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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 Six


     He didn’t know why the Weasley bint was lying, only that she was. She was a turncoat, a faker, a mole for the Dark Lord and she had been for years. How could Granger not know? Hell, how could Gin’s brother not know? Charlie was well aware of her turncoat status, but Ron Weasley never was the sharpest tool in the shed. He wondered if the living twin, George Weasley, knew? He had to know and yet he didn’t tell the dipshit Ron? Bloody stupid wankers, the lot of them. It started when the bint, Ginny Weasley, unknowingly flirted with dark magic way back when the Chamber of Secrets was a thing at Hogwarts, but it didn’t end there. No, that was just the beginning of her mediocre rise through the ranks. She was a spy for our side, of course she rarely produced any evidence of interest, but the Dark Lord admired her courage. After Potter was defeated there was less of a need for the youngest Weasley and she was more or less cast off as a useful idiot. At least that’s what the Dark Lord led Draco to believe. Now he had his doubts, what with the treacherous tomboy arriving in Blind Falls, his town. The bit about her marrying her brother and then being forced to produce an heir was a pathetic attempt at pity, and yet it also served to gain the trust of the Order’s most wanted enemies of the state, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, at least that’s what the Liege assumed. He felt put upon when Ginny cast him a pleading glance whilst the four of them sat around the table sharing a Christmas Eve drink together. Not giving two shits about lying to Ron, Draco offered up his opinion that he should shag his sister and be done with it. Ginny liked that and he caught the faint ghost of a smile from the redhead when he said it. It wasn’t that he wanted to help her, because he didn’t. At all. But Ginny’s arrival complicated matters for Draco and he was hard pressed to get her alone so that he could find out what her objective really was, because he was certain that it had nothing to do with siring a Weasley heir.
     “Would you like a quick tour of the house?” Draco asked as he pulled his lips away from his Mudblood beauty, Rose Winthrop, and turned his attention onto the redhead. Ginny’s face lit up. Granger looked irritated, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. He would make an excuse later and Granger would forgive him, or so he hoped. “The house elves prepared lunch. There are fresh robes and slippers inside. The elves will show you where they’re kept,” Draco said and he kissed his lover’s hand. She blushed and Draco was pleased. He had her where he wanted her and oh how he wanted her. It was an insatiable desire, dangerous and unending--a need that was never quenched and yet his obsession with Hermione threatened to derail everything he’d worked so hard to attain. He was treading on thin ice where Granger was concerned and he knew it. Astoria sent daily owls to Draco where she clipped articles from the Daily Prophet, articles like the one about the Pureblood chap whose willie fell off after he fucked a Mudblood witch. They were lies, propaganda spewed from the mouths of shill reporters who were in Voldemort’s hip pocket. Sadly, Astoria believed the nonsense so she forwarded them on to Draco almost on a daily basis. “Shall we then?” Draco said and he offered Ginny his arm. She took it obligingly as they set off on foot across the veranda where they entered the house through a door that led to the West Wing of the grand estate. He gave a quick glance back and saw Granger, arms folded and narrowed eyed as if she were brooding. She turned away in a huff when Mitsy, one of the house elves escorted she and Ron into the house through the door that led to the kitchen. No sooner were he and Ginny out of sight did Draco whirl on her. He shoved her roughly up against the plastered wall where he pinned her. With his wand pressed into her neck he grit his teeth. “Why in the fuck are you here all up in my business? Hmm? Answer me!” he howled when she smirked back at him.
     “Play nice, Draco,” Ginny ordered and Draco’s eyes were slits. With great reluctance he slowly lowered his wand.
     “These are my lands, not yours. I could have you arrested and tossed--”
     “Calm down, crazy,” Ginny drawled and she shoved Draco back, hard, yet he steeled himself in a menacing posture and he didn’t budge as he towered over the redhead. “The Dark Lord doesn’t even know I’m here.”
     “Bullshit,” Draco spat.
     “Alright, perhaps he does,” Ginny laughed. “I keep forgetting I’m not around a gullible Gryffindor.”
    “Did he give you an assignment?” Draco asked.
     “Maybe,” Ginny toyed with him. “Or maybe I’m here because my stupid brother showed up at the Joke Shop but he wouldn’t tell me where Hermione was hiding, so naturally I talked him into bringing me to this shite little town that you call home. Maybe that’s why I’m here… So this is where you’re slumming it these days? And here I thought that you and I would end up ruling Scotland together. It can still be that way, Draco?” Ginny said and she reached up and raked a hand through his hair. He swatted her hand away.
