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Hermione's Keeper	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Kept Woman:

As many of my readers know it was I, Rita Skeeter, that broke the story of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy and their relationship. Well, I just happen to have a new and possibly far more interesting story about the two supposed ‘love-birds’ that will make everyone salivate for more information.

I was doing my usual sleuthing around in Knockturn Alley and overheard the Madame of a house that will remain unnamed talk about how Hermione Granger was living with them for a short amount of time and how she had secured herself a comfortable living being kept by none other than Draco Malfoy. For those who don’t know what that means I will freely shed some light, Hermione Granger is what’s known as a ‘kept’ woman. Though she tries to make what she has with Malfoy look like an actual relationship it is nothing more than prostitution.

Remember that you heard it here first ladies and gentlemen, Hermione Granger is nothing more than a glorified whore to a wealthy man. He pays for her clothes, her food, her room and board and anything else that she could possibly want and all she has to do is lie on her back and thank him with the oldest act in the book. This reporter raises her brows in horror and surprise at Miss Granger who has always acted so high and mighty but apparently sees nothing wrong with selling herself to get whatever it is she wants.

~~~//~~~

“Marni!” Draco walked in to the building that his company owned, the people sitting at their desks were all standing up to get a better look at him. There hadn’t been an actual Malfoy in the building in just over six years, everyone knew that Draco was a complete shut-in “Marni!”

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy” A tiny, middle aged woman with long thick fiery red hair came jogging over wearing a long tan colored skirt and a white top “I’m right here”

“I need you to get our best lawyers” Draco informed her, they stood outside of an office that should have read Draco’s name but instead still said ‘Lucius Malfoy’ on a gold plate “Then you are to get as much information on Rita Skeeter as possible, then we are going to drive that bitch in to the ground so hard she’ll never get back up”

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy” Marni said with a slow, cruel smirk on her face “Anything else, sir?”

“Have Pansy Parkinson and Lavender Brown called in to see me as soon as they can” Draco went on “I would like you to call in Blaise Zabini, he may be a bit busy but tell him it’s of the utmost importance and have him bring in his wife, get Luna Lovegood” She nodded, making quick notes on a little pad of paper that she was holding, still smiling like a mad woman “And make sure to call in…” He made a face of severe distaste “Neville Longbottom”

“Yes, sir” Marni gushed “Right away, sir…do you need me to get some tea or…whiskey?”

“No, Marni” Draco said, looking to his fathers office “I’ve got to start cleaning my fathers…I mean, my office up a bit”

“If I’m not speaking too out of turn, sir” Marni said, hugging a file to her chest and looking at him with tear-filled eyes “Your father would have been so proud of the man that you’re becoming”

“Thank you, Marni” He smiled “I’m not entirely sure about that but…”

“He may not have agreed with your choice of women” She smiled “But that’s what makes you different from him, that’s the DNA from your mother and it’s what makes you better than your father…children never backslide, you should know that, they only move forward”

Draco watched the woman as she walked quickly down the hallway and to her own office. With a smirk he turned and walked in to the dusty office he’d only visited a few times in his teen years. It was the same as he’d remembered, other than the large amount of dust that had accumulated in the years of disuse. He muttered a spell and watched all that disappear in an instant, in any other office there would be pictures of a happy family, a doting wife and a scrappy young lad that was slowly starting to look more and more like his father. If this had been any other man’s office there would be those pictures, in any other family that ‘lad’ would have gotten his fathers love instead of abuse in that world the father would realize just how much of a pariah he’d made his son, how much the world feared and hated him…in that world the father would care.

