The Harem

This was written for the Cross-Gen Boot Camp Challenge over on Harry Potter Fanfiction. I used prompt 1. Tolerance.

With a deep sigh Hermione moved into line with the other girls of the Harem. This was the usual nightly ritual where Lucius Malfoy, the owner of every girl in the vast collection of buildings, would pick his partner for that night. Usually the young witch wouldn't be chosen as she wasn't anywhere near the most beautiful female there as she had merely been a peace offering form her Father who couldn't pay the rent that Lord Malfoy had been demanding.

While she was intelligent she was most certainly the plainest. Her lack of physical beauty placed her at the bottom of the pile which meant that she got all the worst jobs. Luckily for her magic was almost second nature so she could use that to assist her when doing the most unpleasant of her jobs.

Mr Malfoy wandered up and down the line, tapping a finger pensively against his lips. He stopped in front of Hermione. "You, girl, what is your name?"

"Hermione, Sir." Her eyes lifted and she looked him dead in the eye.

"Why are you here when you are clearly nothing to look at?" There were snickers from the more malicious girls.

"I was exchanged for rent." She kept her chin high and proud, not once looking away from him. She wouldn't cower.

"Have you been… Broken in?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You'll do." He dragged her into the house and up to his bedroom, the door closing with a heavy thunk behind her.