     “How many times must I remind you that you and I are nothing and we never were?”
     “Yes, I remember. All the broom closets we snogged in during our fourth and fifth years meant nothing to you. You merely used me in order to pump me for information about Harry. Still, we had some fun times didn’t we?” she smiled coyly and Draco recoiled from her advances.
     “You said he knows you’re here. Does that mean he knows about Rob and Rose?” That bit was the most important bit of information that Draco wanted to know, which is why he asked the question in a casual tone, as not to arouse suspicion. If Ginny, like nearly all Purebloods knew that she had something that Draco wanted she would try and maximize her advantage. In other words, the bint would resort to bribery or blackmail. That was how things were done in Voldemort’s world. Information was power, and it was never free. Nothing was free. Everything came with a price, and Draco was well aware of that. His Liegeship was bought with his parents lives. That’s what it cost him though the price was too high, and it was never a price he was willing to pay. Lucius decided that for him. Oh Draco was sure that Lucius had some plan to save he and Narcissa from the gallows, but whatever it was it didn’t work and Draco was forced to watch his parents be beheaded as traitors. The Dark Lord patted him on the back and told him that he was his father now, and that was how Voldemort treated Draco from there on after. Draco was to be Voldemort’s heir, a son as he had no family of his own. He took many sons and daughters and he lavished riches upon them all. The hardest part of it all was having to look into his twisted, putrid face and call him Father, as if his real father, Lucius Malfoy, never existed at all. He hated him for it too.

     “How much is it worth to you?” Ginny asked instead of answering his question.
     “It’s not worth shit to me. I’ll just have you up on trumped up charges and you can spend your holidays in the county jail.”
     “You’re bluffing.”
     “Am I? Try me,” Draco said with all too serious an expression.
     “Oh fine, you’re going to find out soon enough anyway. The Dark Lord wants me to address the Purebloods Womens Auxiliary. Our Lord wants to bring women into the fold. All women, Pureblood that is. He knows that not all women are cut out to be Death Eaters so it will be sort of a Death Eater Lite group, a second army, made up of women. I will be the leader of that army,” she boasted.
     “Leading an army isn’t all its cracked up to be. There must be something else, something he promised you?”
     “You’re right. I’ll be initiated into the Order of Death Eaters. Soon I’ll be sporting his mark on my arm just like you. I will feel his call just as you do Draco. I for one can’t wait,” she said with smug pride.
     “You act like it’s an honor,” Draco mumbled.
     “It is an honor! The highest honor, aside from being made by him.” Being made referred to being made family, such as Draco was. It was the ultimate goal of every follower or the Dark Lord, that one day they would be made and in so would be given title and lands.
     “Whatever. I’ll have my assistant send out owls to the PWA and then you can have your meeting with the musty, old battleaxes, but after that I want you gone from here. Just so we’re clear, your presence in Blind Falls is an unwelcome one.”
     “Oh Draco stop being so mean. So… Astoria huh? That bony little twig? I don’t know why you want her. She’s quite weak and frail and the last time I saw her she looked sickly.”
     “Am I supposed to care what you think of my fiancé? Besides, it’s not as if I want her at all. Like you, I didn’t have a choice of who to marry.”
     “Oh that?” Ginny waved her hand in dismissal and twittered with laughter again. “I was lying about all that. I didn’t marry George, he can’t stand me.”
     “Well that makes two of us,” Draco said rudely and he sneered at the redhead.
     “He is smart enough to keep his mouth shut and to know when he has a good thing.”
     “Good thing? Is that what you’re calling it?”
     “He gets to keep his Joke Shop and all he has to do is act like he married his gorgeous sister. His girlfriend took it quite hard though. So sad. She chucked him when she found out that we were married.”
     “But you’re not married.”
     “She doesn’t know that,” Ginny smiled. “Well, I suppose I should let you get back to the slums with your Mudblood. I haven’t decided whether or not I want you as a husband.”
     “Over my dead body would I ever marry you.”
     “Even if Astoria is barren?”
     “What? She’s not barren.” Ginny was lying, she just threw that zinger at him in order to watch him unravel. No, he didn’t particularly care about Astoria at all, but he was ordered to sire an heir so he absolutely couldn’t marry Astoria if what Ginny said was true and that Astoria was indeed barren.
     “Do you remember Flora, she was one of the Carrows’? Well anyway, she works at the Pureblood Womens Clinic, the one in town on Diagon Alley. Every matched Pureblood has to take a fertility test since we are expected to produce Pureblood heirs for our prospective husbands.”