Draco looked around as the room started to get smaller, colder, as the walls moved closer, the air was being sucked out of the room and his lungs. His grey eyes moved to his pale hands and noted the shaking and he closed them in to fists, his nails, though rather short, were cutting in to the skin of his palms. His eyes looked around the room, searching for Kippy but she was no-where near him which meant that what was happening wasn’t a panic attack, there was an alarm that went off to call the elf to him when those happened. What was it? The sound of a cold, emotionless, hissing sort of voice filled his ears, ordering him to torture a third year Hufflepuff that was crying for his mother. A cackling laugh that followed a green light that ended the screaming that came from hours upon hours of torture the child suffered. He could hear the pained shrieks of Hermione while she was tortured, his fathers hateful words, his mothers cries in the night while Voldemort allowed her to be violated repeatedly. Draco’s back hit the far wall of the office, somewhere in his mind he knew what was happening now. As he heard each cry, every pleading word, every face of all the classmates that didn’t make it he knew he was helpless. Draco was in pain but it wasn’t a physical pain or an emotional one, it was something deeper within him. He could feel something reaching deep inside of him and pulling away everything that was good about him that made him who he now was and leaving behind only the horror and nightmares. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, Draco realized that it was a Dementor and he was experiencing the Dementors Kiss. A fate worse than death and he was helpless to stop it, Draco had never been able to produce a Patronis spell.

“Expecto Patronum!” A voice shouted, it came through the haze the cloaked demon had cast around Draco, he felt the thing that had been slowly being pulled away from him fall back in to place. It was his soul, he knew that somewhere in his brain but nothing wanted to work anymore, his mind, his magic or even his words “I can’t hold it!” The voice shouted to someone else “I never could hold this spell long and it’s been harder since I lost Fred”

“Expecto Patronum!” A second voice said just as the first spell fell away. The first voice Draco knew was George’s, though why he was at Malfoy, Inc.’s office building was beyond him but the second voice was completely foreign to him.

“Why is it not fleeing?” Asked a female voice, it was shaking and he noted it as Lavender Browns voice.

“Because it’s a strong bastard” The swagger in those words were hard not to know, it was Blaise Zabini himself, a man harder to find than Voldemort had been while Harry was growing up “It has fed on so much of Draco that it doesn’t want to leave but wants to finish what it had started”

“Expecto Patronum!” The unknown voice cried again.

“What do we do, Blaise?” Pansy asked, Draco was surprised to note that he could finally see them, which meant that the Dementor was getting weaker but not weak enough, apparently, to send running. He knew that they needed someone with a stronger magical core than the person holding it off right now.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” The command was shouted through the room, then the office lit up with a blinding white light that had everyone shielding their eyes or risk being blinded. Then the wretched creature was gone, the world started to go back to normal but Draco was very weak and slid down the wall wiping at tears that he hadn’t realized streaked down his face.

“Th…thank you” Draco panted, his eyes raised to the man who had been holding the Dementor off after George’s spell fell through. He was vaguely familiar, golden blonde hair, big blue eyes that made him appear younger than he probably was and also gave him a permanent look of surprise, there was an ugly scar that ran down the left side of his face and made him look like a strange hybrid of Professors Lockhart and Lupin. Good looking but hardened in the way that suggests he often got in fights with people for no reason.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it go running” He said with a smile that would have looked cocky on anyone else and yet made him just look like a sweet, kid “Was never good at that spell, Harry tried to teach me but I was hopeless” He laughed “Better with cameras, got that from my brother” He looked down.

“Who are you?” Draco asked.

“Dennis” He answered “Creevy my brother was…”

“Colin Creevy” Draco finished for him and the man burst in to a blinding smile that made him look just like the kid that the Slytherin just barely remembered “Potters one man fan club”

“That was him” Dennis spoke with a fond memory “I think he liked Potter more than he liked me” Draco nodded his head weakly, seeing Andromeda and Teddy enter the room looking worried.

“Who got rid of it?” Draco asked, he’d been so amazed to see the group that had come to his rescue he never did see who cast the final spell.

“Neville Longbottom” Dennis answered “Wasn’t it amazing?!” He looked at Neville in slight awe, making the tall man blush a little and look away “I didn’t even know he was going to be here, I was just thinking that I was starting to get weak and was going to lose the spell and then Neville walked in, looked at you on the floor, looked at the Dementor and BAM!” He clapped his hands together for effect “He sent the thing flying away for its life!” Draco had just given up on trying to stand, because he was too weak when the little brown haired ten year old came running over.

“Here” Teddy said, holding out a large chocolate bar to him “It helps…it really does” Draco smiled a little and accepted it while Neville and George laughed at how much like his father he’d just sounded.

