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The English Rose	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The English Rose

Chapter Five

     I helped the blond to my bed where I took off his shoes and tucked him in. He was half out of it after he drank the potion and more than a little grabby as I allowed him to caress my breasts until he nodded off into a potion fueled sleep. I raked my hand through his silky blond hair and gave him a light kiss on the lips before I quietly crept from the room.
     “Help us,” Ron called out and I quickly made my way into the pantry where I worked at the ropes that bound my two friends. “Thank Merlin. We thought you left with bloody Malfoy. How’d you get rid of him?” Ron asked as I freed his hands and then moved to free Ginny next.
     “Hush up! He’s sleeping. I gave him a tonic to counter the Knockback Jinx.”
     “Bloody good shot, Ron,” Ginny said as she stood and brushed herself off. “Malfoy never was very good at duels,” the redhead said and I frowned.
     “I didn’t use the Knockback Jinx. That’s a bloody Death Eater spell. I used stupefy,” Ron said.
     “You didn’t hit him at all, Ron! And neither did you Ginny. In fact, he took both of you out and all without ever chanting a single spell.”
     “That prick. I’ll get him for what he did to us. That floor is cold and now my dress is stained,” Ginny complained as she fussed over a stain on the hem of her frock, a stain that looked like ketchup and not from my sparkling clean floor.
     “Just be lucky he didn’t use an Unforgiveable on one or both of you! What were you thinking hexing a Liege?” I shrieked.
     “Malfoy’s a Liege? Figures,” Ginny stewed.
     “Yeah, I forgot to mention that,” Ron piped in.
     “Well what are you two doing here? You have to move. If Malfoy recognizes you—“ Ginny warned.
     “He already has,” I admitted.
     “What?” Ron howled. “You told him?”
     “Of course I didn’t tell him!” I said angrily. “Honestly Ronald, don’t be so thick. He recognized me, probably right from the get go.”
     “Well we have to go. Now,” Ron said and he made for the bar where he opened the till and began to fill a bag with galleons.
     “I’m not going anywhere. Look, it’s fine. Malfoy won’t give us up.”
     “How do you know?” Ginny asked with a sense of urgency.
     “Because… I just know. You will just have to take my word on the matter,” I said clamming up.
    “Because she’s fucking him,” Ron announced and I wanted to throttle him.
     “You and Malfoy?” Ginny nearly choked on the words.
     “Yes, me and Malfoy. So what? We have a history together and he’s grown up. He’s not the smarmy little ferret he was back in our school days. He’s a man now, and he’s had plenty to grieve about. Did you know Voldemort killed his parents?”
     “So what? He’s a Death Eater! Voldemort killed our parents too. Well Mum we know for sure, but I have to believe that Dad was with her to the end and fought bravely at her side,” Ginny said with a slightly raised voice. “Honestly, you’re sort of a traitor ‘Mione. How could you sleep with a Death Eater?”
     “You’re one to talk,” Ron said coming to my aid though I didn’t know why he was.
     “Oh shut up, you! You would have done the same thing in my place.”
     “Would not have…” Ron said and I narrowed my eyes on the pair as I tried to ascertain just what it was they were referring to. It was clear that whatever it was they didn’t see eye to eye.
     “Where’s Tuesdee?” Ron asked, and his voice became softer when he said her name.
     “She went with Jasmine for Christmas. In fact, several of the girls are spending the holidays with Jasmine and her cousin. She has a small cottage in the hills outside of town. She left you a note. I put it in the mail cupboard,” I said and Ron hurriedly fumbled through stacks of letters, most of which were compliance letters and addressed to me. They were sent by the Pureblood Ladies Auxiliary. I ignored all but the pink ones. A pink envelope meant that there was forced legislation against the Brothel and if I didn’t comply they would shut us down.
     “What’s going on?” I asked Ginny.
     “It’s nothing,” Ginny said and she folded her arms and ground her jaw as if irritated.
     “It’s hardly nothing,” Ron spat. “Ginny and George got married. To eachother!” Ron said and my eyes went wide.
     “We had no choice! We’re Purebloods and that sort of thing isn’t frowned upon.”
     “In what world?” Ron lashed back. “Because in my world, marrying your sister isn’t alright by any stretch of the imagination. Mum and Dad are probably rolling over in their graves.”
     “Oh shut up! George doesn’t have a problem with it so why should you? It was that or see me hanged by the neck in the center square outside the Ministry, merely for once being Harry Potter’s girlfriend,” Ginny defended. “Would you let that happen? See me hanged? So good to know that you’d rather see me dead than to sign a scrap of parchment claiming to love and honor me.”