     “So? Just get on with it already,” Draco said when he realized that twenty minutes had passed and he had kept Hermione waiting for long enough.
     “Flora is the one who performed the test on Astoria. She’s barren. Let that sink in and perhaps then you will drop to your knee.”
     “For what bloody reason?” Draco scoffed.
     “So you can ask me to marry you! Honestly, don’t act like a fool. I get enough of that around my stupid brothers.”
     “I’d just assume die a painful death than marry you.”
     “Ask me to marry you, Draco,” Ginny demanded, “Or I’ll turn ‘Mione in.” Draco’s face fell when she said it. He couldn’t bear the thought of Voldemort getting his gnarled hands on his sweet Rose. “Yes, you understand now, don’t you? I don’t want to turn her in. I like Hermione, for the most part, although she can grate on a person’s nerves what with the whole holier than thou act that she puts on. Marry me and nobody has to know about your dirty little secret. Alright? Oh, and ask me in front of Hermione. We clear? I can’t wait to see the look on her face when you propose to me. We should do it at the New Years Ball. I do hope you’ll hire more staff, this place is looking a might shabby.” This from the girl that grew up in that shack of a home called The Burrow. Draco wanted to hex her right at that moment and he considered it. “Happy Christmas, Draco!” she finally said and then she stepped through the doors and back out into the cold.
     “Fuck you! I’ll kill you first,” Draco shouted and then he picked up a chair and threw it through the double paned window. He was a tornado he was so angry as he laid waste to every piece of furniture in the parlor of the West Wing. Shards of glass rained down like an ice storm as he destroyed everything in his path. “Clean it up!” he howled at a frightened house elf who had the unfortunate timing of coming down the stairs as Draco was heading up.
     “Yes, Sir,” the elf said but her voice was shaking with fear.
     “I—I’m sorry,” Draco said politely and the elf bowed and nodded. “Mitsy just came to tell you that one guest left and the other is upstairs in the loo drying her clothes out.”
     “Thank you Mitsy,” Draco said as he continued up the winding staircase that led to the main floor of the estate.

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     His house was glorious! Ron felt awkward being there so he trotted home leaving me alone in Draco’s mansion. A polite house elf showed me the way to the master bath where I put on a fluffy robe while I performed drying charms over my wet clothes. The robe was soft and plush and it smelled heavenly, like vanilla ice cream. That’s when I noticed that the door to Draco’s wardrobe was cracked open. Shamelessly I peeked inside, and then when I saw how big it was I stepped inside. “Who knew?” I muttered to myself when I saw how organized Malfoy’s closet was. He was more than a little bit anal which delighted me. I liked organization, and upon seeing the way Draco arranged all his fine suits by color and season I smiled. He had formal suits labeled as such and his everyday slacks and button ups were hung with their matching Italian leather shoes arranged on shelves beneath the padded hangers. It was superb. That’s when I saw something out of place. It was at the back of the closet hanging on a hook and I frowned when I saw it. It should have been with the other black suits but it wasn’t. Odd. I shrugged and reached for it, intent on finding its proper spot and putting it there. It spoiled the look of a perfectly organized wardrobe so I plucked it from the hook and then gasped and dropped it as if it were a hot coal that scorched my skin. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at the cloak and mask of a Death Eater. I backed out of the closet, gripped with fear, with my head spinning like a top. Draco was a Death Eater. Yes, this was not a newsflash and yet seeing the cloak and mask made it all too real. I was suddenly transported back in time, figuratively of course not literally, as a cascade of memories flooded my mind bringing with it the feeling of sheer terror. I fell to my knees and sobbed when scenes of torture at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange played out in my mind.
     “Granger? What’s wrong?” Draco said when he found me huddled on the floor crying like a wee babe. I climbed to my feet and frantically wiped salty tears from my cheeks.
     “It’s—nothing. I have to go,” I said and I tried to go around him. He caught me by the arm though, preventing my quick departure. “Please, I have to go,” I said again but he wouldn’t let go of my arm.
     “What’s wrong?” he soothed and he pulled me into his chest. “Just tell me, so I can fix it.”
     “You can’t. I have to go,” I begged. That’s when he saw the mask and cloak that was strewn in the middle of the wardrobe floor, precisely where I dropped it.
     “Rose—Hermione, that’s not me. It’s just a costume that I’m forced to wear on occasion, but it isn’t me.”
     “Please Draco, I can’t be here,” I said frantically.
