Malfoy's Slave (discontinued)

Chapter 1 Malfoy Manor

PLEASE NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS, PLACES AND MAGICAL CONCEPTS BELONG TO JK ROWLING AND HER BOOKS.
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I sat on the cold, hard floor, staring at the same grimy walls in the same dark, stinky room I did everyday. It's a dump. And I have to call in home.

I don't know anything about my past, my history. All I know is my name, Cherry Potter, and that I am slave for a family called Malfoy. I hate my life, as all I do is cook and clean, cook and clean. Then, when I'm done, I'm sent straight back down to here, the basement, where I live.

I've never been outside Malfoy Manor and my main master, Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa Malfoy are horrible! The food is horrible; usually stale bread and corn, and I don't even get paid! In fact, there's only one plus to my dull and repetitive life, and that's Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco. He's exactly the same age as me, although I don't know what that is, and he's drop dead gorgeous! Seriously, I'm surprised he doesn't have a zillion girlfriends!

He's usually the one who comes down here to give me my terrible food in a silver platter. I always seem to get all fluttery and giggly when he comes down, no matter who hard I try not to. We'll I'm a teenage girl with hormones aren't I? What do I expect?

Wait, I think that's him now! I hastily put my hair behind my ears and straitened out my dirty, crumpled dress. I try to keep a cool, casual expression on my face, but I can't help but grin. I mean, I just can't do it! It's not worth it though. I know he would NEVER go for a freak like me, especially since I'm his slave too!

I hear Draco's foot steps on the cold, stone stairs and my heart skips a beat. I know I'm acting stupid, but I can't help it. At last, he arrives at the bottom most step, but he doesn't have a plate of food. At first I was disappointed. I was actually really hungry at that moment. But my disappointment was quickly overcome with curiosity. Why was he here? Did he choose to visit me without a reason?

Lost In my own thoughts, I completely forget that Draco is standing there. He breaks the silence with a clear of his throat, and I am brought back to my senses.

"Um..." he begins awkwardly, but with in a second he loses all shyness and is back to his slow, menacing drawl, the one that gives me butterflies in my stomach and goose bumps all over my body, and I grin like a kid in a candy store.

"Yes?" I say curiously, and immediately wish I didn't. He gave me the look. The look that says, 'Damn, that girl's weird!'
I don't blame him either.

"I mean," I say in my politest voice. "How can I be of your assistance?"

Draco snorts, then says "You need to mop the Entrance Hall. A visitor has befouled it with muddy footsteps."

"Oh." I mutter, embarrassed of my assumption that he was here to talk to me. Then without thinking, I blurt out, "Why don't you?!"

I immediately regret my decision. speaking foal of or to a master was punishable by 18 strikes with the whip. I hated the whip. I did NOT want to get whipped today, not ever again! It hurts so bad!

Malfoy smirks and says, "I can't. I'm packing for school."

Oh, I forgot. Draco goes to some boarding school. I think it's called Wogtaughts, Pigfarts, Hogchores, or something weird like that.

"Hmp!" I huff. I stand up off the slimy floor and follow him out out of the basement. The bright light is piercing, even Draco seems to be sheiding his cold, grey eyes, and he's only been down there a few minutes. He leads the way into the Entrance Hall, where I find a mop and a soapy bucket of water waiting for me, and get to work.

"Bye." says Draco.
I turn to look at him and give him a half-hearted smile. Life wasn't so bad. Well, as least not with Draco Malfoy around...