FIC: The Mistress Ch. 1
Author: roadkill2580
Title: The Mistress
Rating: NC17
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Hermione Granger.
Warnings: prostitution, language, unbetaed...more to be added later, lol
Summary: Hermione finds herself striking a deal with Rabastan Lestrange to solve her financial problems
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to JKR, and Scholastic, and all those folks.
AN: My beta, Camy, was the one who first made me consider writing this fic. Solas_Divided was the one to actually bully me into it. So you can thank them for another WIP.
The Mistress
Summary: Hermione finds herself striking a deal with Rabastan Lestrange to solve her financial problems.
OooooO
Hermione wiped furiously at her face for the fourth time and defiantly ignored her stuffy nose and aching head. Parchment covered in numbers littered her small kitchen table. Her quill and ink were nearly lost in the sea of faded yellow, and a muggle calculator sat in front of her, the sums long since disappeared from its screen.
She had to admit defeat. Even the greatest mathematicians wouldn't be able to get the numbers to work out. It was time to face the truth. Hermione couldn't afford her two apprenticeships and keep her nice flat. She simply didn't have enough money and even if she had a job, she probably wouldn't be able to support herself even then. Her parents' money was going to run out eventually.
Following her graduation from Hogwarts, Hermione had applied and received many invitations to join different apprenticeship programs. She had immediately trashed any coming from the Ministry, holding no desire to work for the corrupt system. She was going to go private and would one day be independent of the government.
After seriously reviewing each letter and brochure, even attending a few interviews, Hermione was able to narrow down her choices to the Association of Amyntas and the Hecate Society, elite programs of study for ward designing and curse applications respectively. It was incredibly difficult to even receive an application to attend either one, let alone be accepted. And, unfortunately for Hermione, the tuition and fees of the programs reflected their prestige.
As a war hero, Hermione had received a hefty sum of money along with an Order of Merlin, First Class. That money had gone towards paying for her modest flat in the middle of Muggle London. The rest she had stored in her savings at Gringott's. Her only other source of money was from her parents, who had set up a trust fund to help pay for their daughter's college career. Of course, once it was found out she was magic, the money was given to the goblins, so she could use it in the magical world once she became of age. But even the money they had carefully saved through investments and interest over twenty years wasn't enough to fully cover even one of the internationally renowned apprenticeship programs.
Hermione ran her hands through her bushy hair. She didn't want to dig into her savings so soon in her life. As it was, she was going to need that to pay for her flat, along with her food, utilities and such. And she would need a job...could she even keep up a job with even one of these rigorous programs? She supposed she could. She did use a Time Turner her third year, after all, and still had an intense schedule her fourth year even after she had dropped two classes.
She glanced over the acceptance letters again. She only had three more weeks until she could drop from the programs with no penalty fee. And it was quite a large fee at that. 100 Galleons...the rough equivalent to 500 pounds. With the restrictions on her savings account in Gringott's, there was simply no way she could draw the money from anywhere in time to pay that. She was going to have to make a decision, and soon.
"I wasn't aware, Granger, that we'd be enjoying a meal of parchment together," drawled the voice of Draco Malfoy. Her short screech rent the air, which was followed by a curse from kicking her toe into the foot of the table. He ignored her mutterings and walked over to peer down at her bills. Suddenly embarrassed, Hermione scrambled to gather up the bits of parchment and conceal them. She was made aware of her other two house guests when the two former Gryffindors reached around her to snag the letters.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Harry James Potter! You give those back to me right now!" Hermione turned on her two best friends who were unabashedly reading her business. She reached on her tiptoes to try and snatch back the parchment, but they merely lifted it out of her reach while simultaneously reading the inked words.
"Acceptance into the Hecate Society and the Association of Amyntas? That's big stuff, Granger," she wheeled around again to see Draco reading her standard acceptance letters into the programs. Her big brown eyes darted between the three wizards in her flat, trying to decide which letters to try to take back first. And then Ron noticed something odd in the pieces of parchment he was holding.
"Hey, these are letters reminding you that you need to pay your initial deposit or drop from the program. What's with that?" he commented. With his words, Hermione felt all of her frustration over a lack of funds well up inside of her once more. She burst into heartfelt sobs, horribly humiliated by her show of emotion. In the midst of her crying, she missed the look of concern that passed between the three young men. Ron awkwardly reached forward and patted Hermione on her back. Draco began clearing away her table and Harry fished out Hermione's Chinese takeout menu and dialed the number to place the order. Once the table was cleared off, Ron sat Hermione down, still rubbing her back with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face.
Pointedly ignoring Hermione's tears and showing absolutely no shame, Draco pawed through her parchment, skimming the words on the pages and mentally tallying the numbers. He quickly came to the same conclusion Hermione had. She was in dire financial straits.
"Stop your bawling Granger, so we can figure something out," said Draco sharply. Hermione hiccupped in response and Ron gave the blond a dirty glare over her shoulder. A hand touched her arm, which had to Harry's. Draco was the least touchy feely of the three of them.