     “Nonsense. This is my home and you are welcome in it. Come on, stop crying, it’s alright,” he soothed again and again and he caressed my back with a delicate touch. “You know who I am, I’m the guy who can’t figure out which color rose is your favorite, remember? I’m the bloke who makes you come over and over again. A Death Eater is not what I am—I mean I am, but not really,” he said and I cried into his chest. Minutes passed as I whimpered like an idiot, the realization that I’m dating the enemy smacking me over the head like a rogue bludger in the dark of night. Finally, when he tired of my cries he swept me into his arms where he carried me to his bed. He laid me down gently and then crawled in next to me where he held me tight for what felt like an eternity. “Am I so horrible?” he whispered in my ear.
     “It’s not that,” I murmured back.
     “Then tell me what it is so that I can make it better.”
     “It’s—I can’t bring myself to say it,” I cried again.
     “Just say it, whatever it is. Get it out so you feel better,” he coached.
     I love you so much Draco. I’ve fallen in love with a Death Eater! I’m a traitor to my own cause and yet I love you, I love you and I hate myself for it. “I—can’t,” The words died on my tongue. That’s when I felt his fingers on my chin, turning my head to face him.
     “Look in my eyes. Now,” he said in a commanding voice and I opened my eyes and stared into his handsome face. “I hope you see me as more than just a Death Eater.”
     “I do, it’s just that—I can’t.”
     “I love you Granger,” he said and my eyes fell closed. It was music to my ears and yet those words coming from him were the last words I ever wanted to hear.
     “Thank you,” I said stupidly. I didn’t know what else to say.
     “I tell you I love you and your response is thank you?”
     “I’m sorry, I know its not what you want to hear,” I murmured. That’s when I began to grow angry. “How do you do that?”
     “Do what?” he asked, confused.
     “You say it so easily, without a care in the world.”
     “I have plenty of cares, and worries just like you, but saying it is easy. You say it. I know you feel the same way.”
     “I can’t, and I’m sorry, but I don’t,” I lied and I tried to sit up but he forced me back down on the bed where he crawled over top of me.
     “You’re hiding something from me, I feel it.”
     “No. I’m Muggle-Born. Supposing I did return your feelings for me. What good would it do me? Loving you is the worst possible thing that could ever happen.”
     “Is having sex with me the worst thing too?” he said and I felt his hands snake themselves inside my robe. Goose bumps erupted over my entire body and my nipples pebbled upon feeling his touch.
     “I can’t do this. Please, you must let me go,” I begged and Draco slowly retreated.
     “This day just keeps getting worse,” he muttered as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head buried in his hands.
     “I can’t love you. Next week you’ll be married anyway. As much as I hated seeing that—that costume, it’s better that I did. I’m sorry, but this is over between us.”
     “No,” Draco shook his head. “I say when its over.” He looked like a wounded animal and I knew that I’d hurt him.
     “You are my Liege, and if you order me to then I must continue to see you, but I do not wish to. May I go now my Liege?”
     “You want to go? Go! Go on then. Leave!” he howled.

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     Nearly a week had passed since I’d seen the blond, and I missed him dreadfully. I spent my days tending to the business of the Brothel and at night I cried myself to sleep and awoke on a soggy pillowcase. The girls had arrived back from their holiday and things had more or less returned to normal as we all fell back into our old routines. Something had changed though, and I no longer looked forward to my day. I caught myself more than once staring at the door each time a patron entered the establishment. I held my breath each time it opened and then I let out the breath I was holding when it wasn’t Draco. I wasn’t certain which I wanted. On the one hand I was dying to see the hot, sexy Liege and then on the other I knew it wasn’t healthy to pine over a soon to be married man who just so happens to be a Death Eater and a high ranking one at that. “I say ye’ should just feck him. We comfort women we are, and the Liege needs comforting too, don’t he?” Jasmine said. It was a feeble attempt by Jasmine at fixing my broken heart but I appreciated it nonetheless. I smiled and shrugged. “Half my customers are married men, Madam Rose. Am I sposed to hate on myself for it? Iffin Old Darky Fucker would just let them marry who they wanted then nobody would be here at all. We’d all be out of a job because they’d be loving on their wives instead of us.”
     “Thanks Jasmine, but I made up my mind and that’s that.”
     “You love him don’t ye?” I gave her a lopsided grin and then I busied myself as I sorted silverware.