~~~//~~~

Hermione looked out the window, trying to see if Draco was back yet. It was three days since the Dementor had attacked him at his office building and she was not comfortable with him going on raids with Harry. Even though she knew that they would keep one another safe (she hoped Draco would keep Harry safe it came down to it) but he refused to not leave the house, which was amusing since she had to practically bribe him to leave it before. No one said anything but she and Draco and probably Harry and the others knew that the Dementor had been a ‘welcome back to society’ present sent from Height and she’d spoken to Kingsley about it but he just laughed and told her that she was being mental. She was just turning away from the window when an owl landing on the other side stopped her. It was the owl they’d sent to America two weeks ago, she knew what kind of creeps there were in the wizarding world so she’d just assumed that the Pearing family had killed the bird and weren’t going to answer them. This was a shock. Her hands shook as she opened the letter that had been attached to the owls leg, fed it some treats and then closed the window after it flew off towards its little home in the garden.

Dear Draco,

It’s been a while since my family has heard from you. We wanted to extend a helping hand after the war but was told that you and your mother were prisoners in your own home and your visitors were limited. I am very sorry about your mother and fathers deaths, while I did not really like your father your mother was an amazing woman and if I could go back in time I would have insisted that you and her come back to America with us. As an older man now, I feel like your mother and maybe even you were pleading with my parents and even me to help you guys escape and we failed you. I shall never forgive myself for that.

As to your inquiry about a certain young Vampire/Human hybrid that a receipt said I bought, I did indeed purchase her when she was seventeen. I have enclosed a picture of her to show you that she is in good health and happy with me here in my country. I will admit buying her was a sleazy thing to do but I did it for the right reasons, she is a very beautiful woman and there were a lot of men there with unsavory thoughts going through their minds of what they wanted to do with her. I saved her from that, if you’ve noticed I also purchased eleven more kids, both sexes, all different magical inheritance. Olivia and I got married three years after I saved her, she finished school, she’s a Charms tutor and we’ve got three healthy kids and she’s planning for more. The other eleven kids were either sent back to their parents after the war or were placed with reputable wizarding families in different countries to make them harder to find. I only sent them to new families because I was unable to find theirs or their families were wiped out. I thought it better. I have visited these families first once a month and then once a year and now they are all on their own, they have my information if they need me. You asked in your letter if my family would like to come visit yours in England and I think that would be wonderful. Olivia hasn’t seen her family since before the war that broke out over there, we will have to be kept away from the Ministry for the obvious reasons. Send back a response through the Floo Network to work through the minor details of our visit.

Your friend,
Darren Pearing.

Hermione smiled, she pulled the picture out of the envelope and looked down at it. In the picture there was a tall, slender young woman standing there in her wedding gown with a big, friendly smile, black cherry colored hair that was dark red in the sunlight behind her but black when a cloud moved over the sun, her skin was pale white, she had full red lips and large dark blue eyes. Like her father. Standing next to her was a man with chestnut brown colored hair, sparkling light brown eyes, a tan, a great smile with deep dimples and there was just something about him that just screamed kindness. She felt better looking at their happy smiles, with a sigh Hermione glanced out the window again and then stomped to her bedroom. She put her hair up, took a long hot bath, moisturized her skin, brushed out her hair and picked out her pajamas as if she was going out in to public to let everyone see them. It was almost midnight, she was reading a romance novel, only being able to concentrate just a little bit. When her door squeaked open her eyes snapped up to find Draco standing in front of her with a small smile on his face. He held up a letter for her to see with his brows raised, she’d put the letter that Pearing had sent on his desk so he could see it when he got back. Hermione hadn’t heard him enter the house so she was wondering if maybe she had indeed fallen asleep. He walked over to the bed and sat down, looking at her, it had been days since the Dementor attack and every time he looked at her he heard her pleading voice, her cries and her screams.

