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Chapter II


Even though I promised myself that I would go to bed early I had ended up reading the first few pages….chapters. But I couldn't keep my eyes open, not even my excitement could keep me awake.
I wonder how long I could keep the book? He hadn't said anything… Maybe he thought I had lots of free time.
I snorted; typical Malfoy for thinking everyone lived the same life as he did.

When I entered the library, still without wand remind you, I walked in to see Malfoy sleeping on the couch. Had he stayed here for the night?
The awkward situation made me feel out of place, I wasn't supposed to be in his presence in the first place, now I was in his sleeping presence.
I thought of how easy it would be to just choke him to death. I looked at my hands; they weren't hands one could use to stop another from breathing, too tiny and fragile, full of scratches, and utterly useless in this world.

Ignoring his presence I moved on to start my work, today I would be finished with my work here, and then I would have to start my usual chores, which would be a lot more than normal because of Malfoys odd request yesterday.

I again did not eat during the lunch, too much work and White had not come to give me permission to go eat. It was well pas noon when I realized that Malfoy was finally up.
His eyes scanned the room, locating me; he stared a little and slowly got up. Rubbing his hand through his hair he walked over in a lazy pace.
'Did you start reading?'
A little hesitant I answered; deep down I knew I shouldn't be talking to him and especially not answer his weird questions.
'I have.'
'Well?'
'I haven't read very far. I was too tired. I didn't know you wanted it back so quickly…' I muttered the last part.
'No. Keep it until you have finished it.' His eyes were still unreadable. I had no idea what he was trying to do.

He simply stared at me, following my movements as I kept working, I tried to ignore him.
Even though the sun was inside, lighting up the room and giving certain amount of warmth, the rays simply couldn't warm me.
They couldn't help make the nagging feeling that there was something not right about this. There was something off.

'Are you going to be finished today?'
He was talking so casual. He never spoke to me like that when we were younger and now, out of all the situations we could find ourselves in he spoke to me civil. As if I was a person with the same worth as him.
'I think so,' Looking around I nodded to myself, 'Yes.'
Smiling, I was a little sad that I would have to leave this place soon, I kind of liked it here, it was… close to a place called home.
'Don't worry.' He smirked, 'Dust finds itself back here quite fast.'
'See?' He pointed at rays of sun that were falling through the window, making tiny little dust clouds appear.
The surreal situation we were in almost made me want to laugh out loud.

I gave him a polite smile, nodding I turned my back towards him, behind me he spoke again, 'Granger…' giving it a thought he paused, 'My room needs some cleaning too. I want you to do it.'
'But you better make it quick; I want it done by dinner time.' His voice now sounded rather harsh, as if to remind one should always now their place around the new lord.
'Yes…Master.' I silently answered him.

She wanted to yell, curse him, preferably hex him. But she kept shut.
Hearing the door shut as he left, Hermione knew she was alone again with her beloved friends. At least books couldn't hurt you, if you didn't like what they were saying all you had to do was close them.
She thought of how if this was a chapter in her life… that she had rather skipped it…Or not lived it at all.
A small tear escaped from the corner of her eye, brushing it aside, now was not the time. She was determined to finish this task.

Hermione spoke to her superior with as much respect as she could bring herself to do, after all what she would say now, would without a doubt sound odd to the woman, the point where she would find it unbelievable.
'I am to clean Master Malfoy's room.'
just lifted her eyebrows in surprise.
'He requested it himself.' She quickly added.
'I already have two people cleaning his room.' Her tone was cold and uncaring.
'But go ahead, I'm sure they could use another hand. Don't break anything this time.' She added.
'Yes, ma'am.' Hermione waited for a few seconds but came to the conclusion that she wasn't going return her wand to her today. Nor did she make a comment on Malfoy's odd request, has the whole world gone mental?

'Hermione!' Annette's cheery voice woke her from her gloomy state. Hermione smiled in return.
'Shh…' The other girl working with her said.
'Sorry…' she muttered, rolling her eyes. 'We need to talk.' She mouthed. She was obviously in a good mood.
I nodded quietly. Looking around I realized that most of the room was done, even the sheets.
'Bathroom.' The other girl answered my unasked question. 'Go.'
As if she was to give me permission, I snorted but when off to do what I was told.