     “You coming with us to the New Years Eve ball, aren’t ye?” she asked and I had forgotten all about the grand ball that took place once a year. It was known as the Liege’s Ball. Once a year the entire town of Blind Falls gathered together where they feasted on turkey and ham, potatoes and pies and then afterwards they tripped the light fantastic dancing into the New Year. It was one of the few town activities that also pertained to Mudbloods, meaning that we were also invited. Of course we couldn’t dine with the Liege, those seats were reserved for the Nobles and for other Pureblood arseholes, but we did get to eat together in the same hall and we all shared the dance floor in the private ballroom. I usually went for the mere fact that I picked up a lot of clients who would then make The English Rose one of their regular stops. I would network and introduce the girls to snobby Purebloods who could line their pockets with gold in exchange for…comfort. Ron hated the annual ball so he always opted to stay home. This year I would join him. I couldn’t bear to watch Draco dance the night away with Astoria, a woman who didn’t deserve him and who didn’t even love him.
     “I won’t be going this year,” I said in a quiet voice like a mouse. “But you all go and have fun. Make some contacts and get us some new customers. Take our business cards and pass them out, but be discreet about it.”
     “Ye’ have to go! Come on, I know how much you love da ball.”
     “Not this year,” I said as Ginny breezed through the doors of the Brothel. She was dressed to the nines and her hair was done up in braids and piled atop her head like a Greek goddess or something. She looked beautiful although she overdid it with the foundation, I suppose to cover the unsightly freckles that marred her now womanly face.
    “’Mione, you’re not ready yet?” Ginny said when she saw the drab frock that I was wearing.
     “I’m not going this year. Give my regards to—Malfoy.”
     “Give them to him yourself. You have to go, in fact everyone does. It’s mandatory according to my darling friends at the Pureblood Womens Auxiliary.”
     I wanted to throttle Ginny for calling the PWA darling. Those women were liken to pit vipers, and one or more of them had actually spat at me on the street on more than one occasion. Ginny though, had been spending all her time with those Pureblood buzzards. At least it kept her busy though and kept her out of my hair and more importantly out of Ron’s. “I don’t even have a dress unless you count the same dress that I wore last year to the ball,” I said and Ginny frowned.
     “No offense ‘Mione, but you’re a Mudblood, so nobody will even notice that you’re wearing the same dress. Me on the other hand…”
     “Ginny, that was really unkind.”
     “It was? Gosh, I’m sorry. Maybe I’ve been hanging out with my new friends too much and it rubbed off on me?” she said in her own defense and I just rolled my eyes. “Go get dressed! Hurry up, we’re going to be late. Where’s my brother?”
     “Right here and I’m not going so just piss off,” Ron said as he stood up from behind the bar where he was organizing the liquor bottles.
     “Suit yourself,” Ginny said rudely and she turned her nose in the air at Ron. “It’s your loss. You won’t get to dance with me though.”
     “I wouldn’t want to dance with you, since you’re my bloody sister,” he said under his breath so that only Ginny and I heard and Ron’s face was turning purple when he said it. “Honestly, doesn’t George need you back to work in the Joke Shop or something?”
     “You want me gone then let’s go to your bedroom and do the deed, then I’ll go!” Ginny said all while smirking and that’s when things went from bad to worse. I saw Tuesdee, Ron’s girlfriend, long before Ginny did as she charged at the redhead. “Ow! You bitch!” Ginny yelped out in pain when Tuesdee’s fist collided with Ginny’s nose. I dropped my eyes and smiled. She had it coming. Tuesdee was mild and meek, a totally unassuming young woman, so for her to do such a thing at all was more than unusual. Ginny had that effect on people though. That in itself was bothersome. Her comment about Harry was even more worrisome, not to mention her flippant, passive aggressive comments that were directed at me. Something was off about her and I didn’t trust her, not in the least. She fit in too well with the other Pureblood women of Blind Falls, and that was disturbing.
     “Ro—Rob, fetch her a towel,” I finally said when it was clear that nobody else planned on coming to her rescue. “She will bleed all over the floor.”
     “I hope she does,” Tuesdee spat. “Serves you right for being such a low down, dirty ho!”
     “She has a point,” Ron chuckled as he passed me a towel to which I held to Ginny’s bleeding nose.
     “I swear, if you got blood on my dress,” Ginny said through tears.
     “It’s a red dress, nobody will see the blood,” I said coldly as I held her back and pinched her nose in order to stop the flow of blood. I could have used my wand, but I didn’t want to waste a spell on her.

