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The Malfoys are the royal family that governs with absolute monarch Lucius II as the king. All the Order of the Phoenix members are imprisoned below The Dark Palace, which was built by expanding the Malfoy Manor to fit the Royals. The inside of the Royal Palace is full of dark green colors mixed with black interior, filled with elves and servants running the palace. Most of the news spreading in the Prophet highlights the greatness of the Royal family that helps the magical world to rebuild, and non-stop worships The God Voldemort.
Now, Draco Malfoy is the Prince. He is the number one bachelor in the magical world. After finishing dinner, the Royal Family has important things to discuss.
"You should pick one of the witches and start giving me an heir so that we can uphold this institution for a hundred more years," Lucius said, eyeing his son and heir.
The servants spread pictures of all the witches that have been approved. There are fifty single witches that Draco can choose at the table in front of him.
"These are confirmed to be healthy and very eager to be your future Queen, Draco," Narcissa smiled at her son. "They all have been checked. Some of them no longer have their virtue, while some of them still have it intact. The red dots below their pictures indicate that they are still untouched."
Only fifteen women have red dots; most of them are from pureblood families. I like this one in particular," says Narcissa, pointing to Greengrass.
"I have my choice," Draco answered sternly.
"Which one, darling?" Narcissa beamed at him.
"I want her or nobody else at all. You may find a new heir if you want, Father. I don't care, but if you want me to be your heir, Hermione Granger will become my future Queen."
Narcissa gasped, "The... muggle-born witch?"
Draco looked sharply at his father's eyes, and Lucius gave him a frowning look, but Draco stood up and walked away. "Let me know the good news; I always welcome the idea of becoming a free wizard." He gave snarky remarks and Draco walks away.
Narcissa looking at Lucius worriedly. "I should've known...the fact that witch keeps bothering him through out all his Hogwarts life. I should've known that he's interested in her. That's just how he is..when he likes something, he will always find a way to get its attention."
"Do you think I will approve that?!" Lucius said.
"You think Draco is lying? He never jokes around with you, Do you have another heir? Do you?" Narcissa narrowed her eyes at Lucius.
"People will talk. The embarrassment that I will face..." Lucius face become disgusted.
"They will obey their King as they should. She just has to give him an heir and that's all, Lucius." Lucius face is furious with Draco's ultimatum.
"I'll check on her, Kreacher!" Narcissa shouted.
"Kreacher at your service," the elf said, clasping his hands and bowing to Narcissa.
"Take Hermione Granger out of the prison cell, take a couple of servants to clean her, and bring her to the healer. Tell them to check her health and her body thoroughly." Narcissa ordered.
"I will," and the elf is apparated.
"What's happening?!" Hermione said, confused as her eyes looked at the guards as they grabbed her and took her into a room filled with five servants busy preparing her bath while one of them tried to strip her of her clothes.
"What are you doing to me?! Let me go!" Her body is struggling.
"Kreacher is following the order of the Queen." The elf explained to Hermione.
"She's not my Queen!"
"She is, whether you like it or not. It's been years since the war; it's different now. We live a peaceful life thanks to the Royal Family," Kreacher explained to her.
"Peaceful?! Peaceful?! I'm rotting in prison! I don't even know where my friends are right now?!"
Kreacher eyed one of the servants and two girls pushed Hermione into the bath. She struggled, refusing.
"No... What are you going to do to me?!" She sobbed.
"I heard you were a smart witch; why don't you just follow the orders until the end? You'll find the answer you're looking for," Kreacher said, looking at her unfazed.
Hermione breathed heavily, staring at the elf, and so did the elf. After the bath, they put her in clean clothes proper for a guest. They took her into another room where healers were standing by. "We will check on your health and..."
"For what?" She stood still, glaring at the healer.
"We are just following orders; you can ask the Queen when you meet her later."
They cast spells. blue, red, yellow, and green static appeared after they finished. "Incarcerous," the last spell tying her to the bed and caging her so she could not move. Her body struggled to move. "Stay still" the healer said to her.
"No! No! What are you doing?!" The ties spreading her legs open while the healer checked her hymen. Hermione shuts her eyes, tears flowed through her eyes helplessly.
"Still intact," the healer informed Kreacher.
Kreacher held her arm, and they apparated to one of the rooms in the palace. She wiped her tears, and he was apparated, leaving her behind. She ran straight to the door, but it was locked. She crouched down, dropping to her feet and wrapping her knees to her chin.