     “Oh Ginny,” I said casting my eyes downwards. “How horrible.” And it was. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
     “It gets better,” Ron said through gritted teeth. “She has to produce an heir and apparently George is sterile. Yeah, ever since the Battle of Hogwarts. Fred was murdered and George was hit with a nasty hex that took one of his balls,” Ron said with a somber expression. “I don’t even want to know how you found out that he’s shooting blanks,” Ron said with the look of disgust playing over his freckled face.
     “Oh what like I’m ‘sposed to be ashamed for shagging my husband?” Ginny fought back bitterly.
     “You are when its your brother!”
     “Merlin!” I said and I covered my mouth with my hand. “What happens if you don’t have a child?” I asked, unsure whether or not I really wanted to hear the answer.
     “We’re both dead if I don’t sire an heir, a pureblood one at that. So, I came here in hopes that one of your pureblooded Johns’ could knock me up,” Ginny said and she shot me a fake smile.
     “One of my Johns’? So what, you think I’m some sort of a whore?” I asked becoming defensive myself.
     “That’s not what I meant, but,not to be cruel but aren’t you, sort of? I mean, you’re shagging Malfoy.”
     “She has a point,” Ron agreed and tears welled in my eyes.
     “She’s not a whore. A whore spreads their legs for any man who looks in their general direction. Hermione only spreads her legs for me,” came a voice on the stairs and all eyes gazed at the blond. He was standing on the stairs with his hand on the rail to support himself. I immediately flew to his side where I helped him traverse the rickety spiral staircase. True, his comment about me spreading my legs only for him was completely insulting, but it came from a good place so I didn't chastise him for it. At least I thought it came from a good place. Hoped.
     “I don’t know any Hermione, but I assume you mean Rose,” Ron covered for me even though he needn’t have bothered.
     “Piss off Weasley,” Malfoy said as I helped him down the stairs and into a chair at one of the tables. “Yeah, I know it’s you. I’d never forget that voice, and those freckles.”
     “Hello Liege,” Ginny said and she curtsied like a good Pureblood Lady might. He narrowed his eyes on her.
     “You can knock it off too. You tried to hit me with a nasty hex only a couple hours ago. Besides, you using the word whore is like the pot calling the kettle black. Hmm?” Malfoy said and he cocked and eyebrow and stared at Ginny. Ginny looked uncomfortable and she swallowed hard. “You going to tell them or shall I?” Draco said as I poured my boyfriend a glass of water and handed it to him.
     “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Malfoy,” Ginny feigned ignorance.
     “Don’t you? Let me refresh your memory then. It was after the Slytherin, Ravenclaw match way back in our fourth year wasn’t it? Perhaps it was our fifth year, it’s hard to know. So much has happened since then.”
     “Honestly, I don’t know what you’re on about. Perhaps the Dark Lord twisted your mind.”
     “No, it’s not every day that a Weasley throws herself at you and promises allegiance. Yes, you came to the Slytherin common room after we defeated the Claws by a blistering five hundred to fifty defeat. I had galleons riding on that match so I remember the final score. I made a tidy profit.”
     “I wouldn’t know. That was so long ago, and if I ever claimed allegiance to you, well then I was clearly doing it for Harry in order to gain information about your wicked plans where he was concerned,” Ginny said as she poured herself a shot of Wild Turkey and gulped it down anxiously.
     “You confided in me that night. Oh I didn’t ask you to spill the beans and yet you did. You told me how you felt about the Dark Lord and about me, how you truly felt and then you begged me—“ Draco started to go on and I found myself very interested in what he had to say, but Ginny cut him off.
     “Alright, enough! There’s no need to relive the past. Hermione, I’m sorry I called you a whore.”
     “Thank you,” I said but I glared at the redhead. I turned to the blond but he wasn’t giving anything away about just what did happen after the said quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Suddenly I began to feel…jealous? “Do you need anything Draco? You should really be resting.”
     “Just a kiss love,” Draco said. It was an attempt at testing my allegiance to him. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.
     “She’s fucking you, we get it. We don’t have to watch this though,” Ron said angrily.
     “I can lock you in the town jail instead. Would that be preferable?” Draco asked and Ron’s face turned as white as a ghost. “No? Didn’t think so. It’s Christmas, so why don’t we all sit and have a drink,” the blond said and Ron immediately grabbed the bottle of Wild Turkey and brought four glasses to the table. Ginny and Ron parked their bums in the seats, not wanting to challenge the Liege and we all sat quietly. It was awkward to say the least and nobody spoke. That was until Malfoy spoke up. “Unless you want to see your whole family killed you will take your sister, sooner rather than later,” Draco said and our jaws dropped.
     “It’s the potion. He’s woozy and not thinking clearly,” I said as an explanation for his nutters comment.