“She is safe” He said with a small smile “And from the looks of it, happy”

“I will be happy to meet her” Hermione said “I wonder why she never contacted her family, do you think maybe Darren lied about her happiness with him and he’s been holding her hostage, not allowing her to contact her father or anyone else in her family?”

“I don’t know” He answered honestly “Maybe she’s…I don’t know” He looked away from her as her screams filled his ears again, he sighed and looked at the ground trying to shake the sound from his ears.

“Look at me” Hermione said, she pulled her legs out from under the blankets and moved closer to him “Draco, why don’t you look at me anymore?”

“I do” He said, turning his eyes towards her looking just over her shoulder at the headboard instead.

“No, you don’t” Hermione pointed out to him “You look just over my shoulder or above my head but never at me”

“I hear you, Hermione” Draco said, his grey-blue eyes finally meeting hers “When I look at you I hear you screaming, pleading…claiming your innocence and it hurts”

“But it’s over” Hermione reminded him “It happened but it’s over now”

“It was my fault…I should have…” Draco started but Hermione pushed herself in to his lap, kissing him on the lips to silence his words.

“You could do nothing” Hermione whispered against his pale pink lips “You had to stay alive…”

“It didn’t matter” He whispered back to her “Why did I need to remain alive?”

“So we could have this moment” Hermione answered him “So you could find me, ten years down the line, living in a whore house, considering becoming a prostitute to make ends meet” She pulled herself further up his lap “So you could bring me home with you, so you could save me from a panic attack and you could look Height in the eye and give him that wonderful Malfoy smirk” He raised his face to look in to hers “So you could…”

Draco didn’t let her finish her sentence, he slid his hand in to her hair, cupping the back of her head and pulled her face towards his. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly grew in to the type of passion that one only read about in smutty romance novels. Hermione’s hands moved to his neck, pushing his head back further while his hands moved down her back. He became acutely aware that she was only wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top though it was the start of September and the air was already becoming quite cold. Draco dragged his hand around her front, gently cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. With a gasp Hermione lifted her head, facing the ceiling, she rocked her hips against him creating friction against his already hardened member. Draco trailed feather light kisses down her throat, scraping his teeth against her sensitive skin, nipping her lightly loving the way she’d gasp and rock her hips more urgently against him. He had a sudden memory of her making a comment about not liking sex, not understanding what was so great about it. Hermione lowered her eyes to his face, a questioning expression for him as he’d stopped kissing her, kneading her breast and his arm firmly wrapped around her waist had stopped her rocking hips. A full on Malfoy smirk lit Draco’s handsome face and he gave her nipple a firm twist causing her to gasp and attempt to rock again.

“Have you really never enjoyed sex?” He asked, in a raspy tone.

“Never” She confirmed, a look of slight fear entered her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was fear that he was going to leave her wanting the way Ronald always did or he was going to properly fuck her “I don’t understand how women enjoy it…it’s…boring and just, repetitive”

“Ah” Draco said with a grin “You’ve never gotten off”

“I have” She insisted with a blush.

“With a partner?” He asked, raising a brow and then smirked at her “Thought so” He licked his lips and looked over her body appreciatively “A man who couldn’t or wouldn’t make this body sing might be gay…I’ve dreamt about making you scream in pleasure beneath me since fifth year”

“I don’t think anyone can get me off” Hermione whispered, her face was red, flushed at his words and the heat in his eyes but her sex clenched fiercely in anticipation “I don’t think it can be done” There were words in his eyes, a message that he wanted her to know before he went any further, to make sure that she understood what she was in for and it read: Challenge Accepted.

