AN: Ok, I just had a dream about this last night. It was a great dream, and I have just been dying to put it to words. I am leaving out all the weird parts (you know how dreams can be), meaning no Malfoy from Harry Potter. For the record, I have no idea how he got into my dream about Aladdin! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Jasmine and the Harem

How did I get here? Oh right, I remember now. Even after almost a year of living in the palace in Agrabah I still haven't gotten used to it. Now don't get any ideas, I am not living here because of any special royal titles. I am part of the palace harem, here to please high officials and other people of esteem. It is absolutely disgusting. I can't count the hours, days, years, I have spent imagining how my life could have ended up if I had money. Instead, I am a street rat. Scorned by anyone with enough money to live comfortably.

Over the last couple of years I have been focusing on keeping my family alive, after my father died I have considered myself the primary caregiver. But, there isn't much a sixteen year old girl can do, I haven't been blessed with amazing physical strength or cleverness. Mainly, I had just gathered apples from the trees scattered around the city and sold them in the market. Imagine my surprise when I found out one of my customers was the sultan! I can still remember his deep voice, full of power.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? You look as though you should be wearing fine clothes instead of those rags. You know, I think the prince would fancy you, as soon as we cleaned you up. How would you like to come to the palace with me? You could join my harem, I would pay you and you would get clean clothes."

I didn't accept right away, of course. It wasn't myself that convinced me to go, it was my mother and little brother, Caspian. The absolute look of hunger on their faces and their frail bodies basically screamed at me to go. For the sake of my dignity I told them that I was going to be a servant.

As the sultan promised, I was welcomed with open arms. Not that it mattered. Luckily, I haven't had to DO anything, if you know what I mean. When we all go to meet with our 'customers', I just go into corner of the vast room, trying to be invisible. And it has been working, the men clearly prefer women with a little playfulness, instead of a sullen girl. When I first arrived I was debriefed on how I was supposed to behave if a man wanted me, coy and sexy. Even in my skimpy outfit I was definitely not radiating that. Usually my emotions were sadness or annoyance.

What shocked me the most were the women, it bothered me how comfortable they were at being used. They disgusted me. There was only one I could actually relate to, Tigri. She understood me since she was in the same situation I was in. She was beautiful, in an effortless sort of way. Extremely different from the usual exaggerated make up of the rest of the women. It broke my heart when the sultan called her. She has been gone for a month. I have missed her immensely, she was my one source of sanity.

The bell rang for breakfast, and we all shuffled out of the bedrooms and into the dining hall. We have been getting extremely good treatment, considering our status. The men a lot of the girls have been with have already slinked out of the rooms. Silent but pleased.

Ignored the chatter of the girls, I have been here long enough for them to realize that I don't want to gossip. Their conversations don't reach me and I am always silent during meal times. My solitude has been almost impossible to deal with, I just want to stand up and scream at them. To scream at all the wealthy people for having what I don't .

My days here are usually somewhat boring, it is required for me to spend most of my time in that horrid room.

After breakfast is over we all hurry over to the room. Most of us fluff up our hair and try to seem appealing, but not me. I hurry over to my usual spot and curl up into a ball.

About ten minutes later a crowd of men start to file in. All look eager and excited. As I expect, their eyes graze over me but keep going and ignore me. The last man comes in and I immediately have flashbacks of my home, my family. He is dressed in the clothes of a street rat. A tattered vest and pants. He is handsome, fairly rare for the men that come in here.

He looks vaguely uninterested as he walks in, but for a second his eyes rest on mine. His mouth widens into an O shape. His eyes stay on mine, until I look away. When I look back he is still staring. At this point I'm feeling slightly uneasy. No one has ever paid this much attention to me. I bite my lip and venture a glance back up. At this point I see him starting towards me.

"Hi." He says, in a kind of awkward but charming voice.

"Hi." I mumble back.

"Is it just me, or are you not having fun?"

"Fun? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize having to give up your body to total STRANGERS is supposed to me fun." I spit out. For some reason, all the anger over the past couple weeks boils over.

Surprisingly, he doesn't get angry or leave.

"Oh, right. Well, maybe we can go somewhere and have a little fun."

"No!" His eyes widen, and he realizes what he said.

"Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that! I…just, hate to see you looking so sad."

"Right, you know, after my time here I find it hard to believe that you actually care." My voice comes out harsher than I want it, but I don't care at this point.

"True, you don't have any reason to trust me. But I want you to." My mouth almost drops open, why does he even care?

"Oh, and by the way, I'm Aladdin."