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     “Just fix it, and fast!” Ginny demanded and so I reluctantly waved my wand and chanted a simple spell to heal broken noses. “It better be mended properly too, I’m likely to receive a proposal tonight.”
     “Oh? But I thought you were already married to George,” I said as I helped the redhead dab makeup over the deep bruising around her eyes which made her look like a raccoon. The makeup only made her look worse as you can only cake so much on before you begin to look like a wax museum figure and she definitely did.
     “We’re not exactly married. We’re just engaged is all.”
     “I see,” I said doubting everything that she said. “So this new man then…He’s from Blind Falls?”
     “That he is.”
     “Pureblood I take it?”
     “Of course,” Ginny responded as she picked up a tincture bottle thinking it was perfume and applied an ample spritzing behind her ears and between her breasts, all without ever asking if she could use it. I had to stifle a giggle because what she in fact used was not perfume at all but was rather a homemade rodent repellant. Ron must have recently sprayed the place for mice and forgot and left the repellant on the counter of the bathroom. I didn’t bother to tell her though which was quite mean of me come to think of it. Oh well, her comments towards me were hurtful and she had it coming I told myself.
     “Do I know him?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. I was suddenly filled with a looming sense of dread. Please don’t say it’s Draco.
     “Yes,” she beamed.
     “Is it… Draco?” I asked and I bit the inside of my cheek.
     “I know what you’re going to say, but he was heartbroken after what you did to him. Yes, he told me all about how you chucked him. Good for you though. It was preposterous to begin with, what with him being a Liege and you being a Mudblood.”
     “You know Ginny, if I didn’t love your parents and Ron and George, Charlie and Bill and even Percy, so very much I might say something right now that is unbecoming of a lady, but I have to tell you that what you just said to me is so hurtful—“
     “Astoria can’t bear children. Draco must produce a Pureblood heir, and so must I. It’s perfect really.”
     “He doesn’t love you,” I said as I fought back the wall of tears that were clogged like a dam behind my eyes.
     “That will come in time. We are on solid footing though in the sex department. We figured, why wait! He’s quite good in bed isn’t he?”
     “You slept together? It hasn’t even been a week,” I said and tears spilled down my cheeks.
     “I think he’s going to propose tonight. I’m so excited. So come on then, are you going dressed like that? Oh dear, I upset you. I’m so sorry. You know though, it was written in the stars for us. You did the right thing blowing him off, and you’ll find a nice Mud—Muggle born man and you’ll be happy. We should go or we’ll be late,” Ginny said and she wadded up a tissue and roughly wiped my tears away. I could have sworn I saw her grit her teeth though.
     “I’m not going at all,” I said. “Go to the New year’s Eve ball, Ginny. Just get out of my sight this instant,” I said and I showed her to the door where I opened it. She wrapped herself in a fur stole and then she whisked through the door with a cloud of rodent repellent following her like a noxious cloud. I slammed the door hard behind her.

     “Now that we’re alone, get dressed. We’re leaving,” Ron said.
     “Where are we going?”
     “There’s a meeting tonight in Cobs Grove. Potter’s Army, remember?”
     “Oh that. What time does it start?” I asked. I was still fuming over Ginny’s bombshell.
     “We still have a couple hours. The checkpoints should be light getting out of here what with the ball going on tonight, most the Death Eaters will be there instead.”
     “I will go with you,” I said and Ron smiled. He looked relieved too. “But first, I have to go to the ball. I have to have a word with Draco Malfoy first. Wait for me as long as you can. If I’m not back in time go on without me and I’ll catch the next meeting.” At that I charged up the stairs and rifled through my closet. I threw on a sleek little number that accentuated my figure. It was a red dress that fell just below the knee, a Muggle dress, with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. It was not at all appropriate to wear to the ball. Too revealing. I swept my hair up into a messy bun and I slipped on a pair of matching high heels. “You love me do you? Liar. Just wait until I see you tonight Draco,” I muttered to myself angrily. “And Ginny better watch out,” I said as I tossed my wand into my clutch, evening bag, smeared dark crimson lipstick on my lips and then threw on my winter coat. I had a plan. “Eat your heart out my Liege.”

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     The feast was amazing despite my desire to see Malfoy’s dinner fail. Was it too much to ask that everyone get sick from food poisoning after wolfing down the extravagant meal that Malfoy’s elves prepared for the town of Blind Falls? I pushed my peas around on my plate with a silver fork, mind you the flatware looked to be made of real silver not the silver plated rubbish that I used at the Brothel. Needless to say I was not in a good mood and that was putting it mildly. “Booty-ful,” a wizard said and he scooted in beside me. I turned to him and smiled politely. “Save a dance for mwah? Yes?” he asked and he tapped me on the shoulder. I nearly gagged from his breath and I tried my best to ignore his advances, advances that continued throughout the dinner and that’s when I decided that he was plastered drunk.
