Summary: In a world where muggle-born women are bought as slaves for the pleasure of wizards, Hermione did not have much to look forward to. That is until Prince Harry came along. AU fic.

Author's Note: First off, it feels great to be back! Oh, how I have missed you all! I have had this story lying around for months now, but I haven't gotten around to posting it. So feedback will be much appreciated as inspiration for me to keep going.

This story will take place during a distant time in the past where magic does exist. For the most part, the story will be in Hermione's POV but it will also be in Harry's POV from time to time. Rated M for later chapters. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: As always, HP belongs to the fabulous mind of J.K. Rowling. I am just borrowing them for awhile. =]

CH. 1-Life As We Know It

"You know Hermione you should at least try to look more presentable. How will you ever be chosen if you do not display your attributes to the wizards?" a girl named Cho said to me.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her antics. "I have absolutely no desire to be chosen only to be a slave to service wizards whenever they please. I may be a muggle-born, but I am still a human being who deserves to be treated with human dignity," I asserted up at her from my place on the floor.

"Well, you do have one thing right. You are muggle-born and you need to accept that your position in wizard society will never change. It has been this way for decades. You can't change what is meant be," Cho answered before flipping her long black hair behind her and walking away.

I sighed and placed my book to the side. I was 17 years of age, and in the magical world it was the coming of age. It was a time for parents to marry off their young to suitable mates. But for muggle-borns it was a time of pure agony. For in wizard society, muggle-borns had no rights, especially the women. They were meant to be the slaves of wizards to service them sexually and any other way that was seen fit. Wizards were allowed to claim a slave to fulfill their every need until a proper spouse was chosen. It was seen as a sign of weakness and impropriety for a wizard not to have a slave at the coming of age. It has been done this way for over a century and nothing has ever changed.

Muggle-born women were treated as the lowest of the low. Animals were only seen as secondary. They were not allowed to learn magic or go to magic school. If one were caught using magic with a wand, they would be hung at daybreak at the town's centre. The only hope for a muggle-born woman was to be purchased by a young wealthy wizard to service them until they were no longer deemed useful. Only then could you be free. Free to live your life in poverty and destruction.

Rolling my shoulders back to relieve the tension, I went back to reading my book. Turning the book open, I looked down at my bookmark. Grasping the bookmark in my hands, I traced my fingers lightly over the image. It was actually a painted portrait of my parents and I. I felt hot tears roll down my cheek as I remembered the times I had spent with them. I had been taken away from them at age 11. That is the age when muggle-borns show signs of their magic core and the Department of Magic becomes alerted. The child is removed immediately from the home and placed into the hands of slave owners who train and provide them with shelter until they become of age.

I have never seen my parents since that day, as it was forbidden for us to leave the charge of the slave owners. I missed them dearly and I always wondered how they were doing. Did they miss me? Did they ever produce another child? Did I have siblings? I would never know the answer to any of these questions and it created a pain deep in my heart.

"Stand up pretty, we have a potential suitor!" Elise, my slave owner, announced ringing a bell to get our attentions.

I closed my book once again and remained seated. Elise walked over to me and rolled her eyes at me. "Hermione don't embarrass me again. Why must you engage in this insufferable behaviour? You know your position in life. Do you really want to be banished?" She asked me with a raise of her eyebrow.

I did not respond and she moved on down the line muttering to herself. If muggle-born women were not chosen by their 17th birthday, they were banished from the town to live a life among the other outland dwellers. Personally, I did not find anything wrong with that scenario. Anything was better than becoming a mindless servant.

"Oooh, he is an attractive suitor! And I heard that he's a prince!" Cho gushed to the other hopeful slaves waiting in line to be chosen.

I glanced in the young man's direction that had recently become the topic of discussion. He was tall with unruly black hair and emerald green eyes. He was standing by the royal carriage currently speaking in hushed tones with what appeared to be his father figure. I listened in as they walked closer to the line.

"Godfather, I do not want to do this," the young man pleaded.