     “I’m perfectly alert. When I awoke and found that you abandoned me, I took a stim,” Draco said. Stim was short for stimulant. It was well known that Death Eaters often resorted to taking the mint candies since Voldemort worked them so very hard. Stims took away that tired feeling by giving the person a jolt of energy. I tried one once and it was a similar feeling to drinking an entire pot of coffee. At the brothel we disallowed the practice of taking stims, mainly because the men who took them could hump all night never getting tired while the poor girls were forced to please them for hours on end.
     “I’m sorry, I didn’t abandon you though. I fully intended to crawl back into bed with you after I released Ron and Ginny from their binds,” I said and Ron scrunched his nose at me. “Oh what, he already knows it’s us!”
     “Well whatever, I’m not shagging my sister,” Ron said and he gulped his drink down and then poured himself another.
     “You’re going to have to,” Malfoy said and he too finished his shot.
     “We were thinking we would find a Pureblooded man, perhaps one with red hair even and he could put a baby inside me,” Ginny interjected.
     “What’s the matter with you?” Ron seethed and he glared at his sister.
     “What? It was your idea Ron!”
     “Why you telling him? He will just tell Voldemort. Now we’re all as good as dead.” I craned my neck and stared at the blond. I couldn’t help but notice the smirk that spread over his face at causing Ron and Ginny such unease. He was enjoying it even! Perhaps he hadn’t changed very much after all.
     “Won’t work,” Draco said.
     “Why not?” Ginny argued.
     “Because he’s going to bloody tell him our plan!” Ron said again.
     “No, that’s not why. I have far more pressing business to attend to what with being expected to sire my own heir. I have no time for your problems. The reason it won’t work is because he will know. He has tests for that sort of thing. The last bloke who tried to pass a kid off as his own was flayed alive,” Draco said casually and I shuddered at the ghastly visual of a man having his skin peeled from his body while screaming out in agony.
     “Is that true?” Ron asked and he gulped.
     “I was there,” Draco said with a blank expression.
     “God,” I said and I suddenly felt sympathy for the Liege, that or scared. The way he said it with ease frightened me. I wondered if it was because it was such a traumatizing act to have to witness that he compartmentalized it, or was it because he had committed similar acts during the time of the invasion, when the Death Eaters marched across the country seizing everything in their path under the flag of Voldemort of course. As if sensing my thoughts Draco reached across the table and covered my hand with his. Our eyes found each other’s and he allowed me to see a flicker of sadness in his eyes.
     “War is never pretty,” he said as if to let me know that he also had blood on his hands. I gulped and Malfoy squeezed my hand before he turned back to Ron. “The paternity test only tests the bloodline. So long as the child is of the same bloodline the Dark Lord will be none the wiser,” Draco said. “Fuck your sister or watch your whole family die. By the way, Charlie and Bill are still alive.”
     “They’re alive?” Ginny exclaimed and I watched as Ron’s eyes filled with salty tears. “We thought everyone but us were killed.”
     “Do you know where they are?” Ron asked, his voice cracking from being so choked up.
     “Yes and no. I came across Bill once, but it was ages ago. He was working as a curse breaker in the army.”
     “He’s a Death Eater?” Ginny asked and she grimaced.
     “Of course he’s not a bloody Death Eater!” Ron said in disgust. I glared at Ron. It’s as if he forgot who was sitting at the table with us. “No offense meant towards you Malfoy,” Ron added.
     “None taken,” Malfoy said and then he went to stand up. I moved to help him to his feet where I looped an arm around his middle. “I’m going back to bed. I hope you’ll join me this time,” the blond said and I nodded as we turned to leave.
     “And Charlie? Do you know where he is?” Ron asked in an almost pleading way. Malfoy stopped in his tracks as if debating whether or not to answer him at all. I looked at him and nodded my approval. I hoped he’d answer Ron’s question.
     “He’s a Death Eater. One of mine actually,” Draco said and gasps fell over the room as we continued back upstairs.

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     I was wrapped in his arms when I awoke Christmas morning. I yawned and stretched and then carefully pulled back the cover in order to check Draco’s wound. I smiled when I saw that the bruise had mostly disappeared. Instead of black and blue the skin was yellow which was a good sign that the potion had done its stuff and worked for the blond. “How’s it look?” he mumbled, only semi-lucidly.
     “Better!” I said and Draco nodded before his eyelids fell closed once more. I figured I’d get up and put breakfast on, so I threw on my robe and slippers and set off downstairs. “That’s not how Mum used to do it,” I heard Ginny say and then Ron argued the point. Ron, for all practical purposes was a very good cook. He made most of the meals at the Brothel and in a short time had become quite the chef.