Fifteen minutes later Annette's head popped up from behind the wooden bathroom-door.
'Hermione?'
'We are ready. We are to go the kitchen and serve dinner…' She muttered.
'Ok. I'll be there in about twenty minutes, top!' I smiled.
She smiled back and was about to close the door before she tucked her head back in and whispered an exciting, 'Hurry!'
Obviously in a great mood.

Hearing the heavy creak of the door opening again, 'Annette, go ahead, don't get yourself into trouble, I'll be right with you—' I stopped talking as soon as I realized it wasn't the red headed girl.

He just smirked instead, not commenting on what I was saying, leaving an unpleasant silent.
'I apologize, Master.' I quickly said, bowing my head a little.
I shouldn't have said her name; she might get into trouble because of me now. We were not supposed to make friends and that had sounded rather friendly. My mind was racing, why does this always happen to me!?
'Didn't I say it was to be done by dinner time?' I could hear a sneer in his voice.
'Yes, master. I apologize once again.' I remained motionless for a while, uncertain of what to do. But I found the strength to move and at least bow my head, 'Do you want me to leave?'

'No.' His face became serious. 'I want you to finish.' He glanced at the bucket at my feet, 'Now.' He shouted.
'Yes…' I froze momentarily when I saw his face. It held a terror that had haunted me before. That haunted me, not by him, but by others; I had seen that look on many faces of other wizards.

'Don't….' He whispered, his hands covered his eyes, he was peeking through them to look at me. 'Do not fear me.' He whispered again. He looked exhausted, paler than usual.

Easy for you to say, I'm pretty sure you just wanted me to fear you mere seconds ago.
'I have to.' I answered defiantly, knowing this could lead to problems but I didn't care, my temper was getting the best of me. People had told me more than once to fear him and everyone like him; I had to endure torture in order to understand that...

'Yes…You have to.' He looked up, as if trying to find the answer to the question that seemed to plague him so obviously. The silence hanged thick in the air.
What did he want from me?

There was still a few things to be done but he didn't know that, besides it got cleaned every day, sometimes I really didn't know what the point was.
'I'm done.' I quickly got up and waited for his permission to leave.
He sighed, simply waved his hand, as if I had bored him so much he simply did not have the energy anymore to give a decent reply.

Leaving as fast as I could his voice halted me, had he changed his mind?
'Granger...' Pause. 'Never mind, leave'

His behavior puzzled Hermione more than anything. But it somehow excited her; it made her feel alive. It kept her mind of the same daily monotone routine that had been her life for the last two years. Fighting him reminded her of her younger days… She would love to punch him again.

'I'll go get it!' Annette shouted, startling her from her thoughts, 'Hermione help me a hand will you?' She did not hid her grin from anyone, giving Hermione an obvious wink that this was their chance to talk.
'Okay!' I smiled back at her again and ran with her towards the stockroom.

Taking a deep breath once we entered the room, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
'He gave me a letter!'
'He…?'
'Yes! Jeremy!' She smiled her teeth bare, giggling to herself.

'Jeremy..?' Who was she talking about?
'Je-re-my!' She explained, saying his name slower, as if that was the part I didn't understand!

'Oh!' Now I know, I assume she is talking about that boy she had mentioned earlier.

'He gave me a letter!' Emphasizing every word to make sure I realize just what she was saying.
'I can't show you…' She whispered, 'I sewed it in the hem of my skirt.'
She pointed at her straight skirt, 'Save keeping.'
'It's small one, so no-one should notice right?' She asked to be assured that no one, particularly White, didn't see.
'I don't see anything.' I nodded in approval.
'So what did it say?' I was trying to even her enthusiasm.
She faked a cough and stood straight with great pride she said out loud what had been written on the small letter: 'Hi, I am Jeremy.'
'Then what?' I asked curious.
'Nothing…that's it.' She shrugged.
I couldn't help it I burst out laughing 'Really?'
'Yeah…' She looked confused not getting what I found so humorous.
'H-Hey!' She pouted a little, not liking I was making fun of her, which I wasn't. Really…
'Nothing, it's good! I just find it really cute…' I smirked.
'I think he said just the right thing.' She nodded at herself, stretched her leg and looked at the hem of her skirt.
'Hahaha….' Annette started to giggle at her own behavior.
'Sorry…I guess I got a little overexcited' She scratched her head sheepishly.
'Don't…' I shook my head, 'It's a good thing, be excited!'

