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Chapter 1. The Bastards Dog

Hermione Granger, Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stalked down the one of the streets in Hogsmeade.

"How dare they say something like that? How could nearly seven years of friendship just go up in smoke? I've never seen them act in such ways…really. Ron obeyed Harry like her was his dog, and Harry has never been so demanding. Well, fine if they want to be total bastards to bloody hell with th--"

Hermione promptly stopped her ranting, "Merlin, I hope it isn't Harry or Ron; or worse…Malfoy." After taking a deep breath she looked up, and into the steely grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

"Well, well Miss Granger, bored with Potter and Weasley so you've taking to running over fine upstanding citizens?" His voice was the epitome of politeness as his eyes raked over her form. She shuddered as a slightly predatory gleam entered his eyes.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Malfoy, but it was you, who ran into me" Turning away, she rolled her eyes, only to be grabbed by her wrist and pulled roughly against his chest. She felt the tip of a wand jabbed against her side, but before she could escape he had whispered ever so softly in her ear, "Immobulus."

She awoke, her body aching slightly, cramped, but she was strangely warm. Not intending to move at first, thinking she was back at Hogwarts in her own safe bed, she rolled to her side and hugged a pillow. Suddenly remembering last night's occurrence, her eyes snapped open, to look at thick, rich, dark green…bed curtains. The last time this had happened she had woken up in the same bed as Zabini. But that is another story.

She shot up in the bed, "Lucius Malfoy…the wretch."

Sliding out of the bed, not noticing her strangely changed apparel, she looked around. The bed was the only thing done in Green, it's comforter, pillows, bed curtains, and even the silk sheets were that deep emerald green. The rest of the room, oh…it really was remarkable. The floor was carpeted in a deep, luxurious black color. Every piece of wood in the room seemed to be hand carved out of cherry. Glancing up at the arched ceiling her lips parted slightly in shock. It had been enchanted to look the same as the Great Hall; only it seemed to show one thing, the night sky, and a full moon out. Pulling her gaze away from it, she noticed an elegant chair, a silver robe draped over the back, and a note pinned to it.

Miss Granger,

I am sorry to say that I have some business to attend to at the Ministry, so I will not be there to show you around. As you have probably summarized you are no longer in England. You have been transported to my Scotland Manor. You may as well not try to leave, as the necklace you have on prevents you from leaving the grounds, and cannot be removed. As to why I have abducted you, all will be revealed when I return tomorrow around noon. Dinner is served at eight, breakfast at nine, and lunch at two. A house elf will summon you. Feel free to explore as you wish. Also, I took the liberty of changing your clothes last night. There are clothes you will find to your taste in the armoire.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

After reading the note she stood stunned for a moment before her mind kicked in. She noticed for the first time that she was in a flowing white night gown. That would mean he had indeed touched her…shivers ran down her spine, but she was not disgusted by the thought.

She spoke to herself out loud, "Nonono…not thinking that, I didn't just think that..."

She chose to ignore that thought and looked at the necklace. It was beautifully crafted, with a thin, yet strong golden chain, and a golden pendant, in which rested a beautiful fiery red ruby. Once again dragging her eyes away from the something else amazing, she glanced over to a large armoire. Walking over to it, her hand caught in the ivory handles, and she pulled it open, looking inside. Muggle clothing. She was shocked. All the clothes seemed to be her size, and she chose a pair or dark jeans, and a light, white top that clung about her pleasantly.

"It's almost as if he had planned to kidnap me…" Her voice faded away, drifting her off into thought instead.