DISCLAIMER! I do not own the characters. All of that belongs to jk rowling. Also Check out cindyflanarys version as she continued this for me when I quit it the first time.

Chapter Two: Chores

Hermione ran down the spiral stair case that when from her room all of the way down the length of the three level mansion not including the attic and the basement where Ron, Harry, Luna, Mr. Ollivander, Dean Thomas, Griphook the Goblin, and her were held during the fight to destroy all of Voldemorts horcruxes. They destroyed each and every one of the horcruxes, including the one inside of Harry, except for the one that counted the one inside of Voldemort.

Finally she reached the bottom of the stairs and went out into the living room where Narcissa was lounging on the, very expensive cashmere, couch with a cup of tea in her hand.

"Yes Mrs. Malfoy what would you like me to do?" She asked, talking slowly, and politely hoping that she wasn't betraying how she really felt in her face.

"Ah, Hermione you're here, good," Narcissa said loftily, setting her tea down, as though Hermione had just came. "I want you to clean the front hallway, including the windows, vacuum the second level as well as the bedrooms, see cook if she needs help with our lunch, and then you may have your lunch."

"Yes Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione gave a small little bow before leaving the room. Narcissa was her favourite of the Malfoys. She always made sure that she had something to eat weather or not it was enough was an entirely different matter.

Hermione was done with the front hallway quickly even though she didn't have magic anymore. The Malfoys had gained possession of her wand when she was forced to move here. It had been a year since she had moved here and had begun to get used to the cleaning. She was eighteen now.

She grabbed the vacuum from the upstairs closet. She laughed as she remembered the shock on the Malfoys faces when they that they would need muggle cleaning supplies so that she could work. It was lucky that they already had electricity when she had moved in.

Hermione plugged it in the outlet at the beginning of the upstairs hallway. She flicked on the switch and the vacuum roared to life. When she was done with the hallway she moved on to the guest room. The guest room was as big as any master bedroom in a muggle household. Since the Malfoys rarely had visitors the room was always in pristine condition and was quick and easy to vacuum. Silently she unplugged the vacuum and moved out into the hall hoping that Draco wouldn't be in his room; he was.

Draco Malfoy could hear her out in the hall with that loud, metal muggle contraption. He sighed and turned back to his desk. He was trying to write a letter to Pansy Parkinson telling her about his parents' marriage proposal, no wait his marriage proposal. It wasn't though, but nothing would ever stop his parents. Anyway so far the letter was not coming together well:

Dear Pansy,

Now that we are away from school I

I want to see you more so

I miss you so much why don't we

I have been thinking and

I really wish you were here you should

Draco threw down his quill in frustration. He couldn't write a love letter to someone he didn't love. Why couldn't his parents just understand that he would rather choose his own bride? His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.

"Who's there?" he called out, not bothering to open the door.

"It's me, Young Master Malfoy, Hermione Granger," she said opening the door a crack, "Mrs. Malfoy asked me to vacuum the upstairs, may I come in?"

Ah Granger, "yes you may come in, don't touch anything you don't need to touch, I don't want your Mudblood hands mucking anything up," he added sharply.

She plugged the device in and it and a sudden roar sounded in his ears. He would never get any work done at all with that hullabaloo. So instead he contented himself with watching her work.

She had put some synthetic gloves on. Good, he thought, now she won't ruin my things with those Mudblood hands of hers. He checked to make sure that she was putting everything away in its proper place. She was. Like always. He sighed and wished she would slip up every now and again. She was too perfect, if only he could fix the problem with blood then maybe her instead of Pansy…No! He wouldn't allow himself to think like that. She was a Mudblood and she always will be. A sudden quietness jolted him out of his reverie.

"Young Master Malfoy I am done, sorry for interrupting your work." She said with a little bow.

"No it's alright; actually you might be able to help me. I have to write a marriage proposal letter to Pansy Parkinson but I can't figure out how to write it, could you help me?"

"Yes of course, it is my life to serve the Malfoy family now," she reminded him with just a trace of a scowl.

"Right I forget that you're not actually just our maid and that we don't pay you sometimes," he sighed.

"Okay now let me see what you have written so far on your letter," she said coming over to his desk to stand next to him. He sighed and pushed the disaster toward her.

"Wow. Ummm, why are there ink stains all over it?" she looked down at him, a questioning look in her eyes.

"I got frustrated and broke the quill a couple of times," he felt heat rush to his cheeks in a blush. She just patted his arm and continued reading. It was such a small gesture and yet it took his breath away.

"Well you should try saying more about what you feel for her instead of skipping straight to the proposal," they talked for a little while she gave him a lot of helpful advice on how to express love. He wished that he could tell her that he didn't love Pansy, that it was his parents' idea. In the end he had a sendable letter:

My beautiful flower Pansy,

Being away from you is like losing part of my soul. I find myself thinking about you all of the time; everything that I do makes me think about you and what we left at school. I miss you so much and want to be near you at all times.

My love for you is as strong as a boulder, as fierce as an acromentula, as bright as the stars that stretch over the endless sky, and as undying as the wind. I won't forget you, I can't forget you, and I will not forget you ever in my entire life.

You are as striking and as effervescent as the flower you are rightly named after. Your smile lights up a room and your laugh, your beautiful, wonderful laugh, is like peal of bells. You are more wonderful and astounding then life itself.

Pansy, oh Pansy, what a beautiful name because it's your name. I want to be with you forever and ever. I will never, not in a million years, not in a trillion years, will I ever stop loving you, ever. I want to live the rest of my life, no not for my life, for eternity. Yes I want to spend eternity with you. Come to the Malfoy Manor and wed me. I will await your owl.

Love forever and always Draco Malfoy

Draco rolled the letter up and tied it to his eagle owl'sleg and watched it fly away carrying his destiny in its talons. He had dismissed Hermione earlier to go and help with the lunch. He got up out of his chair and went downstairs to join his parents for lunch. Just as he turned his back the owl flew behind a cloud. There was no going back now.