'How are you?' Her worried expression gave it away that she had heard of Malfoy ordering me around personally.
'Don't worry about it.' And my empty smile probably gave away that I was lying. 'I'm fine.'
I wanted to tell her about the book and his behavior but… should I do that? It had been such a long time since I had trusted someone.
And the times that I had taken a chance, they had turned out to be mistakes.
Her expression disagreed with what I was saying, knowing I wasn't fine, no one is fine in here, nobody, except if you were a pureblood.
'Alright…'
'We better go, they might get suspicious.' I figured it was a good excuse to leave and not explain her anything. Maybe I could tell her some other time, later...

'Okay.' She jumped off the rack she had been sitting on. And hummed while she took the supplies she had been to send out on, her good mood evidently still intact.
Helping her, we both quietly left, making sure nobody found our behavior suspicious. Everybody was just trying to get by, so if you could point out another's flaw than perhaps they wouldn't be so focused on yours.
Those who still had family… they had to do it for them and not just for themselves.

Lying in bed, I waited till I heard no more sounds; most would be asleep by now.
Turning around I took my all-time favorite book from beneath my pillow and started reading…
The moon illuminating my tiny room was my only light so when the clouds appeared it was time to actually sleep. Closing the book, I lay me head down on my pillow.
The stories swirling around in my head. It gave me a feeling that I hadn't had in a long time, to be able to fall asleep without reminding myself what had happened and how the nightmare never seemed to end...
Then I thought of Annette, and what she had said before. That little redhead…she was clever, to be able to give yourself a peaceful state of mind, that was quite the task. I smirked, letting myself fall asleep with the most pleasant thoughts.

*****
'Hermione…'
'Hermione!'
Fluttering my eyes open, I wasn't really certain where I was. Did someone call just my name?

'Hermione!' Then I heard whose voice it was, and that brought me right back to earth, to the mansion and my filthy little room.
I couldn't have been asleep for a long, no, my head was far too drowsy and my body was still far too tired for that.
'Yes?' My voice sounded hoarse and my limbs felt heavy, why did she have to wake my from my nice slumber?
'The Master…you are requested.'
'W-what?' Not fully comprehending what she was saying.
'Just get up!' White was obviously losing het calm.
Quickly as I could I got up, being a bit drowsily, I tried not to fall back down on the bed.
'What is—'
'Doesn't matter, he requested your presence.' White made it clear she didn't know herself and that she didn't care either, all she knew was I had to get there, where ever that was, as fast as possible.

Walking towards the east wing, we went down a few stairs, now realizing where we were going. It was a place I hadn't been often but I knew what it was, the baths.
Large bathtubs underneath the east wing, big enough to be swimming pools, extravagant as always which is to be expected when you are a Malfoy.
She pushed me inside and closed the door as quick as she could, as if she didn't she would breath in some type of toxic.

The water made weird signs on the ceiling, the warmth of the water heated up the entire room.
'Malfoy…?' Looking around I didn't see him anywhere.

'Master…' He corrected. He was sitting at the far end of the bath, obviously more relaxed than before.
My eyes had to blink a few times in order for me to see him through the steam that was filling up the room.

But in my head you are still that obnoxious boy, Malfoy; that is was I wanted to say. Instead I apologized, 'Sorry…'

'Did you read tonight?'
'Yes.' I nodded; his demeanor seemed light, like earlier when we were in the library.
'Till Harry's first year…' Mumbling, not really knowing why I just told him that, of all things. I didn't know how to hold myself either, this whole thing was just awkward.
Did he call me here to just have another weird conversation with him?

'Get over here.' He tipped his head towards the corner from where he was sitting across.
Doing what I was told I quietly walked over, standing in front of him.
He swam closer to the edge he then rested his head lazily on one of his elbows, his eyes scanning me.
Observing my every move, it made me feel very conscious of myself, noticing I started to think about my breathing, the way I was holding my arms, the way I was simple standing there in from of him.

He smirked, cautious I eyed him, preparing myself for whatever he had planned for me.
'Potter… I still remember my first quidditch game against him.'
My eyebrows shot up, not understanding where he was going with his.
'Hm, a lot of my plans backfired against him.'
Was he reminiscing?