"Harry, how many times must we go over this? I don't want to speak of this matter anymore. You will choose your servant or I will choose her for you. Do you understand young man?" his godfather asserted, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Yes sir," He replied dejectedly, moving away from his position at the carriage.

"I will speak with the slave owner and I will come see what you have decided on in a few moments time," the man spoke before walking towards Elise.

The young man named Harry shuffled his feet for a bit before walking over in our direction. Immediately all of the girls stood straighter, making sure their breasts could be seen spilling out slightly from their dresses. I shook my head in amusement deciding to go back to my book.

"What is your given name?" Harry asked a girl.

I glanced up from my book to see him speaking with Cho. I smirked in amusement. Of course he would choose her. She was definitely a sight to see with long silky black hair, almond shaped eyes, and a bright inviting smile. For as long as we have known each other growing up, the boys of the town had been taken with her and she always used that to her advantage. They could not wait until the day she would turn of age, and that time was now.

"Cho," She answered pleasantly.

"Nice to make your acquaintance," He responded politely with a handsome smile.

I snorted aloud at their banter before I could stop myself. I quickly dived back into my book trying to disappear. I heard feet shuffling towards me and I felt my heart start to race.

"You don't stand in the presence of royalty? Interesting," His voice said above me.

I pretended to ignore him, focusing on the pages of my book. I felt my book being released from my hands and I looked up in shock and anger. The moment his green eyes connected with mine, I felt my body shiver.

"'Quantum Mechanics and the Astrology of Force'," He read aloud with the book in his hands. "Sounds dreadful to me. I never did understand quantum physics. You must be fairly intelligent. What is your given name?"

"May I have my book back?" I asked, reaching my hand out impatiently.

"Ah, so she does speak. But you didn't answer my previous question. I will make you a trade. Your given name for the book," He said with a smirk adorning his features.

"Hermione," I spoke softly grabbing the book from his hands.

"That's beautiful. Shakespeare right?" He asked me in affirmation.

"Yes," I answered with a nod.

"I'm Harry, Prince of House Black, but I prefer just Harry. How long have you been here?" He asked. I gave him a look. "Of course, silly of me. I mean obviously since you were at least 11. I guess what I meant was, why are you still here? Why haven't you been chosen as a servant?"

"I have no desire to be used as cattle for the pleasure of a wizard. I do not wish to ever be chosen," I asserted.

He raised his eyebrows in a look of shock. "You would rather be banished to live with the dwellers?" He asked in bewilderment.

"What I want is freedom and if that's the only way I will receive it, then it suits me just fine."

"You are definitely something else. And what if you are chosen? What if you are chosen by someone who treats you with respect and honour?"

"I would laugh and say that person simply does not exist."

He smiled at me with that smile of his that I was beginning to enjoy before his godfather called him.

"Harry, have you found a suitable servant?" the man asked, looking between his godson and me curiously.

"Um, yes I have," He answered shuffling his feet again, which I noticed he seemed to do a lot.

"Who is it?"

I was fully prepared for Harry to choose Cho, I mean who wouldn't? That's why it came as a complete shock to me when he said—

"I chose her. Hermione," He announced looking at me.

In the palace of Black—

The royal carriage we were in stopped in front of a large estate, or palace I should say. The doors opened and servants quickly stood in place to attend to Prince Harry and King Black as I had come to know. King Black got out first, followed by his godson. I nervously made my way out of the carriage and as I was about to take my first step on the ground, I saw a hand reach out in front of me. I looked down in surprise to see Harry's hand reaching forward to help me out. I blushed slightly before taking his in mine and placed both feet on the ground. King Black gave him a disapproving look and I quickly looked down at the ground. Great, it was my first day here and I was already creating trouble. I could practically hear Elise in my head yelling at me to act in a manner proper to my station. To be fair, he had been the one to reach out for me…

I followed behind the men as they made their way into the palace. Servants bowed in respect as we passed. I tried not to make any noises at the sight before me. It was huge! There had to be at least 20 rooms in this place. Expensive crystal could be seen hanging from the chandeliers and the floor sparkled as if it had just been waxed down. Everything about this place screamed wealth and I felt extremely uncomfortable being here.

