As I slowly began to stir from my slumber I took in my surroundings and for a slight second I panicked. Where am I? What’s going on? But slowly and surely yesterday’s events came creeping into my mind and I remembered. ‘I’m a pony girl.’ The Dark Lord had won, Draco Malfoy had bought me, and now I’ve been turned into his pet. He is my master now and, as he has informed me, I no longer go as Hermione Jane Granger but by Buttercunt.

Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath and, as corny as it sounds, tried to find a happy place. I knew today was going to be worse than yesterday. Malfoy…I mean, my Master…had told me so. I tired to relax my aching neck, which was stiff and tired from the collar. My arms and especially my shoulders ached from being in the tied up behind my back. My body was freezing from the lack of clothing. And my legs and feet were absolutely killing me. But what was worst…

I really really REALLY had to pee.

“Ahhh. Good morning, Buttercunt. Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

It was my Master. Realizing that he was testing me (I wasn’t the brightest witch my age for nothing) I stomped my foot twice on the hay covered floor. But instantly regretted it since it made my urge to pee even worse. I started to do the little I-really-gotta-go dance.

He laughed. “It seems like you have to pee.”

‘No? You think?’ I thought sarcastically.

He gave me this look as if he was waiting for me. “Well, hurry up. I don’t have all day, you know?”

My eyes widened. ‘Excuse me’

He laughed. “What? Did you honestly think you’d be allowed to use the lavatories?” He laughed again. “You’re a pony now, Pet. And so you’ll relieve yourself like one.” He pointed. “Right there where you are.” He smirked as he leaned against the frame of my stable door and crossed his arms nonchalantly. “Oh and make sure you widen your legs wide enough. We don’t want to go getting our boots wet, now do we?” He raised a brow.

I was mortified. Not only was I to pee like a bloody animal but he was actually going to watch. Closing my eyes I widened my legs as far as I could and did what I had to do. I could hear my master chuckling from his spot. “My you’re a fast learner, aren’t you?”

Not wanting to bring my feet closer and step on my own urine I stomped my foot twice rather awkwardly.

He smirked. “But then again…you always were a bloody know-it-all when we were in Hogwarts, weren’t you, Buttercunt? ”

I closed my eyes filled with tears and stomped my foot twice. Mentioning how I was and my past was just too much for me. But like I said…that was the past. And this…this was my future.

My master unchained me from the ceiling and led me outside to the training grounds. After an hour or so of warming up on the pony trainer (My master praised me on how delighted he was that I’ve learned to trot so quickly) he then proceeded to bring me over to a single person carriage. “Now, Pet. You are here to learn how to pull a carriage. We’ll start with a single person carriage and work out way up to a double and so on and so forth.”

The carriage consisted of a simple single person seat with two wooden poles up in front on each side. He placed me in the middle of the two poles and strapped me in place. He brought a thick leather strap under my underside, then up and over, and around my waist. He finally brought those together and fastened them onto the two poles. My master pulled out a pair of thick leather reins and linked them at the end of my gloves.

He sat in the carriage with the reins in one hand and his whip in the other and spoke.

“Alright, Pet. You’re going to pull me around the track 50 times. You are to trot like I showed you and absolutely NO stopping and NO whining, understood?”

I stomped twice.

“Good girl. Now…GO!” A with a whip to my back I was off.

‘50 laps? Oh Merlin…how am I going to get through this. This carriage with him sitting on it weighs a bloody ton. And he’s thinking of making me pull a full sized carriage.’ She mentally sighed. ‘Bloody hell…just Avada me now.’

“LIFT THOSE LEGS DAMN IT!” He yelled and whipped my back once more.

By the 27th lap I was exhausted. My shoulders were burning from pulling so much weight with them and my legs were killing me from all of the trotting. On the 35th lap…I collapsed.

“GET UP!” I felt his whip come down on my back but I didn’t care. Even if I DID care I still wouldn’t of been able to. I just couldn’t seem to get up. “I SAID GET UP NOW!” Once more he rewarded my behavior with a harsh lashing to my back. I still didn’t get up.

I felt the carriage dip and heard angry foot steps come my way. My master grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and gazed angrily into my eyes. “Is there a reason why you are not moving?”

I weakly stomped twice.

“Is there now? What? Are you tired?”

I again weakly stomped twice. He laughed as he pulled my hair even more harshly, making my body arch, and whipped me across my chest over and over with every spoken word. “I. Don’t. Bloody. Care. If. You’re. Tired. You. Pull. This. Carriage. Till. I. Say. You. Can. Stop.” He scowled at my bloody body. “Understand?”

I was in absolute anguish. Tears were running down my face as my body shook from the physical and mental assaults. I was heavily sweating from the scorching summer heat, my body ached all over, and felt my blood trickle down my body from his lashings. But still…I stomped. Twice…I stomped.

Grinning at me as if he had finally caught the golden snitch he pat my hair mockingly. “Good girl.” He made his way back to his seat and grabbed a hold of the reins. “Now, you really only had 15 laps to go. But…since you misbehaved and stopped I’m going to have to add an extra 50 laps to your 15 so that means you’ve got 65 laps to go.” He snickered. “Now…GO!” And once more, with a wave of his whip on my backside, I was off.