'What are you doing?' I blurted it out, sounding a lot more demanding then what I wanted to sound.
His smirk faded, his cold blue eyes staring at me, 'Nothing.'
'Why,' I bit my lip, debating whether I should say anything or not, 'What is this?'
'Nothing, don't over think it, mudblood.' The last part had not sounded taunting at all, it almost sounded humorous.

I remained silent; I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go back to my bed.
To the save dream I was having.
Why did he have to ruin my dreams too? He already had my life in his hands; he and his people haunted me, made me relive everything in my nightmares.

'Mudblood…'
He had turned his back towards me, his wet blond hair only meeting my view.
'You used to be so mad when I called you that…' Looking up at the ceiling again, 'Now you don't even care, you actually respond…'

I closed my eyes, trying to remember all who had called me that, too many faces appeared…
I had become used to it, it had become another word. Almost as common as muggle, I think only few people actually still used the word muggle, perhaps those who were muggles themselves.
'I'm used to it.'

'I know…' His response was quiet; the only thing we could hear was the water. Other than that there were no sounds aside from our own breathing, it was almost peaceful.
Closing my eyes I just let myself have this moment, even if I had to share it with Malfoy.

'I'm head of the Ministry now.' He then let his head fall under the water, coming back up, 'Who would have known?'
'Me, Draco Malfoy… Head Minister.' He said, as if talking to himself.

Unbelievable I wanted to say, nobody would have believed it five year ago, Harry and Ron would probably laugh themselves to death. Ironic, when one thinks about it.

'Many… Many want you gone.' He continued.
Me?
'Mudbloods… they want you all gone.'
'Oh.' I didn't know what to say to that. I knew some people had expressed their concern about not killing us; we could form an alliance, produce children and so on…
'I don't want to…'
You don't? I snorted, that is rich coming from you, I thought.
Responding to my ungraceful snort, he turned around to me my gaze, 'I really don't.' He repeated, as if trying to make me believe him. It was almost as if he was disappointed that I didn't believe him.

'Then don't.' I shrugged, not wanting to get into another trap set for me to fall in so he could just torture me, like all those before him had done.

'Where have you been?' He changed the subject. 'You haven't been here for the last five years, have you?'
He made it sound as if he didn't know. As if! I rolled my eyes.

'Azkaban.' I answered. 'Two years.' Holding up my fingers, I thought about those years, every memory coming before my eyes. I had to supress a shiver.
'The re-education program.' His eyes lowering, looking at the floor, it almost, almost looked as if he was ashamed.
'Two years…? It's a six months program.' Although his voice sounded questioning he knew the answer deep inside.
'Two years and three months to be exact.' I answered, those days… those days had been hell.

'I had been on the run for about nine months when they captured me.'
'My name… with my name came a great deal of pain and torture…' Saddened by the memories I sill continued, 'And after a while my name simply didn't matter anymore.'
'I was just another mudblood.' I was actually glad when that had happened, that meant they would be a little less cruel. I wasn't sure why I was telling him this, but perhaps it was because he was simply the first person to ask me?

'And then…?'
'Then I came here, they said…' I halted considering if I should tell him or not, 'They said this was my rightful place, to be reminded every day that you are the true leader of this world.'
'Were you hiding yourself from me?' His eyes hardened at the question, as if he was actually becoming mad at the thought that I had been hiding from him. Which was ridiculous thought.

I laughed, 'Why would I do that?' You can't do anything they haven't done to me yet, I thought, I knew my eyes were sparkling a little, I could feel old fire rekindle inside of me.

'I didn't settle in very well.' Continuing my story, ' and I…'
'It took me a while to get to the point where everyone else already was.' I finished.

'Explains why you are not allowed to have a wand.'
'I had one.' Answering him in a sharp-tone; did he think I wasn't able to get one?
'For about three months.' I grinned, thinking on how mad White had been several times before. He grinned back, as if he acknowledged her rebellious behavior.

'And you?' I asked, I just wanted to know. I wanted to know how he had spent these last five years, if it was all as great as they made it out to be. I don't know why, but I had this genuine feeling he actually would tell me.

'Similar.' He was thinking but before he could say anything Hermione cut him off,
'How on earth could your life be similar to mine?' Her voice raising, her temper getting the better of her.
'How dare you say that…?' Shaking her head in disbelieve.
'I didn't mean it, no not… not like that…' Malfoy sounded apologetic for once, emphasizing that he hadn't had meant that her torture was anything like his.
'But I had to follow some sort of program too.'
His eyes meeting mine, 'My father's program.'