     “Let Rose be the judge,” Ron said and I was seated at the bar where two plates were put down in front of me. All I wanted was a piping hot cup of tea, but I didn’t want to hurt their feelings so I took a bite of scrambled eggs from the one plate, and then from the other.
     “Well?” they both uttered in unison. I was reluctant to answer. One of them was miles better than the other.
     “This one,” I drawled and I pointed to the first plate of eggs.
     “Yes!” Ron said and he pumped his fist in the air. “Hey, Malfoy isn’t going to pop out of your robe is he?” Ron asked and I just gaped at him. “You know, he seems to do that a lot lately. Something big happened while on route to Diagon Alley and I wanted to tell you about it,” he whispered and his eyes scanned the stairs for Malfoy.
     “He’s asleep,” I said as I bit into a piece of buttered toast.
     “This will blow your mind ‘Mione,” Ginny announced.
     “Well don’t keep me in suspense,” I said in low tones as not to wake the sleeping Liege.
     “The lightning bolt, it’s everywhere,” Ron said and he smiled. “Stenciled on buildings, on streets, someone even painted the entire courtyard at the Ministry with it. Come on, the lightning bolt! Do I need to spell it out for you?”
     “No. I get it. Harry’s scar,” I said, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear any more. I worried that Ron would get all caught up in some conspiracy theory that Harry was alive. Again.
     “Yeah, and there have been numerous attacks. Loads of sightings.”
     “Sightings of?” I asked with hesitancy.
     “Harry!”
     “People have seen Harry? There are witnesses to this?”
     “Yes, that’s what I’m trying to say! Harry’s alive and he’s waging an attack against Voldemort. They always say a cloaked figure, but we know it’s Harry.”
     “It’s true,” Ginny piped in. “They aren’t running stories about the attacks in the papers anymore. The Dark Lord put a muzzle on the Daily Prophet and they’re not allowed to print anything about the attacks. I have a friend who works at the paper and they told me as much,” she said with a cheery expression.
     “I don’t know—“ I said.
     “I’m joining the resistance,” Ron whispered. “I can’t do it without you though. I talked to a bloke and he’s organizing a militia. It’s only one town over from here. They meet once a week to discuss strategy and to keep us informed of Harry’s attacks. They're calling themselves Potter's Army. We're going to be freedom fighters again and I for one can hardly wait! According to Chip, Harry's taking out the checkpoints. Any idea why Harry would do that?” Ron asked.
     “The checkpoints have us corralled like cattle. We can’t move about freely, and Voldemort knows where each and every one of us are at all times because they log our names each time we cross a checkpoint and have to show our papers. That would be my assumption as to why someone would take out the military checkpoints first.”
     “You mean Harry,” Ron corrected. “You said someone.” I grew angry right at that moment. He was jumping ahead, assuming and making plans based on nothing. I had a life at the Brothel. It wasn’t a perfect life but I had carved it out of nothing with a lot of hard work, and while I hated living under Voldemort’s reign I wasn’t going to throw it all away based on rumor and thin facts like Ron was ready to do.
     “Honestly Ron, some graffiti on some buildings and a few sightings do not amount to a resistance. Nor is there any proof that its even Harry! For all we know it’s just a farmer whose land was seized by Voldemort and is out for revenge. It could even be one hundred different people. In case you haven’t noticed, almost all Muggle-Born and Halfblood men and women wear cloaks. It’s called winter fashion,” I reminded. “Now, I need a plate for Draco please. He will have breakfast in bed this morning.”
     “Fucking wanker,” Ron muttered. “You treat him like a King and it makes me sick. What happened to you?” he said rudely and he slid a plate with sizzling bacon, toast and two eggs sunny side up across the bar.
     “I treat him like I would any other patron. This one just so happens to be a Liege is all, so yes perhaps he gets a little better treatment. Besides, he gave me gifts so I owe him,” I said as I turned with the plate in hand and started back upstairs. “And so do you. He didn’t have to tell you about Bill and Charlie.”
     “She’s right you know,” Ginny agreed with me. “He also didn’t have to tell us about how the paternity test works. Had we gone ahead with your plan we’d all be dead when Voldemort performed the test and figured out our ruse. At least now we know. So are you ready?”
     “Ready? No! I am not having sex with you Ginny! Revolting.” I stood at the door to my bedroom holding a tray of food in my hand and listened to the two siblings fight like cats and dogs.
     “It’s just sex. You can wear a blindfold, that’s what George did the first time and then he just pictured his girlfriend Caroline instead.”
     “I don’t want to hear how my brother shagged my sister and I have a girlfriend too and I won’t be cheating on her so just forget this disgusting notion!”
