Chapter 1: A Slave At The Manor

Disclaimer: If you are a Draco Malfoy fan who enjoys seeing his personality from the books/movie, then this is not the story for you. The Draco Malfoy I am creating will be a bit darker so if you do not enjoy seeing that, then I suggest you try the next story over. For those who would like to see a bit of a darker more lustful Draco…proceed!

Thanks for giving my writing a chance.

Ariana wiped her brow with the back of her hand, knowing good and well no matter what she did, the soot was going to get on her face. She had finally finished scrubbing down the floor, the white marble shining in the dimly lit entrance to the giant manor.

The house always seemed like it was in a dark state no matter how the weather was outside. On the rare sunny day, the front hall would be the only place that shined. Today was not one of those days.

Ariana stood up, checking and stretching her limbs as she did. She shook out her one knee feeling the raw stiffness from kneeling for so long. With one last stretch to her back she dropped the sponge into the now dirty, sudsy water.

She picked it up and began walking steadily towards the hidden hallway off to the left of the giant entrance.

In her way, she was excited that her chores were over. Although it was hard to stay completely happy being a slave along with several other girls. It was also hard being the one the others seemed to hate. Despite them all being at the bottom of the totem pole, they managed to kick Ariana even farther down. She was the lowest of the low, but she went through it all as unfazed as anyone.

As the door to the cleaning supplies at the end of the hall came into view, a massive force pushed against Ariana's back. There was nothing to grab onto, and her small legs were unable to hold her up with the giant tub of water in hand. So down she went.

Her hands scraped against the ground, and as the now spilt water ran over her hands, streaks of red mixed in. The water stung greatly, being filled with different soaps and dirt.

A small snicker came from behind her. She turned to see none other than who she expected: Ray. Ray was tall, beautiful and completely arrogant. Aside to Ariana, Ray was the only other slave of the manor that was a wizard. Both of them were untrained however so they couldn't do much.

"You never were that graceful were you Ariana? Pity." Ray kicked some of the water at Ariana, drenching her in it. She then walked back down the hall. Ariana took in a slow deep breath and then heaved herself up.

She brought back the now empty bucket to the room at the end of the hall. In the room was an old wooden dining table meant for the workers to eat at. On the right side of the room was a counter bar with a stove and fridge behind it. The door beside the stove lead to the cleaning supplies along with a giant tub for filling water.

Ariana kept hold of the bucket as she grabbed a mop to pick up the water Ray had made her spill.

After another thirty minutes, she was finally finished, the hall looking like no act of torment had occurred. She hurriedly dumped the water into the large tub sink in the back of the worker closet and sighed in relief.

She made herself something to eat and sat at the long wooden table. Everyone else had either finished for the day, or were still out working. Either way, Ariana enjoyed eating her meal in peace.

Once she was finished she went back down the hall, heading towards her room. She hoped to not run into her master or any other of the workers. Usually no one would do anything except taunt her unless Ray was around. Of course if the master was in a foul mood he could do much worse damage. She was about to ascend the flight of stairs in the front hall when her master walked through the front door.

Ariana's heart fluttered in nerves and she dropped to the ground as fast as she could. One knee on the ground in a kneeling position. Her knee quivered and quaked from the hard work of the day along with the fear running through her bones.

"Hello Ariana." Came his cool smooth voice.

"M-master Malfoy." Ariana breathed out slowly. She didn't dare look up, but simply kept her eyes to her newly polished floors and his shining shoes. His hand suddenly appeared and she tried with all her might to not flinch. He lifted her chin up and inclined his head in such a way to tell her to stand. She did so very carefully as his finger still stayed under her chin. She still kept her gaze somewhere else.

She couldn't help herself after a while and looked into his eyes. Her mind wandered to the thought of a thunderstorm looming over an ocean. His eyes seemed to be swimming with it, full of cool gray. His hair always seemed to gleam a platinum blonde even in the dark lighting.

Ariana felt her whole body shaking in fear. He stepped closer to her, looming over her. She tore her gaze away and her face was so close to his chest she could rest her forehead on it, which she didn't dare do.

"Go clean yourself up. I can't have you serving us dinner looking like this." He said softly.

"Yes Master." And just like that he left. Apparating with a crack! to somewhere else in the house. She let out a large sigh of relief and she continued back up the stairs.

She reached the small bathroom at the end of the slave quarters where sinks lined the one adjacent wall. On the other wall were a few doors leading to separate showers. Ariana stripped her dirty clothes off and left them on the ground. She then stepped through one of the doors leading to the shower and watched as all the dirt bled into the clear warm water, relief touching her aching muscles.

Ariana slipped into her room wearing nothing but a towel and holding her dirty clothes out in front of her. She laid them out on the chest at the end of her bed where all her clothes were kept.

She was just about to slip off her towel when a loud crack! Filled the air. Ariana clung to the towel around her supressed a small screech.

"Master." She quickly said bowing her head. Her cheeks were flushed; no man had ever seen this much of her skin before.

"Ariana…I was just…" He cleared his throat. "I was just letting you know that dinner has been changed to an hour earlier. I suggest you get over there and help." Ariana nodded, as she went to her chest to get some clothes. Draco grabbed her arm in a flash and pulled her close to him. She looked up in his eyes, fear written all over hers; Lust written in his.

She was worried he was going to hurt her with the bruising he was giving her arm. There were some footsteps down the hall suddenly and with that, Draco separated himself from her and left again with that same crack!

Ariana shook her head, unknowing of what just happened. She simply got dressed and headed down to the kitchen to help with dinner as she was told.