In one smooth movement that only a Malfoy could pull off without looking like an idiot, Draco stood with Hermione still wrapped around him like Devil’s Snare. She started to protest, claiming that she was far too heavy to be carried around like that and to think of his back but she got a sharp slap on the ass for her words. He dropped her on the bed and looked at her shocked face, leaning over he kissed her again but this time it was hard. His teeth bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to make her moan, his hand reached out and kneaded her breast again before moving lower. He used that hand to push her legs apart, his fingers tickled over her knees, up the inside of her thighs and stopped right at her panties. Hermione scooted her hips down a little trying to make him touch the spot that was practically throbbing with need. He pulled his hand away and stood up straight again and raised a brow at her when she made a small whining noise.

“What do you want, Hermione?” He asked, her eyes narrowed at him and she muttered something “What was that, I couldn’t hear it”

“I want you to touch me” She snapped, her eyes narrowing even more though the heat in them told him that she was more turned on than angry about the treatment.

“Too bad” He answered “You were trying to rush things” She opened her mouth “Oh, Hermione. I think we can agree that I likely have more experience in this area than you so let’s just agree that I’m in charge” The fire that filled her eyes could have melted an iceberg, she was always in charge…how dare he try to take that from her?!

“I…!” She started, he cupped her chin and tipped her head back, his thumb trailed over her bottom lip, pressing against her mouth until she opened her mouth and sucked on the digit.

“Good girl” He whispered with a small smile as she locked eyes with him, not looking away and making a show of not showing any submission, he moaned slightly “The way you so generously suck on my thumb gives me hope for…another area you may be so kind as to suck on later”

“No!” Hermione snapped, pulling her mouth away from his thumb, her eyes were wide with worry but not fear and her cheeks were stained with embarrassment “I’ve only…twice and…Ronald said I was very bad at it”

“It wasn’t a request, Hermione” Draco told her, his eyes promising her that she would indeed be doing whatever he told her to and secretly a part of her wanted to please him in every and any way he asked her to (not that she was going to admit that to him) “It was more a…statement…a promise of sorts”

“But…” She started but his smile made her heart pound, her palms get a bit sweaty and her panties to get soaked all at once. She knew that he was going to fuck her tonight and she was sure that she was going to become addicted to him. That didn’t scare her, she knew he’d stop if she told him to, she knew that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he would make her feel good.

“Take my shirt off” He commanded, wondering how far she’d let him push her “Now”

“I’m not a house-elf” Hermione sneered back at him, he wasn’t disappointed at all. There’s the feisty little lioness that he’d fantasized about, that he’d masturbated to many times in his life.

“I said now, Granger” He pointed out, her eyes darkened with arousal but she didn’t move her hands “I won’t ask again”

“And if I don’t take your shirt off?” Hermione challenged, Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“We can stop if you like” He answered “I’m ambidextrous, I never get bored” Hermione tilted her head, trying to figure out what he meant with that comment then her face turned red as it hit home.

Hermione looked at him for so long he actually was worried that she wanted to stop. He hadn’t been lying, he could use either hand but it did get a bit boring and since she moved in to the house he hadn’t been able to go to a whorehouse. He felt like he’d be cheating on her if he did, even before their “relationship” had taken off, so he was wound pretty tight and could use a little…destressing in his life. Hermione slowly lifted her hands and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, her eyes still locked on his but she couldn’t help but look at his pale torso. It was beautiful, his abs were well defined, his pectorals actually existed (she always assumed he had no upper body strength) and there was a light trail of white blonde hair that was barely visible leading a way under the waistband of his black pants. She ran her hand down his chest, then his abs and then just a finger down his happy trail but he stopped her when she reached his pants.

“Take your clothes off” He said, in a rough voice and she nodded.

She pulled her tank top off and then her shorts and panties as if in a trance. Hermione had always hated her body but for some reason in that moment she felt completely at ease with herself and sexy. Maybe it was because she could physically see what she was doing to him, the bulge in his pants was not easily hidden. It made her feel as powerful as she’d felt when her wand had picked her at Ollivanders Magical Wand Shop. Draco rushed forward, one hand kneading her left breast while his tongue flicked over her right nipple. She gasped at the sudden treatment but he didn’t seem to notice the noise, Hermione was grabbing his hair, holding it in her fist and trying to pull him closer though he couldn’t get any closer. He dropped his hand down to her waist, then around her hip and to her center, running his fingers over her folds, feeling the wetness there. He moved his lips to hers and pushed her gently back to the bed, his index finger slowly entering her. She moaned and lifted her hips up, with that as permission he added another finger moving them in and out. Using his thumb to draw circles on her clit while he fucked her with his fingers loving the sounds of her moans and whimpers the faster he moved.