     “Fine. I hope you enjoy seeing me hang,” Ginny said and I wanted to cry. She was in an impossible position and my heart went out to her. If only there were some distant cousin or something, someone that wouldn’t mind having sex with a relative. I shook off the heebee jeebies and put on a smile as I opened the door to my room.

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     “This bacon is quite good,” Draco said as he bit into his breakfast. He looked attractive as he sat shirtless with the covers pulled up to his waist in my bed. I’d never had a man in my bed, not even Ron. We always shagged in his bed. My room was reserved as a private sanctuary and I just never felt comfortable sharing my space with Ron. I found it perplexing that it didn’t bother me a bit Malfoy not only being in my room but eating breakfast in my bed. He had impeccable manners, unlike Ron who dropped crumbs each time he bit into a piece of toast. It was a pet peeve of mine, crumbs that is, so I noticed these things. “In fact the eggs are delicious as well,” he said complimenting me.
     “I can’t take credit as I didn’t make breakfast. Ron did,” I said smiling at the blond. Draco immediately put his toast down on his plate. “It’s alright, I watched him make it. It’s not as if it’s poisoned,” I giggled. “Eat up.”
     “Now I owe him,” Draco mumbled under his breath.
     “Telling him that Bill and Charlie are alive was payment enough. You can’t know how hard he’s looked for them over the years.”
     “You need to convince him to pork his sister. When I say that their whole family will be put to death, I meant it in the ghastliest of ways. He will have their heads on spikes,” Draco said as he continued eating his breakfast. I felt all the blood drain from my head when he said it. “I rather like Charlie and I don’t want to see that happen.”
     “Well I can see your point, but surely you can understand why Ron is ambivalent?”
     “Of course. Who would want to shag her? Besides Potter of course. I sure didn’t, but back then I shagged—well let’s just say that I wasn’t very picky when it came to bed partners, what with hormones raging such as they were.”
     “Are you saying that Ginny came onto you?”
     “Don’t act so surprised.”
     “But I am surprised.”
     “Why? You shagged me,” he said with a smirk.
     “Well yeah, but Ginny had a huge thing for Harry. They were dating you know, though not back in fourth year I don’t think. That came later.”
     “Ginny got around,” Malfoy said and I nodded in agreement. Back then she really did get around though it was innocent and immature, snogging mostly, or so I assumed at the time.
     “So are you and Charlie…mates?”
     “Mates? No. I wouldn’t go that far. He works for me though. He’s my liaison. He works at the Ministry. I guess you could call him a personal assistant. He takes meetings with the Dark Lord on my behalf and then relays information to me. Better him than me,” he said and he looked as if he might be ill at that very moment. “He visits Blind Falls once a month. Perhaps next time I’ll bring him to the Brothel with me. He’s due here after the holidays.”
     “Would you do that? Ron would be so appreciative,” I smiled as I paced to the window. “The snow is really piled up outside. It looks fluffy and pretty,” I said staring out the window at the new snow.
     “Get dressed. Let’s go for a broom ride,” the blond said and he wiped his mouth with the napkin and threw his legs over the side of the bed. “We can knock the quaffle around a bit if you want? I have a quidditch pitch on the grounds of the Estate.”
     “You do? Wow,” I said and I smiled. “You know at the Burrow we used to play quidditch every Christmas out in the yard. Well, I didn’t, but I used to watch the others play.” That’s when an idea suddenly struck me and my face lit up.
     “No way,” the blond said as if reading my mind once more.
     “Why not? They would love it! Ron and Ginny both—they’re quite good and they never get to play anymore.”
     “You want me to invite that lot over to my house? You are aware that I’m the Liege of these parts and that I could get into a lot of trouble for associating with—“
     “Mudbloods? Ron and Ginny’s blood is as pure as yours. I’m the only Mudblood,” I said becoming annoyed and I crossed my arms and shot him a scathing look.
     “I wasn’t going to say Mudbloods. I was going to say commoners. You have no idea how nosey the bloody Nobles in these parts can be. No idea. They are constantly crawling up my arse asking questions about my dealings.”
     “Oh such a pity that you are having trouble with the fortunate of the world while the less fortunate are off living easy, blissfull lives,” I said sarcastically and he lunged for my arm where he pulled me onto the bed and captured me in his arms.
     “Do you know what I do to cheeky women?” he asked and he flipped me onto my back and pinned me. I was spread eagled to the bed and then he closed his eyes and became very still as if concentrating on something. I perked up when I saw the tie from my robe hovering in midair above me. It coiled itself around my arms and suddenly I was bound by the wrists. I wriggled to break free but the binds were snug. I felt his velvety tongue gliding across the skin of my neck and goose bumps formed on my arms. I let out a soft moan when I felt his lips close over my neck.