"Hermione, Malfoy's right. What's wrong?"
"She's broke, that's what. She's been accepted into two expensive apprenticeship programs that she has no way to pay for," Draco replied to Harry's question. She sniffled and pulled away from Ron. Determinedly ignoring the tear stains on her friend's robes and her stuffy nose, she began to explain her plight. Ron's face was one of complete empathy. If there was one thing he could relate to, it was being too poor to be able to attain your dreams and desires. When she was done, he was the first that spoke.
"So why don't you just borrow money from one of us?" his face was earnest and sincere. Draco scoffed at his words, which prompted a deep scowl from Ron. Draco sneered back. He straightened and tilted his head just so to affect the appearance of the aristocrat he was. "Don't be an idiot, Weasley. Your family, for all that it is no longer...impoverished, shall we say, couldn't afford even one of these apprenticeships. Unless your brother sold his joke shop and gave all the profits to Granger. Only Potter or I could afford to pay both of these."
"Then lend her the money! After all she's done for you, it's the least you can do," Ron frowned at Draco. For all that they got along now, their friendship was the most tentative. Ron didn't forget things easily. In response to the red head's comment, Draco schooled his face into a blank slate. He hated to be reminded of his exile from the returning seventh year Slytherins, who remembered the Malfoys' betrayal of Voldemort.
"I would if I could, Weasley. Unfortunately, my access to the Malfoy vaults has been restricted as a result of the Death Eater trials, and all of my father's money has been given to me, also restricted. I won't be able to use it unsupervised until I am twenty one. My family is living off my mother's vault that she received from the Black family," a pale pink colored his cheeks. Obviously, having to admit that he had less money than he used to bothered him. Ron dismissed Draco at his words and turned to Harry expectantly, only to droop when he saw Harry's shaking head.
"It's the same with me. There's a standard policy that if one's guardians or parents die, the money is locked up until the child is twenty one. I can only access the trust fund left by my parents. I can't open the main Potter or Black vaults," Harry explained gently. Hermione gave him a watery smile.
"It's fine, Harry. I'm just going to have to drop one of the apprenticeships myself and try to pay for the other one. Everything will be okay," none of the three young men looked convinced by her words. Hermione wasn't even convinced by them. She had wanted both apprenticeships so badly, and having to turn down an opportunity to learn...
"Look, Granger, let's not worry about it now, okay? You still have three weeks to drop the apprenticeships without penalties. Maybe something will come up and you can take them both."
Title: The Mistress
Rating: NC17
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Hermione Granger.
Warnings: prostitution, language, unbetaed...more to be added later, lol
Summary: Hermione finds herself striking a deal with Rabastan Lestrange to solve her financial problems
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to JKR, and Scholastic, and all those folks.
AN: My beta, Camy, was the one who first made me consider writing this fic. Solas_Divided was the one to actually bully me into it. So you can thank them for another WIP.
The Mistress
Summary: Hermione finds herself striking a deal with Rabastan Lestrange to solve her financial problems.
OooooO
Hermione wiped furiously at her face for the fourth time and defiantly ignored her stuffy nose and aching head. Parchment covered in numbers littered her small kitchen table. Her quill and ink were nearly lost in the sea of faded yellow, and a muggle calculator sat in front of her, the sums long since disappeared from its screen.
She had to admit defeat. Even the greatest mathematicians wouldn't be able to get the numbers to work out. It was time to face the truth. Hermione couldn't afford her two apprenticeships and keep her nice flat. She simply didn't have enough money and even if she had a job, she probably wouldn't be able to support herself even then. Her parents' money was going to run out eventually.
Following her graduation from Hogwarts, Hermione had applied and received many invitations to join different apprenticeship programs. She had immediately trashed any coming from the Ministry, holding no desire to work for the corrupt system. She was going to go private and would one day be independent of the government.
After seriously reviewing each letter and brochure, even attending a few interviews, Hermione was able to narrow down her choices to the Association of Amyntas and the Hecate Society, elite programs of study for ward designing and curse applications respectively. It was incredibly difficult to even receive an application to attend either one, let alone be accepted. And, unfortunately for Hermione, the tuition and fees of the programs reflected their prestige.
As a war hero, Hermione had received a hefty sum of money along with an Order of Merlin, First Class. That money had gone towards paying for her modest flat in the middle of Muggle London. The rest she had stored in her savings at Gringott's. Her only other source of money was from her parents, who had set up a trust fund to help pay for their daughter's college career. Of course, once it was found out she was magic, the money was given to the goblins, so she could use it in the magical world once she became of age. But even the money they had carefully saved through investments and interest over twenty years wasn't enough to fully cover even one of the internationally renowned apprenticeship programs.
Hermione ran her hands through her bushy hair. She didn't want to dig into her savings so soon in her life. As it was, she was going to need that to pay for her flat, along with her food, utilities and such. And she would need a job...could she even keep up a job with even one of these rigorous programs? She supposed she could. She did use a Time Turner her third year, after all, and still had an intense schedule her fourth year even after she had dropped two classes.