"Harry, be sure to show Hermione where she will be sleeping and take her to Ms. LeFont for her scheduled duties when you are finished," King Black told his godson.

Harry nodded before his godfather took his leave. I swallowed deeply. I had an idea what my duties would be and I felt my heart race at the thought. I wished Cho had been chosen instead. I was not prepared for this.

"Follow me," Harry said, distracting me from current thoughts. I walked behind him up the long staircase until we reached the top landing. He walked on down towards the right and I continued to follow, taking in the sights. I couldn't help but gasp as we passed by a room that could only be described as the greatest place alive.

He turned to look at me at the sound. He watched where my eyes were looking and glanced into the room as well. He smiled smugly as he turned back to me.

"That would be House Black's extensive library. Currently, there are well over 10,000 books in our collection," He said answering my thoughts.

"10-10,000?" I stuttered to get out.

"Yes, come on," He replied before continuing the walk down the hallway.

I wanted to just stay in the library and look at the books. I only had a few warn books in my possession. I have never seen so many books in my life! I sighed and followed him reluctantly. I forced myself to try and start acting more like the servant that I was.

He stopped in front of a large wooden door and pushed it open. It had to be the biggest room I had ever seen in my life. My small childhood home could fit nicely into this room with no problem. Red and gold satin sheets dressed the large bed that looked like it could fit at least 10 people comfortably. Walking further into the room I noticed a balcony that overlooked the gardens.

"This is incredible," I spoke before I could stop myself.

"Yes, it is nice I guess. I just call it my bedchambre though," He answered with a smile.

"And where are my sleeping quarters to be Master Black?" I asked, using the title of respect Elise had drove into our heads we were to use when we became official slaves.

"Ugh, please just call me Harry. Master Black is my godfather and even he detests the title in private settings," He said looking at me.

I held my gaze down and nodded my head. I saw him walk closer to me out of the corner of my eye. He lifted my chin and I looked into his powerful green eyes.

"Why do you act this way? You were sure to put me in my place before my godfather purchased you. What has changed?"

"Everything. I am a slave now and I must act the part or forever be departed from this earth."

"I liked the fire I saw burning beneath those chocolate brown eyes. You may have been bought as a slave, but I will never think of you that way. I believe that people have the right to have their own life. Including muggle-borns. I will make sure that nothing bad ever happens to you. You have my word Hermione. Now please just be yourself again," He said searching deep into my eyes.

"Alright then," I answered with a slight smile.

"That's more like it. As for your sleeping arrangements, as my personal "servant" you are supposed to reside in the same room as me. To service whatever needs I may have," He spoke awkwardly, shifting his feet again.

"Oh," I whispered out. Elise did say that as a slave, the Master could choose whether the slave were to sleep in their chambres or in the servant quarters. I had prayed for the latter.

"Unfortunately, I cannot change this. It would look improper otherwise. Apologies," Harry said with genuine regret.

"It's understandable. Appearances are everything in your station."

"I will take you to Ms. LeFont now. She is in charge of the daily household. She can be stern, but once you get on her good side, she is very pleasant."

Ms. LeFont was a plump woman with dark brown eyes and hair tied in a tight bun. She wore a severe expression on her face that reminded me of a strict schoolteacher. She sized me up with her eyes, walking around me in a full circle. To say I felt uncomfortable would be an understatement.

"Most interesting that Master Potter purchased you above all others," Ms. LeFont said with a shake of her head.

"Master Potter?" I asked in confusion.

"Potter is Prince Harry's given family name. His godfather has raised him since age 1 after his parents' passing," She answered.

"Oh," I muttered feeling pity towards him.

"Now, do you know of your required duties or must I state them for you?"

"Am I not to just serve Master Potter?"

"You are to service his every need and every desire. You are not just a simple servant to wait on him. Yes, if he would like for you to run his errands you are to do them and of course you have duties of household. You will report to me everyday for given chores, but Master Potter's demands must always take precedence. Most importantly, if he has desires of a more sexual nature it is your duty to pleasure him in every way he demands."