“You’re so tight, Granger” He said to her, biting her nipple harder than before. She dropped her head back and gasped out his name in pleasure, she was muttering how close she was and he had a feeling she’d only read about what she was coming close to. He would be experiencing her first orgasm with her, the thought made him even more painfully hard than he was before the idea entered his brain “Think you can take another finger, Granger?”

“Oh gods, Draco” Hermione moaned, arching her hips “Oh god…fuck me, please”

“You want to cum on my cock, Granger?” He teased, she nodded fiercely and started playing with her own nipples which was one hell of a turn on. He’d intended on making her cum with his fingers and tongue and then making her cum again with his cock but he was entirely too hard now to even think about teasing her further. He stood and looked down at her and slid his pants off, Hermione’s eyes took in the sight of him and her eyes widened. She’d always assumed that the Malfoy men were likely small in the manhood department area, it wouldn’t be fair to give them looks, money, cockiness and huge cocks…well, looks like life really isn’t fair to everyone because damn he was hung. She frowned, which made him suddenly feel very self-conscious and fidgety because she was looking at him like she was disappointed. He followed her gaze, sure enough she was staring at his cock, it wasn’t small or crooked, multi-colored and he had no diseases that would make it look disgusting so why the hell did she look disappointed? Maybe Weasley was bigger than him…the thought made him a little sick to his stomach and he actually shied away a bit.

“Are you okay?” She asked, her voice was still breathy but she sounded concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked “Not big enough for you?” His eyes quickly lost the hurt expression and adopted a look that he used many times with her, coldness and cruel.

“What?” She raised her eyes to his “No…I”

“It’s fine, Granger” He hissed, grabbing his pants and putting them back on “I didn’t realize that I had to have a certain length and girth to fuck the great know-it-all of Gryffindor”

“No…what?” Hermione sat up, her sex was still clenching but now so wasn’t her heart “Draco…” He grabbed his shirt and swallowed the hurt that was making a lump form in his throat and he left her room without a backwards glance “Draco!” She called after him “I don’t…I don’t understand what I did” The last part of the sentence was whispered to nothing but the darkness of her now empty and cold bedroom.

“Don’t pine after the Gryffindor slut!” Lucius hissed at his fifteen year old son “Don’t fall for her big doe-eyed stare, Draco or her pouty little lips. Don’t believe for one second that she would ever want to be friends with, date or could love a Slytherin and much less a Malfoy!”

“Father” Draco said “I never said that I loved her, just that she is the smartest witch…maybe the dark lord is…” *SMACK* Lucius backhanded his son hard, making his lip split, he held his hand up at Narcissa who was trying to come over to comfort him.

“Listen to me, you ungrateful little shit” Lucius hissed “Granger will never see you as an equal, a servant maybe, a stepping stool sure, a means to an end if the time should arise but she will never see you as good enough to even fuck” He crouched down to where Draco was sitting on the floor “I say these things because I care. She will judge you, weigh and measure you and find you wanting in some way, she’ll laugh at you behind your back with her friends and she will get you in the most vulnerable position possible and make you feel like you’ve done something wrong, like she’s disappointed in you” He pulled his son to his feet “Don’t be weak, Draco. You’re a Malfoy and she’s just a Mud-Blood, good for nothing other than maybe a quick fuck in a broom closet because you don’t want anyone to know that you’d stoop so low”

“I’m sorry, father” Draco whispered, wiping the blood off his chin “I won’t stray away from the plan again”

“Good” Lucius breathed “Just remember what I said and you’ll never find yourself in a sticky situation with the little bitch”