She glanced over the acceptance letters again. She only had three more weeks until she could drop from the programs with no penalty fee. And it was quite a large fee at that. 100 Galleons...the rough equivalent to 500 pounds. With the restrictions on her savings account in Gringott's, there was simply no way she could draw the money from anywhere in time to pay that. She was going to have to make a decision, and soon.
"I wasn't aware, Granger, that we'd be enjoying a meal of parchment together," drawled the voice of Draco Malfoy. Her short screech rent the air, which was followed by a curse from kicking her toe into the foot of the table. He ignored her mutterings and walked over to peer down at her bills. Suddenly embarrassed, Hermione scrambled to gather up the bits of parchment and conceal them. She was made aware of her other two house guests when the two former Gryffindors reached around her to snag the letters.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Harry James Potter! You give those back to me right now!" Hermione turned on her two best friends who were unabashedly reading her business. She reached on her tiptoes to try and snatch back the parchment, but they merely lifted it out of her reach while simultaneously reading the inked words.
"Acceptance into the Hecate Society and the Association of Amyntas? That's big stuff, Granger," she wheeled around again to see Draco reading her standard acceptance letters into the programs. Her big brown eyes darted between the three wizards in her flat, trying to decide which letters to try to take back first. And then Ron noticed something odd in the pieces of parchment he was holding.
"Hey, these are letters reminding you that you need to pay your initial deposit or drop from the program. What's with that?" he commented. With his words, Hermione felt all of her frustration over a lack of funds well up inside of her once more. She burst into heartfelt sobs, horribly humiliated by her show of emotion. In the midst of her crying, she missed the look of concern that passed between the three young men. Ron awkwardly reached forward and patted Hermione on her back. Draco began clearing away her table and Harry fished out Hermione's Chinese takeout menu and dialed the number to place the order. Once the table was cleared off, Ron sat Hermione down, still rubbing her back with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face.
Pointedly ignoring Hermione's tears and showing absolutely no shame, Draco pawed through her parchment, skimming the words on the pages and mentally tallying the numbers. He quickly came to the same conclusion Hermione had. She was in dire financial straits.
"Stop your bawling Granger, so we can figure something out," said Draco sharply. Hermione hiccupped in response and Ron gave the blond a dirty glare over her shoulder. A hand touched her arm, which had to Harry's. Draco was the least touchy feely of the three of them.
"Hermione, Malfoy's right. What's wrong?"
"She's broke, that's what. She's been accepted into two expensive apprenticeship programs that she has no way to pay for," Draco replied to Harry's question. She sniffled and pulled away from Ron. Determinedly ignoring the tear stains on her friend's robes and her stuffy nose, she began to explain her plight. Ron's face was one of complete empathy. If there was one thing he could relate to, it was being too poor to be able to attain your dreams and desires. When she was done, he was the first that spoke.
"So why don't you just borrow money from one of us?" his face was earnest and sincere. Draco scoffed at his words, which prompted a deep scowl from Ron. Draco sneered back. He straightened and tilted his head just so to affect the appearance of the aristocrat he was. "Don't be an idiot, Weasley. Your family, for all that it is no longer...impoverished, shall we say, couldn't afford even one of these apprenticeships. Unless your brother sold his joke shop and gave all the profits to Granger. Only Potter or I could afford to pay both of these."
"Then lend her the money! After all she's done for you, it's the least you can do," Ron frowned at Draco. For all that they got along now, their friendship was the most tentative. Ron didn't forget things easily. In response to the red head's comment, Draco schooled his face into a blank slate. He hated to be reminded of his exile from the returning seventh year Slytherins, who remembered the Malfoys' betrayal of Voldemort.
"I would if I could, Weasley. Unfortunately, my access to the Malfoy vaults has been restricted as a result of the Death Eater trials, and all of my father's money has been given to me, also restricted. I won't be able to use it unsupervised until I am twenty one. My family is living off my mother's vault that she received from the Black family," a pale pink colored his cheeks. Obviously, having to admit that he had less money than he used to bothered him. Ron dismissed Draco at his words and turned to Harry expectantly, only to droop when he saw Harry's shaking head.
"It's the same with me. There's a standard policy that if one's guardians or parents die, the money is locked up until the child is twenty one. I can only access the trust fund left by my parents. I can't open the main Potter or Black vaults," Harry explained gently. Hermione gave him a watery smile.
"It's fine, Harry. I'm just going to have to drop one of the apprenticeships myself and try to pay for the other one. Everything will be okay," none of the three young men looked convinced by her words. Hermione wasn't even convinced by them. She had wanted both apprenticeships so badly, and having to turn down an opportunity to learn...
"Look, Granger, let's not worry about it now, okay? You still have three weeks to drop the apprenticeships without penalties. Maybe something will come up and you can take them both."