DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING
Previously…
"Hermionella, Hermionella, bring me breakfast!"
CHAPTER 2
"Coming" Hermionella shouted, as she balanced three trays on her head and hands; beginning to make her way from the kitchen to her stepsisters' rooms and stepmothers' room.
The was a time, not to long ago, that things were totally different to the way they are now.
Instead of being a servant, Hermione had servants (who she refused to let serve her) and her mum and dad were still with her.
Her parents were very well off until a shocking accident happened three months ago…
"BRING MY BREAKFAST!"
The bells in the kitchen were ringing so madly that they were about to fall off the wall.
'They are too impatient' Hermione thought to herself as she began jogging up the stairs.
Doing this regular routine was familiar to Hermione that she didn't drop the trays (as she had done when she first started serving her "family".
Hermione came to the second storey of the house and stopped right in front of a pink door, which had little circular shapes on it.
They were supposed to be "flowers".
"Blanche I'm here" Hermione said as she opened the door.
"About time" a lumpy figure stated from her bed. "Just put the food on the table and get out. Do my washing as well."
As Hermione followed all of these orders and made her way out through the door, she heard snoring from behind her.
Blanche had fallen asleep.
Now, with one less tray but a basket of washing on her head, Hermione came to the second door on the second storey; which wasn't painted.
"Katarina, I'm here" Hermione said as she opened her other stepsisters' door and walked into her room.
Unlike Blanche, Katarina was sitting on her bed, reading a book and fully dressed.
Hermione approached her and, without moving or glancing at Hermione, Katarina said "Just put it on the table Hermionella and take my washing. I've got to finish this chapter."
Hermione did what Katarina said and exited the room.
'Now for the evil stepmother' she thought making her way up the final flight of stairs, to her stepmothers room.
Facing her stepmothers door, she took in a deep breath.
"Stepmother, it's me."
"Come in, Hermionella."
Hermione entered the dark room and, after adjusting her eyes to the dark, saw her stepmother sitting up in bed; petting her cat, watching her.
Hermione walked towards the bed, holding out the tray of food as a sort of peace gesture.
"Put it on the table."
She did.
"Now child," her stepmother spat out the word. "What can I do to make your life easier?"
"Well, um… nothing. I guess."
"You guess?"
The stepmother raised an eyebrow.
"Dear child, I guess that you need help with the chores. Am I correct?"
Hermione didn't know what she was talking about.
"Well…"
"I guess that I'm giving you too much work?"
"A bit…"
Hermione immediately regretted speaking.
"Well child, listen to this," her stepmother said, spitting with fury.
"I guess that if you want a dry place to sleep, a roof over your head and some food in your stomach then you had better follow my orders…"
"I am stepmother. What would make you think otherwise?"
A sly grin spread across her stepmothers face as she pulled open her bedroom curtain.
Hermione lost her breath.
"That dog of yours," she said pointing out the window. "Running around madly outside, being followed by chickens."
Oh shit.
"Stepmother, I'll…"
"You're not allowed to see whoever gave you that bag again, understood? Now, do the washing, scrub the floors, clean the kitchen, milk the cows and for gods sakes child, do them properly. Now get out!"
Hermione gathered her stepmothers washing and, as she was about to leave, her stepmother said after her.
"And try to get the Cinders of yourself- you look a mess. Bloody mudbloods…"
Hermione silently closed the door behind her.
She walked quickly downstairs, still holding the washing.
At the bottom of the stairs she put down two of the baskets but clutching the third one close to her chest.
She chose to ignore the fact that she was crying.
"Brilliant" Narcissa said, giggling like a school girl.
"Absolutely fantastic."
The hall of the castle had been transformed into something magnificent.
A red carpet ran down the middle of the floor, enchanted flowers were clinging to the barristers and the chandelier, hanging in the middle of the bewitched sky (which looked like there was the planets revolving around it), had fairies on it, dancing.
(A/N: you can imagine it however you like).
Narcissa thought she was in heaven.
"Ah, there's my wife."
Narcissa span around to see her husband walking down the steps of the marvellous hall.
"Wow" he said, gazing around. "This is absolutely fantastic my dear. Good work."
The King gave his wife a kiss which made her flush happily.
"Oh honey," Narcissa said, pulling the King into a passionate embrace.
"Get a room," a voice said making them part.
Draco walked down the steps looking quite annoyed.
He didn't notice the decorations.
"What is wrong son?" the King asked.
"Her." He replied simply, pointing at his mother.
"Oh, um, that's… why?"
Draco glared at his mother.
"Why did you invite everyone from the whole…"
Draco ripped some decorations.
"…Friken…"
He ripped off some more decorations.
"KINGDOM!"
Draco pulled off the decorations that were wound around the banisters.
"If Weasly and Potter come then…"
BANG!!!
Draco got out his wand and blew up the chandelier.
The fairies weren't injured but they swore at Draco and threw jets of light at him.
"Oh no!" Narcissa screamed, kneeling beside the broken chandelier.
Even though the fairies weren't harmed the chandelier was beyond repair.
When Narcissa looked up everyone was gone.
"Let me help" a voice said from behind a pole.
A shadow came into view and fixed the chandelier with their wand.
"Oh, thankyou. But who are you?"
As the person came into Narcissa vision she gasped.