     “Stop, you’ll give me another lovebite,” I giggled as he sucked onto my neck even harder. “The last one took a week to go away.”
     “That’s my mark. It means you’re mine.”
     “Well can’t you mark me as yours in some other way?” I laughed as we horsed around. In all honesty it was turning me on this sort of play and the fact that I was tied to the bedposts and couldn’t escape only made me hornier.
     “You know what? I can. Why in the hell didn’t I think of this before?” he said and he sounded excited.
     “Think of what? I don’t like that look,” I said when he wagged his eyebrows at me in a purely Malfoy way which I didn’t quite trust.
     “You know how you mentioned that you can’t get into any of the good shops because of your blood status?” I looked at him oddly but then nodded. It sucked not being able to shop at more than half the stores in Blind Falls. “There’s a way that you can and it’s perfectly legal,” he said brightly.
     “I don’t think so. I’ve tried numerous times,” I said.
     “Well m’lady, there is. I was there when the Dark Lord signed it into law. You see, his Lord’s personal assistant is not a Pureblood. She isn’t a Halfblood either.”
     “She’s Muggle-Born?” I asked.
     “That she is. She couldn’t shop for him on Diagon Alley without being harassed by the shop owners, so he collared her. He made her his slave and in so she can now shop at any establishment she wants. It’s called the Devotee Minion Act or DMA for short.”
    “You’re kidding? That’s awful!”
     “No, it’s not. You see, the Mud—the person must agree to the terms of their slavery first. It’s all on the up and up. There are Devoted Minion Assistants, Devoted Minion Mistresses, Devoted Minion Worker Bees, and it’s perfectly legal.”
     “It might be legal but it isn’t right. It’s slavery, even if Voldemort is calling it something else, that’s what it is. I am not going to be your slave, so just forget that idea Draco,” I said and then I squealed when he raked his hands up my thighs and removed my panties.
     “You don’t want to be my sex slave?” he quipped in a husky voice as he slid his boxers down his legs. His cock sprung into view. “You will be able to shop when and where you wish. Checkpoints will no longer be so intrusive and time consuming. You will also be allowed into my home and not even Astoria can stop you. You have rights to me, your Master, and you as my Devoted Minion Mistress. Not only will you have access to me but I must give you sex on a regular basis otherwise the agreement becomes null and void if I don’t live up to the terms of our arrangement.”
     “You’re serious about this aren’t you?” I laughed. “I don’t know, I don’t think soooooooooo,” I slurred my speech when I felt a jolt that shook my body. He was kneeling between my legs and rubbing the tip of his engorged cock against my clit. It sent shockwaves through my body as he performed this act. “That feels…good,” I murmured as I writhed in my binds trying in earnest to break free.
     “Yeah, come on my cock baby,” he purred and I was literally climbing the walls the longer he performed the act. He slid is shaft up and down my slit and then I held my breath when I felt him enter me. He would pump me full of himself and then like a tease he would pull out and continue rubbing himself over my clit. I was in such a frenzy, riding the plateau of blissfull sensations and on the heels of a mind bending orgasm.
     “Stop teasing and fuck me Draco,” I demanded when I could take no more of the teasing and toying.
     “Yes,” he groaned. “That turns me on when you talk like that,” he purred and then he was inside me, pumping me with his manhood. I moaned, and my climax sent me soaring like an eagle. By the time he spilled his seed in me we were both hot and sweaty, but it felt good with my breasts stuck to his toned, lean chest. In a short span I found myself perfectly enthralled with our lovemaking. It wasn't any sort of a chore, in fact I revelled in it and could have fucked him all day and would have had he wanted it. That in itself scared me.

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     I took two big gulps of the Tonic of the Morning potion and then I set it back on the shelf in the dimly lit pantry. It tasted stale and I left a note for myself to brew more of the tonic before the girls arrived back from their holiday. After our morning nookie I convinced Draco to invite Ron and Ginny along with us for a friendly game of Quidditch. Ron was delighted but Ginny was still stewing over her dilemma of who would play father to her Weasley heir. She was mumbling to herself as we made our way outside into the deep snow.
     “So we’re flying then right?” Ron said and the blond nodded. “We can follow you.”
     “I—I can’t fly,” I said and I shook my head.
     “You can ride with me,” Draco offered but I still shook my head. “Then what you want to walk Granger? In this snow we might have to use a shovel and an icepick to find you, not to mention the thawing out process is likely to stink,” the blond said with a smirk.
     “Would you rather ride with me?” Ron asked politely and I shook my head even harder. He was possibly the worst flyer that ever lived!