I swallowed slowly and looked at her expressionless face. She raised her eyebrow at me before speaking again.

"Is your maidenhood still intact?"

"Yes," I spoke softly.

She shook her head at me in slight amazement. "How are you to service his needs when you have never been bedded? Did Master Black know of this when he allowed Master Potter to purchase you?"

"I-I don't think so."

"I will have to speak with him on this matter. It should not be taken lightly."

"When the time comes, I will do what is required of me."

"That may not come to pass given the situation. Master Black will decide if you are to remain as slave or not."

Ms. LeFont, Master Black, Harry, and I all stood in the main living room later that day to discuss my predicament as I like to call it. I was always proud of the fact that I had my virginity intact. I thought that engaging in such acts should only be done when one was in love. Cho and the other muggle-borns I grew up with had thought it was silly for me to hold onto such thoughts, thinking that I was just being a prude.

"What appears to be the problem Ms. LeFont?" King Black asked.

"It seems that the slave you purchased is pure. As such, I do not think that she possesses all of the experience required to service all of Master Potter's needs until he weds," Ms. LeFont responded, looking at me and then back at him.

"I assumed she would have been touched already. It did not even cross my mind to ask the owner about the matter."

"It is most peculiar. You are most assuredly not at fault Master Black. What course of action do you wish to take?"

"Well, I could send her back and ask the owner to send another that is without maidenhood in her place. Unless you have no problem with the current situation Harry?"

"I do not. It makes no difference to me whether Hermione is a virgin or not. I am not going to have desires that need to be serviced by anyone," Harry asserted, looking at his godfather.

"Harry, of course you will. She will be your slave until you have chosen a suitable wife."

"I am not going to take her maidenhood away to satisfy whatever needs I may have."

"I will not speak to you about this again Harry. You will do as I say. You will not dishonour this house."

I looked at Harry. He looked angrier than I have ever seen before. He had his fist bawled at his sides and his green eyes looked menacing. I did not want to get him into trouble because of me. He caught me staring at him and looked back at me. I saw his face soften up a bit before he settled his eyes back at King Black. He shook his head before departing towards the staircase.

"Thank you for letting me know about the matter Ms. LeFont. You are excused," Master Black said as Ms. LeFont bowed and took her leave.

I turned to walk out with her as well before he called me back. "Wait a moment Hermione." I stopped my movement and awaited his orders. "My godson is incredibly stubborn, just as his father was. When the time comes, you may have to initiate the actual act. As a servant to this house, you will do what is required of you or you will be replaced. Do you understand?"

I nodded once before he allowed me to leave. Did he just give me permission to force myself upon his godson?

I walked into Harry's bedroom chamber and saw that he was already dressed for bed in a lightweight shirt and long trousers. He stared at me for a moment before moving to toss some of the bed covers down on his mattress. I made my way towards the floor at the foot of the bed and prepared to lie down.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"I am going to retire if that is alright with you," I replied looking at him strangely.

"Yes, but why are you moving to sleep on the cold floor? You can share the bed with me. It's more than enough room. You have my word that I will not lay a hand upon you," He asserted, patting the other side of the bed for me.

My heart pounded a little faster in my chest at the thought of knowing that I would be sharing a bed with a man for the first time. Let alone a Prince for that matter. I moved nervously towards the other side of the bed and waited for him to get in first before I followed suit. He lifted the covers back over both of us before blowing out at the candles. There was something that was bothering me that I needed an answer for.

"Master Potter, I mean Harry," I called out to him in the night.

"Yes?" He answered shifting in the bed to face me.

"Why did you not let me be replaced for someone who was more experienced?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Is it odd if I said that I did not want to let you go knowing that another could purchase you instead?" He responded softly.

"No," I whispered back with a small smile coming to my face before I turned over and peacefully closed my eyes.

A/N: I know that Sirius may seem like a jerk in this fic, but I would like to assure you all that he most definitely is not. This society is all about keeping up with appearances. You will see his demeanor start to change for the better throughout the story. Please let me know what you think so that I will know whether to continue on with the story or not. Much appreciated!