     The Purebloods were at the front of room where they dined at a long table. Behind the Purebloods were the Halfbloods and then in the back, near the wall, were the Mudbloods. That is where I was, with my own kind and yet still I could hear Ginny’s laughter as it rose above all the dinner chatter. More than once I peered over at Draco. He looked dashing in black tails and his hair looked silky smooth. Perfect even. Typical, I scoffed. I watched as he raked a hand through that glorious hair, hair I once stroked my fingers through while we made love. His manners were impeccable and he managed just the right amount of dinner conversation to the Noble man on his right, all while taking medium sized bites from his turkey and potatoes. I was staring intently, a true exhibition of poor table manners. That’s when he looked up and saw me, and I didn’t turn away as our eyes met from across the room. He exchanged pleasantries with the gentleman and then he folded his napkin and left it on the table as he rose from his chair and started towards me. Now what? You idiot, what do you plan to say? Suddenly Ginny was clinking her spoon against her water glass as if to make a toast, and Draco stared at me but then retreated to his seat as Ginny stood from her chair.
     “Friends I have an announcement, unless our fine Liege would prefer to make it?” she said and Draco looked caught off guard. He waved his hand in dismissal and told everyone to carry on with their meals as he addressed the towns’ people. He then leaned over and yanked Ginny back down into her seat. “Our esteemed Liege is just a bit shy,” Ginny stood again where she continued. “I won’t bore you to tears with a long speech, so let me just say that I will soon be your Lady, officially that is, as my dear Draco has asked me to marry him! Isn’t it wonderful? I look forward to meeting everyone, but that may have to wait because I’m so smitten with my future husband on this fine evening. I love you darling,” she said and she raised her glass in the air to which everyone in the hall followed suit. “To Draco Malfoy, my future husband and your fine Liege.”
     “Bitch,” I muttered to myself as I stood from my seat and threw my napkin down on the floor. It was disgusting, her flaunting herself as she leaned over and smoothed her hands over his face and then gave him an impromptu kiss. I’d seen enough and I raced from the grand hall where I pushed open the doors that led to the veranda. It was miserably cold outside but Malfoy must have cast warming spells because the flowers bloomed on the patio and the snow and ice was all but gone. It was chilly but it wasn’t cold which was good because I left my coat back inside. Once outside I took a deep breath and then exhaled. That’s when I noticed a wizard, a Pureblood by the looks of it. His clothes were just too nice and he was smoking a pipe as we shared the veranda with each other. I turned away as not to have to face him, I just wanted to be alone, but then he was there at my side pestering me.
     “Your name is Rose is it not? You run the Brothel.”
     “Yes,” I said politely. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather be alone right now.”
     “But I do mind, Rose. I’ve been meaning to drop by your establishment.”
     “Yes and you should. We’d love to have you.”
     “Would you now?” the man of about forty said and I jumped when I felt his hand squeeze my arse.
     “I think you misunderstood my intentions,” I said and I made for the door.
     “I don’t think I did one bit. How about a small sample? It seems we’re alone and I know what they say about Mudblood girls.” He stood in my way impeding my path while he wagged a forest face of eyebrows at me.
     “And what do they say?” I asked but I could have cared less at his response. The truth was he creeped me out, bigtime, and in my haste to leave the dining hall where Ginny threw herself at Malfoy, I left my purse on my seat which of course held my wand. I felt naked without it.
     “They say that they can’t get enough Pureblood cock—that they will suck a man dry and then beg for more.”
     “No, that’s not remotely true, now if you don’t mind—excuse me!” I shouted when his hand shot forward and grabbed me between the legs. “Get your damn hands off me you pervert!” I pushed at the wizard.
     “I like it when a girl struggles,” he said and then I was being pushed forward against the brick wall of the house.
     “You really don’t want to mess with me,” I warned as I struggled to turn around and face him, intent on clocking him square in the nose and kicking him where it really hurt. I was no waif and I was not afraid to fight but he was twice my size as he slammed me again against the wall. This time all the air was knocked out of me and as I struggled to catch my breath I heard a zipper being unfastened. I knew what was coming next and I shuddered at the thought as I struggled against him. I was not going to be raped, not while I had a breath left in me. “A fighter, even more fun,” he laughed and then I felt his hands against my backside and his knees between my legs, forcing my legs apart.