Draco laid in his bed hours after he left Hermione’s bedroom. He’d been so hurt that his father had been right about her that the thought of even getting off through masturbation was laughable. His father had been right, sure he’d been wrong about the situation which would lead to feeling like less of a man or question himself but it had happened. Thank the gods Lucius had died, Draco didn’t think he’d be able to live with the ‘I told you so’ looks and comments he’d get from the snarky bastard. People would assume that it would be Snape that would say something along those lines but he’d have been smart enough to keep his mouth shut, at least Draco had the balls to go after the woman he thought he loved, that’s more than Snape could say. He sighed and sent out a mental apology to the Potions Master, being a jerk even in his own mind to someone else wasn’t going to solve anything. He was going to need to figure out what the hell he was going to do about seeing her tomorrow. Then again, Potter needed him in the office tomorrow, he could go in early and get started on his own research in finding those kids…why should he look for them? This was Granger’s mission and yet he was doing all the hard work, he should just go back to Malfoy, Inc. and continue running his company instead of going to the Ministry and risk seeing Height every day. An owl tapping at his window pulled him out of his less and kind thoughts. Who would be sending a letter at two in the morning? He stood and let the creature in, it dropped off the letter and flew out the window again. Draco ripped in to it pulling the letter out and scanning it before plopping down on the corner of his bed, his stomach clenching in anger.

Draco,

I found some rather interesting information but it was quickly followed up with terrifying and anger inducing news. I was in the ministry the other day, the day of the Dementor attack, dropping off some products that they bought and came across some paperwork in Heights office. It was about half-breeds adults and children, that’s what has you and Hermione in such an uproar isn’t it? I’ve enclosed two of the documents-

Draco snatched the two documents out of the envelope and scanned them, they made him want to vomit, made his hands shake with worry but also fear as well.

Age: 27
Sex: Male
Name: Draco Malfoy
Blood Status: Diluted Pureblood
Creature Pollution: Veela, slight Fey
Creature Status: Half-Veela (Fathers side, partial Fey on his mothers side but not strong enough to make a difference)
Parents: Deceased
Living Status: In Malfoy Manor with paid house-elves and a Muggle born witch (Hermione Granger)
Marital Status: Thought to be in a relationship with Hermione Granger. Blood of any of their offspring will be too polluted for good sale.
Additional Family: Luna Lovegood (Cousin, mothers side)
Price: 200 Galleons
Capture Status: Still Free

Draco dropped the page down to the bed next to him and looked down at the next paper that he’d taken out of the envelope.

Age: 26
Sex: Female
Name: Luna Lovegood
Blood Status: Diluted Pureblood
Creature Pollution: Fey, Fairy, Fair-Folk (one in the same)
Creature Status: Half-Fey (Mothers side)
Parents: Mother deceased, father out of the country (knows nothing)
Living Status: Newly built (eight years ago) Lovegood Tower with Harry Potter.
Marital Status: Single. Mr. Potter moved in with her after gathering enough information about his cheating wife to get a divorce but there is no evidence of a relationship.
Additional Family: Draco Malfoy (Cousin, Mothers side)
Price: 500 Galleons (she can be bred)
Capture Status: Captured

The blonde growled his anger and snatched the letter back up to finish reading what had been written to him. He grit his teeth against the scream that wanted to erupt from his mouth.

-That I think you need you see. They’ve got Luna now, “she can be bred”? they are going to treat her like an animal, auction her off to the highest bidder, some disgusting old man who is going to repeatedly rape her and make her carry his nasty children because Height seems to think that a bunch of half-half-breeds is the way of the future. Whatever it is that you’re doing to take him down, I’m in and I’m bringing a few others with me. Let’s have a meeting at your house, tomorrow at eleven in the morning and I will have the whole team there.

-George.

A/N: Super long chapter, sorry it’s taken so long to write I’ve been working some mad long hours and have been coming home and falling in to bed just to repeat it the next day. But there should be another chapter tomorrow I have that day off as well, this chapter I’ve been writing since 9:30am and it is now 11:23pm and it’s finally done. Please review!!!!
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