with black hair and green eyes. He reminded Hermione much of Harry, so in many ways she enjoyed his company.

“Oh Okay Hermione if you find something you’ll have to write me and tell me okay?” Temperance said hugging Hermione once more and kissing her cheek before turning down the street heading for the nearest market.

Hermione watched her leave, a sour look on her face. She didn’t care what Temperance said it wasn’t right what they had to go threw for a job and when they found a good job what they had to suffer there too. It was almost as bad as living on the streets. Hermione shook her head and turned the corner heading for a tall building that was beaten down and dull. The sign on it said baby center, but now the baby was covered up with Mudblood. So it was known as the Mudblood Center.

Hermione walked into the building looking around. She’d been here so many times before; going from job after job it was like she knew the place like the back of her own hand. She walked down a hall and to the left coming upon a door that was slightly open, just enough to hear the conversation on the in side. Hermione leaned against the wall listening.

“I don’t care if you can’t find me one Mick I want one today!” A snappish voice came from inside the room.

“Okay Master Malfoy I’ll see what I can do.” Mickey said with an almost tired sound to his voice.

Hermione’s eyes widened, ‘Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy?’ Hermione questioned herself mentally; she hadn’t heard or seen Malfoy sense the war. In whom Draco had stood side by side with Voldemort. Hermione hated Draco. He was the reason Dumbledore had died and the reason Harry and the others were dead today, and she was living on the streets because of him.

“Good, I’ll be expecting an owl from you in a few hours then.” Malfoy said in a hissing voice before turning and throwing open the door. Hermione jumped moving back against the wall her eyes tightly closed and her head down so her hair fell into her face.

“MOVE” Malfoy barked at her causing her to jump again she moved to the side still head down and eyes closed.

She listened to his footsteps leave the hall before she looked up seeing the back of his head. He was tall almost 6’3. Hermione was still short only being 5’7 his hair was long but not as long as his fathers she remembered, and for once it wasn’t slicked back. From the back he looked almost handsome.

“Hermione Come in.” Mickey said from inside his office. Causing her to jump once again

Hermione turned into the office and closed the door behind her. She sat down on one of the soft chairs in front of Mickey’s desk.

“How are you today Hermione?” Mickey asked with a gentle smile as he jotted something down on a piece of paper.

“Okay thanks.” Hermione said plastering a fake smile on her face; she knew he knew she was doing crappy for not having a good job in almost 2 years.

“Well what would you say if I told you I had a job for you?” Mickey asked raising his eyebrow at Hermione.
“Well I’d have to say thank you and what would I be doing?’ Hermione asked with a small smile on her face. This was good news, well as good as being someone’s slave could possibly be.

“Well the normal, dishes, cleaning, laundry, cooking you know that kind of thing.” Mickey explained still writing on a piece of parchment.

“Sounds as good as I can ask for right?” Hermione said with a slight giggle.

Mickey looked up at Hermione a sad look in his eyes. “Hermione if I was pure blood and I could get a servant you know I’d take you in.” Mickey said softly. An honest look in his green eyes, Hermione felt herself blush slightly.

“I know Mickey.” Hermione said softly looking down at her hands. “Where will this place be?” Hermione asked looking up at him after a few minutes.

“The Malfoy manor.” Mickey said jotting down the address for Hermione on a spare piece of parchment.

“M-Malfoy manor?” Hermione stumbled over her words slightly. This was a nightmare in a nightmare working for Draco Mafloy of all people.

“Is that a problem Hermione?” Mickey asked looking up at her once again.

“N-no of course not.” Hermione said softly a blank look on her face almost a shocked look on her face.

Hermione left the Center heading for the Malfoy Manor, she didn’t need the directions being as she’d been that way a few times before looking for food. ’what am I to do now?’ Hermione questioned herself mentally again. She was stuck, she’d have to work at the Malfoy manor forever, or maybe Malfoy would throw her back to the curb being as he hated her. Hermione nodded her head turning down the gate of Malfoy Manor. She stood at the door for a moment trying to get her breath back and to clam her down. She knocked on the door hearing it echo threw out the Manor.

Hermione stood back biting her lip as she waited for someone to open the door. And to Hermione’s utter surprise it was Malfoy who opened the door.

“Yes?” He snapped at her, his hair to his shoulders and his gray eyes burning into hers. He really didn’t look much like his father at all. He was handsome, slim but you could tell that he was athletic also.

“I-I’m your new worker.” Hermione stumbled on her words looking down at the ground.

“Well don’t just stand there get in here before we let all the heat out.” Draco snapped shaking his head and moving to the side for her.

Hermione stumbled over the threshold of the Manor door. She stepped into the main entrance, it was fabulous, black and white tilt on the walls and floor, green and blood red silk banners lined the walls.

“Come on.” Draco snapped moving forward into the living area.

Hermione biting her lip followed him into the Living Room, It was old fashioned. Like they stepped into a castle, Draco did seem like the kind of man that would like the feeling of ruling his own castle. And to Hermione the manor was like a castle to her. It was much bigger then any of the other manors she’d worked at.

But then again it wasn’t Malfoy she’d been working for either. Everyone knew Draco was Voldemorts favorite now after helping him win the war.

Draco stopped and looked around at Hermione. “Well I guess I’ll show you your quarters.” Draco said dully.

Hermione nodded her head following him down the hall and to the right down a flight of creaking stairs and down to a door. Draco opened it the door and moved aside.

“I will call you for dinner.” Draco spoke roughly moving back up the stairs.

Hermione watched him go then turned and moved into the room she was to live in for as long as she worked here. It was like a prison cell a cot in the corner and a chair along with a mirror. Hermione sighed sitting down on the old and run down chair. Hermione looked around with an almost sad look on her face. Hermione listened to the movement above. She could her Draco’s deep voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Hermione wondered. ‘Was he married?’ He spoke to someone as though they were together. Hermione moved towards the bed and lay back closing her eyes listening to the noise above.