Hermione calmed down, it occurred to her that Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, has been the one pulling the strings and that the young Malfoy had been nothing but a puppet he was using, to try and separate himself from the other Death Eaters and to make the public believe in him and his plan, or well as they thought, Draco's plans.

'He can be very… hard.' He finished.
Not feel sympathetic about him at all; Hermione simply gave him a bored expression.
Why had she bothered to tell him her story, when this had been his?
She already knew his story, what had she expect?
'I didn't think you would understand…' He mused. 'But there is more to it than meets the eye.'
His expression saddened a little, 'My mother died three years ago.'
Hermione stayed stoic, I don't even know if mine are alive she wanted to bit back. And though she didn't show, she felt a pang go through her heart, the thought sadden her.

'I think…' His voice trembled a little, someone who had not known Malfoy for most of his life would not take notice, but Hermione had spent a great deal of her life and Hogwarts, and so had he, so in a certain way she knew him.

'I think my father killed her.' He finished.

My mouthed opened to speak, but I decided against it and closed it again. What could one say to that? I didn't pity him or his mother.

Silenced filled the room again, Malfoy seemed to be in his own thoughts staring aimlessly at the floor.
I took a moment to collect my thoughts too, let it all sink in what had just happened, what had just been said.

'I want you to become my personal maid.'
His voice shattered my thoughts completely.
'Excuse me?' Sounding a bit vain.
'You heard correct.' The color of his eyes seemed to shift with his mood, his voice sounding more demanding. He wasn't going to explain himself to me and so he completely ignored my stare.

'What does this mean?'
'That you'll be my personal maid, meaning you'll be getting direct orders from me.' Malfoy took a breath and a smirk reappeared on his face.
'Are you that dense, Granger?'
No, I'm not, I understand exactly what you are saying, I thought.
Hermione gathered her courage and answered him what she had been saying in her head,
'No not that. I understand what you mean by that,' she took a deep breath, hoping for once he would answer her truthfully.
'But what does this mean?' She emphasized this by pointing her finger at Malfoy and then herself.
Malfoy remained unresponsive.
He just dove into the water, ignoring her question.

She tilted her head to the side, waiting for him pop his head from the water so he could answer her question.

How long could he hold his breath?

Slowly walking over to the edge of the bath, she peeked to see where he could have gone.
Seeing him in the water where he had dipped down, all she saw a blond mess of hair, all untangled and wild.
Nothing of how a Malfoy should look.
Blushing as she suddenly realized that he was naked, she turned around immediately.
Her ears were probably red. Silently she was cursing her own stupidity.

'Don't over think it.' His breath tickled her back, and suddenly she was very aware of his entire presence.
'Bookworm.' He added, teasing her.
'You gave me the book, remember?' She hissed back, not willing to meet him in the eye, her face was probably red, she could feel her cheeks flush even more.

It had been years since she had read one, so how could one still call her a bookworm?
'And no…' She looked over her shoulder, only to see his bare chest, blushing again, she turned her head back around and remain looking at the wall.
'I want to know.'
'Miss-Know-it-all Granger.' The smirk had been evident in his voice this time.

Hermione couldn't restrain a smile, even if memories of her former nickname made her bitter, she couldn't help herself since no one had called her that in years.
And of all the people in the world it was him. Again.
He, who had called her that name so many times when they had been in school, was now the first to call her that again in the years that had passed since then.

She sighed, knowing that he would not answer her question, for the simple reason that he didn't have to.

'So your first order… Fetch me a towel.'
'Excuse me?' Hermione couldn't believe he would just simply ignore the situation. The situation he had created!

'Well, how do you suggest I dry myself off?' His voice answered teasingly.
Hermione was well aware her face was probably as red as a tomato, she also concluded that Malfoy found the entire thing very entertaining.
'R-right…' Mumbling idiot, she cursed at herself.

Taking a large towel on the high shelf nearby; she suddenly became aware that she would be giving him his towel, meaning he was wet, which meant he was naked….
Of course he was, he was taking a bath…
Rolling her eyes at her ignorance, I've become dumber in just a matter of seconds, this is what you get for having an almost decent conversation with a Malfoy and they say muggle-borns are a bad influence-
'Granger!?' Malfoy sounded voice sounded irritated, disturbing her train of thoughts.
'S-sorry!'