     “You still haven’t outgrown the fear of flying ‘Mione—I mean Rose?” Ginny commented and that did it. Her comment was probably not meant to be mean but I took it that way for whatever the reason. That is when I reluctantly crawled onto the back of Malfoy’s broom.
     “You’re lucky you’re on the back. I’d have put you in front of me so I could fondle you whilst I flew us,” he said as he kicked off into the air. I wrapped tight arms around the blond and closed my eyes as we took to the skies. “No, open your eyes. You have to see this,” he said as he flew over the little town of Blind Falls, England. With great ambivalence I opened my eyes.
     “Oh my God, it’s beautiful,” I said when I saw the snow covered trees and the Christmas decorations and lights. Smoke billowed from tiny chimneys and the mid-morning sun glinted off the icicles making everything look shiny and bright. It was truly breathtaking.
     “So are you,” he said and he caressed one of my hands that was tight around his middle holding on for dear life. “I really meant it when I asked you to be mine.”
     “I know,” I said avoiding the topic altogether.
     “I’ll take good care of you,” he pressed.
     “Draco don’t take this wrong, but the whole you being engaged thing sort of doesn’t feel right,” I said as we flew through the clouds with Ron and Ginny in tow behind us.
     “It’s just an arrangement. She doesn’t mean anything to me and apparently I don’t mean shit to her either except as a meal ticket. That being said I’m supposed to marry her, and soon.”
     “How soon?” I asked, curious.
     “Next week.” I didn’t know how to feel when he said it. I was overcome with a sense of foreboding and dread. It was as if I’d been socked in the gut, that’s how it felt at least and yet I didn’t know why. He never hid the fact that he was engaged, but it’s as if I sort of pushed that thought from mind, never realizing that engaged meant soon to be married! Yet, I no justification for being upset or angry or anything. So why was I feeling so out of sorts about his impending marriage to Astoria?
     “Doesn’t that bother you? I mean, don’t you want someone to love you?” I asked and then I bit my tongue wishing I hadn’t broached that particular question.
     “I never thought for a second that I’d have something like that, so I never thought about it.”
     “Well maybe you should,” I said.
     “Why?”
     “What do you mean why? You’re about to marry a woman who you admit is a gold-digger, who is only after your wealth and title. Doesn’t that bother you?” I said growing incensed.
     “No, it doesn’t. Most Pureblooded women are exactly what you described.”
     “Then why do you want to marry one at all?” I shrieked into the wind.
     “I never said I did,” was his response. “I’ve known since childhood that I’d have to marry and produce an heir. It’s expected of me.”
     “I’m sorry, but I hate your Pureblooded ways. It’s ridiculous and cruel to marry a woman who you know doesn’t love you.”
     “As opposed to what? Marrying for love?” he said as he landed us on a sweeping veranda that was as expansive as it was lavish. He extended his hand as he helped me off the broom and then he stood there gazing into my eyes. It was uncomfortable and I felt like we were about to have a moment.
     “Well yes, what’s wrong with marrying for love?”
     “Is this woman you speak of, the one I love…Does she love me in return?” he asked and I got the strange feeling that we were no longer speaking in hypotheticals anymore. Was he talking about me?
     “I—“ My lip began to tremble and butterflies swam in my belly.
     “Lost you in the clouds for a minute,” Ron said as he landed hard on the ground next to us. I gazed into Draco’s eyes and then I blinked and let go of his hands and the moment was gone.
     “The quidditch pitch is just down that path. There’s a storage shed where I keep the gear,” Draco said but he made eye contact with me again where he looked so deeply into my very soul that it frightened me. I could feel him there, challenging me.

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     I stood on the ground in the middle of the pitch in the deep snow and watched as the two Weasleys and Malfoy played quidditch. It was like watching Slytherin versus Gryffindor all over again, as all of them played for their House teams at one point. Draco would barrel into Ron, hard, and Ginny would steal the quaffle and then Malfoy would steal it back. This went back and forth. It was hardly fair with Malfoy having to play on his own team since I refused to play but instead preferred to watch. Still he was keeping up with them in score though they were a little ahead. There was a fair amount of smack talk going on from all parties, including Ginny, which shouldn’t have surprised me but it did. The taunts continued and then finally I saw it. Malfoy caught sight of the snitch and he was hard after it as he leaned down on his broom and shot off like white lightning. I clapped wildly for both sides, although deep down I really wanted Malfoy to win though it hadn’t occurred to me the why of that. It would later. The snitch dove low and Draco dove after it riding parallel to the ground. I heard the whiz of the golden ball as it flew right over my head and Malfoy pulled up at the last second before he smacked into me in his pursuit of the snitch. Ron was right behind him and my eyes went wide when I saw him careening towards me, his broomstick wobbling as he went. At the last second I ducked, but I lost my footing and fell into the deep snow. When I sat up the match was over and Draco was holding the golden ball with wings in his hand. Meanwhile I was covered with snow from head to toe and in the noon sun it began to melt making me look like a wet mess.
