Hermione found herself in a luxurious bathroom with a huge bathtub that was filled with hot soapy water and she found herself staring at a house-elf.
"Miss, I am called Dinky. Master Draco told me to clean you up and then you will get dressed and eat supper." Hermione stepped forward and let Dinky strip her and she stepped into the hot water. She gasped. Every bruise, scrap and tear burned fresh in the heat of the soapy water. After a minute, the pain started to ease away. "There must be Essence of Dittany in here," she murmured to herself.
"Thank you Dinky. This is very nice." Dinky scrubbed her back. She washed her face and hair. Every inch of Hermione was scrubbed clean. Every hair from her shoulders down was removed. Her toenail and fingernails were trimmed, polished and painted. Dinky snapped her fingers and her hair was back, but it was sleek and glossy, and down to the middle of her back.
Hermione stepped out of her bath and Dinky helped her into an elegant silk and velvet cream colored bathrobe. The house-elf took her to a wardrobe where she found even more elegant robes of silk, velvet, satin, and fur. She picked the simplest robe of velvet. It was midnight blue and large enough to contain her thin body with the massive belly she had. She turned to Dinky, hoping it was time to eat something. She thought back. Had it been 2 days since her last meal? If meal was the right word; it contained of 2 pieces of stale, moldy bread and butter with half a glass of red wine. She didn't want to drink the wine, but it was this or nothing. She believed the wine was laced with something or maybe it was because she had hardly any food in her system, but she felt instantly sleepy.
Dinky led her to a simple room with a table and a plate piled high with food. Hermione looked at the food and her mouth watered. She tried to slow herself down, reminding herself to chew at least 20 times before swallowing. She took in grateful swallows of water, juice and milk. When she ate and drank her fill, Dinky snapped her fingers and the table was clean.
"Thank you Dinky. What happens now?" Dinky smiled.
"Miss, you sleep. Come, come. I will show you to your bed." Hermione followed the house-elf into a small but gorgeous bedroom. There was a four-poster bed in the center with emerald green covers. "You will not be able to escape from this room. I would sleep now miss. I will be here to collect you in the morning."
"Dinky, do you know who my … groom will be?" She kept her voice from showing the fear she had.
"Dinky cannot say. Master Draco has forbidden it! I must go now and iron my hands."
"No. Please. You do not need to harm yourself. You followed Mal… Master Draco's orders." She placed a hand on the shaking house-elf.
"Miss. You are very kind. Even in this house, you are above me in status and you still are kind, like an equal. Good night, miss. I will never forget you." And a snap of her fingers, she was gone, the door closed and the lanterns blew out.
The moon was the only light in the room. She thought for a moment on whether she wanted to cover the windows or not. She decided to keep them open. After her dark long-term imprisonment, she liked the idea of seeing the stars. What would tomorrow bring? She tried to think of who she knew that was a Death Eater. Every person she came up with, she shuddered. Maybe it was best to not think about it. She slipped into bed and after a minute fell asleep.