Turning around her eyes became wide, covering her own eyes and turning back around, she couldn't stop her own reaction, 'What are you doing!?'
'Waiting for you.' He answered evidently.
'I don't want to see you—' Blushing harder, trying to find the right word, 'bare.'
'Bare?' He snickered, 'You mean naked?'
'Whatever.' Not wanting to acknowledge anything he was saying, Hermione squeezed her eyes shut.
Couldn't he have just grabbed his own towel and let her leave in peace?
'Nude.' Malfoy continued.
'Yes, yes…' She expanded her arm aiming towards him without looking, she had seen more than enough.
'That's not the proper way to give someone a towel.'

'Malfoy!'

'Yes?' He had reached a breaking point, she had just lost, her trained answers going down the drain together with the bathwater.
'I thought it was Master?' He added in as if he was in afterthought.

'No-Yes-Whatever! Just grab the towel!'

'Hahaha….' Malfoy's laughter filled the now echoing room. 'You're still so much fun, Granger.'
'I'm glad I could amuse you.' Hermione rolled her eyes; finally he had taken the towel.

When can I leave? Sighing, tapping her foot, hoping it would be over soon. Why am I even here, to talk a little, grab a towel and then embarrass myself?

'Well…' Malfoy gave her a look of disappointment, one she did not see, 'You should turn around when you are spoken to.'

Letting out a sigh of frustration she turned around, Malfoy was still naked, well not naked-naked but you know bare chest naked…
Biting her lip, he could tell she was still uneasy at seeing him like, well this.

Shrugging his shoulders he continued what he wanted to say earlier, 'You are to be at my room at eight.'
Hermione waited a few seconds for further instructions, there was an awkward stare.
'And..?' she eventually said.
'And that's it.' He answered. 'Await further instructions, Granger.' He now sounded more like the Malfoy she was used to, authority and superior behavior at all cost.

'Alright.' She felt even more awkward now.
'Anything else…' Doubting a little she added, 'Master?'
'No.'
Taking it as her tune to leave, she headed straight for the door.
'Oh, wait,' Pausing, probably to expand the tension.
'Next time, Granger'
'You help me dry off, understood?'
Hermione turned around and gave him a look of pure disbelieve, he returned hers with rather bored expression.

Hermione face turned bright red again. She couldn't tell if he was serious or pulling a prank on her.

'Hahaha…'

His laughter brought her back to reality, yes he was indeed joking.
'Goodnight.' She said coldly, slamming the door shut.

'Idiot!' She grumbled, this time she said it loud enough for him to not doubt if she indeed had said it or not.
But once again she was referring more to herself then to him, and once again she was planning to keep that to herself. Letting him get under her skin like that!
She didn't know what he was planning but for all she knew this could be nothing more than a scheme for his entertainment.

Tomorrow morning she wouldn't let herself get tricked, it was a good thing no one had seen or heard this. Thank god, she thought horrified by the thoughts what had happened mere minutes ago.

She could only imagine what White would do if she were to hear of. Or if she were to witness this... On second thought, she probably couldn't imagine what she would do if she had witness this whole deal…

Quietly walking towards her room, trying not to wake anyone up, she held her breath a little when she passed White's room.

'Well?'

A chill ran down her spine when she actually heard her voice.
Damn her, making her think the coast was clear only to attack her when she least expected it.
'Hm?' Hermione turned around uninterested.
'What did he want?' White asked impatient to hear what she would have to say.
'Oh…' Hermione inwardly smirked, 'A towel.'
She raised her eyebrows, not believing a word she was saying.
'Just a towel?'
'Yes.' Hermione nodded.

Hermione was sure she wanted to accuse her of something but she was afraid that White herself didn't know what that was just yet.
So for once the domineering woman stayed silent. Opening her mouth slightly to only mutter a hardly audible 'Goodnight.
''Night.' Hermione knew that she probably still held a foolish grin on her face, staring at her superior's bedroom door, but she couldn't help but feel a little victorious.

When she finally was underneath the covers, a slight ache passed through her heart. Although she knew nothing more horrible could happen to her, she still was afraid.
Afraid of what Malfoy was planning.
Afraid she might end up actually missing her monotone life.
No.
No she would never miss it, not at all.
She was just afraid.
Of what… she didn't quite know herself.


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