     “Sorry about that,” Draco said and then he put the golden snitch into my hand and kissed me on the cheek. “Bit soggy eh Granger?” he laughed. “You can shower and change at the house.”
     “You were fine. It was Ron who nearly took my head off!” I complained. Even my knickers were wet and cold.
     “That was so much bloody fun,” Ron said as we walked alongside each other. “Thanks for inviting us, Christmas quidditch is sort of a tradition.”
     “Was for me too,” Draco said and Ron looked at me and gaped. “Yes even the Malfoys enjoyed a good game of quidditch so don’t look so surprised. Father and I used to whack bludgers at one another, it was quite fun,” he chuckled. “Once I got him good and he was out cold for three days.”
     “Now that is funny,” Ron chuckled but Ginny and I just looked at one another while the boys laughed and carried on telling quidditch stories. With the boys talking quidditch I dropped back and trailed alongside Ginny.
     “Do you have any cousins that maybe live in these parts?” I asked and Ginny looked at me and frowned.
     “Nobody wants me,” she said and she laughed, but it was a sad laugh and not at all funny. I reached out and held her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I miss Harry,” she admitted. “If he’s alive, I have to find him.”
     “Well it’s a nice dream, but you need a real plan in the meantime.”
     “I know,” she said dourly as we paced towards the great, white house that loomed in the distance. Malfoy’s house. “What about Malfoy? He’s not wearing a wedding band,” Ginny said and I was taken aback.
     “He’s engaged to Astoria Greengrass. They’re to wed next week.”
     “Hated that bint. I beat the tar out of her once in my fourth year for flirting with Dean. She’s afraid of me, that one. But Malfoy, he’s not married yet. He’s mellowed a bit hasn’t he? He’s easy on the eyes too, not to mention he’s a Liege. Perhaps Voldemort will allow me to marry—“
     “No!” I bit out and both Draco and Ron turned their heads and looked at me. “It’s fine, go on,” I called out but then I turned back to Ginny. “Listen to yourself. Not a minute ago you told me that you missed Harry, not to mention that you called me a traitor for sharing Draco's bed.”
     “Well I do, miss Harry that is,” Ginny said. “I want to find him so that I can kill him,” the redhead said with a cold calculating stare.
     “Why? What did he ever do to you?” I said and my jaw was on the ground I was in such shock.
     “He did this to me, Hermione,” Ginny said with venom. “He left me. He left me to Voldemort who made me marry my own brother. This is all Harry’s fault, all of it! If he were a better wizard none of this would have happened, but now? Ha! I’m going after Malfoy. It’s my only choice. If you can suck Death Eater cock then so can I, and I'll do it better. I've had loads of practice.”
     “That was a foul comment Ginerva. Look, Draco doesn’t love you. He doesn’t even like you much. He only did this for me,” I explained but I was growing ever the more angry at my friend.
     “No offense, but this is a Pureblood matter. Mudblood’s don’t get a say so on who I marry. This is a fancy house. It beats the hell out of the ruddy apartment above the Joke Shop. I could get used to a place like this,” Ginny said and then she quickened her step as she caught up to the men leaving me in her wake. It was right then that I made my decision.
     “Draco,” Ginny said and his name sounded like nails on a chalkboard coming from her mouth. It grated on my every last nerve. “I simply adore that name, always have. It’s a constellation, isn’t it?” she added for effect and I rolled my eyes and stewed. To his credit Draco ignored her flirtatious advances, but if I knew Ginny and she wasn’t done by a longshot and it had me worried. “Draco, your home is darling. The tender loving care you put into it really shows. It’s breathtaking and amazing, just like you,” she said laying it on thick for effect.
     "Uh yeah, thanks," the blond said. "The house elves did it," he chuckled.
     "Oh house elves? 'Mione hates house elves. She thinks its wrong to allow them to work for us. Isn't that silly?" Ginny twittered with laughter as she portrayed me as being worse than dirt, and all for a man. It was a disgusting show and even Ron looked shocked by her comments. I had to do something, but what? That's when it occurred to me.
     “Draco, about what you asked me earlier? You know, about the DMA…uh…position that needs filled?” I said cleverly and the blond stopped and turned to me. I smiled. “My answer is yes,” I said with confidence and he beamed. At that I glanced over at Ginny who looked positively defeated right at that moment where I smiled victoriously.

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