     “I belong to Draco. I’m his, you have to let me go.” I tried to say but it did no good and I felt his erection up against my bare arse as my panties were torn away and my dress pushed up around my middle. “I’m his slave. I belong to Draco Malfoy, your Liege and you can’t do this to me!” I shouted.
     “I don’t give a flying fuck who you belong to. Right now you belong to me, Mudblood,” he said. “Now hold still so I can stick it in,” he said when my wriggling and writhing to break free began to anger him.
     “You really should have listened to her,” I heard a voice say and then suddenly there were no more grubby mitts pressing me to the wall. I whirled on my feet and I pulled back my fist, ready to clobber the jerk with everything I had in me. I stopped though when I heard the sound of breaking bones and then a low moan. Draco was standing over the man who was now laying flat on his back. “Are you alright?” Draco said and he clutched onto me for dear life. He held me by my shoulders where he checked me over.
     “No, I mean yes, I’m alright, just a little shook up,” I said in an attempt to assure him.
     “Did he? Did he…Did his cock…?” the blond stumbled for his words.
     “He didn’t rape me. No, Draco, it’s okay. I’m okay. He may have brushed his pathetic little prick up against my backside but only for a second,” I howled at the man and I kicked him hard in the leg.
     “His cock touched you?” Draco said as if it were the most disgusting thing in the world, which really it was.
     “Just brushed up against me, it wasn’t a rape, although it was!” I kicked him again, my heel digging into the back of his thigh this time. He yelped out in pain.
     “You fat, fucking, piece of shit! You come to my house and try to rape my woman?” Draco said and he lost it. His hand was swollen from where he punched him that much I could see and then his wand came out.
     “I didn’t know she was yours,” the man pleaded as he staggered to his feet.
     “Yes you did, because she told you!” he shouted and his voice was booming he was in such a rage. “She told you she belonged to me. Should I come to your fucking house and rape your wife perhaps? Maybe your daughter too?” Draco said and he stuck his wand into the man’s mouth.
     “Draco, he’s not worth it. I’m alright,” I urged and I tugged on his sleeve. “Please, just hold me.”
     “Beg me not to do it,” Draco said in an icy manner, and he stuck his wand deeper into the Pureblood’s mouth.
     “Please, don’t do it. I’m sorry. I was—I wasn’t going to do anything, really!” the man pleaded with the blond.
     “You dare to lie to me? Your cock is out Liege,” Draco said to the wizard and my jaw fell open.
     “Why did you call him Liege?” I asked but Draco ignored me. “Draco, is this wizard a Liege?” I kicked a Liege?
     “He is indeed. Rode up here with his pretty little wife and their fourteen year old daughter. They were my guests, until he decided to rape the woman I love!”
     “Love? She’s just a slave, she said so herself. Come, let us go inside and pour a drink and hash this out like gentlemen,” the man said but Draco could not be calmed and he pushed his wand down the wizard’s throat until he gagged on the tip.
     “I don’t think I feel like talking. I feel like fucking though. What say I go and get your wife and fuck her while you watch?”
     “Please, Draco, we’re brothers in arms. I was wrong.”
     “Say you’re sorry to Rose. Now!”
     “I am! I’m sorry, Rose!”
     “Draco? Come and hold me,” I said when I saw the look on the blond’s face. He was still stark raving mad and I saw his finger twitch on his wand, something I’d seen him do only once and that was back in our second year when he dueled Harry before all the DADA classes. He meant to throw a spell. If I’d had my wand I could have disarmed him once I saw his tell, but alas I didn’t.
     “Crucio!” he chanted and green sparks lit up the night. “That’s for touching my sweet Rose with your festering cock.”
     “Draco, please stop,” I said and the wall of hurt I’d been holding onto for days finally broke through the dam as tears freefell down my face. I stood there watching the Liege use an Unforgiveable curse on my would be rapist and this time the words did not die on my tongue. “I love you so much, but this… I don’t love.”
     “What did you say?” the blond said and he dropped his wand and the putrid green light ceased as he approached me.
     “I love you.” I just stood there, vulnerable and half naked in the warm night air. I put the words out there for Draco to hear, and out there they were. They were in his world now, a world where he held all the power and I had none, and I worried what he’d do with that power now that he knew the truth. “I love a Death Eater and a Liege, and I’m a traitor to my cause, but I love you Draco Malfoy.”
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