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Chapter 2

Queen Hermione of Imagination

Hermione walked down the corridors, her bare feet padding lightly on the floor. The place was cold and dark, only charmed sconces lined the wall giving off dim light. Pan walked ahead of her, her large eyes glancing at all the rooms as they passed. Then, she stopped and reached for the doornob. Hermione pushed open the door and looked in. The room was coated in dust as it hadn't been used in a long time. An old oak wardrobe sat in the far corner, one of the doors open and set off it's hinges. The bed in the center was rusted brass, though it looked like it might have been beautiful once. The matress itself was worn and dusty like the rest of the place. A small vanity sat opposite the wardrobe, the mirror cracked in several places, and the chair in front of it was laying on it's side. It was about the same size as Draco's office, and though it was in poor condition, Hermione smiled warmly. She had a bed. A real bed. She imagined how good she would sleep now. And the best feature to her aside from the bed was the fireplace.

"Hermy, Master Dracos says that we's gots to fixes it up. It takes not very long." Pan looked up at her, smiling. By we, she meant her and the house-elves, but she knew that Hermione would not just stand by and watch. She would help no matter how many times a protesting comment was raised. Hermione nodded, looking at the room in awe. Despite the condition of everything, Hermione felt like a guest instead of a prisoner.

Before long, dozens of the little house elves flooded the room and pushed Hermione out. She screamed protest, but the little elves ignored her and closed the door. Hermione paced the hall outside the door, fuming that they had not let her help and about 10 minutes later, they walked back out again, looking extremely please with themselves. Hermione fed them a peice of her mind before they left and went into the room. Sconces were lit, casting a warm light over everything. They even radiated a bit of warmth all around. The furnature was fixed and dusted and a fancy comforter set covered the bed. Her eyes rested on the cheery fire burning in the fireplace. The room was beautiful and instead of a guest, she suddenly felt like a queen.

She opened the wardrobe door and peered in. Dozens of robes and muggle outfits hung inside and she touched each one of them as if trying to make sure that these precious items were not made of dream stuffs.

She grinned and collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The bed was as comfortable as she imagined.

"I take it you enjoy this?" Draco's cold voice interrupted her happy train of thought, a slight minor of triumph and satisfaction in his tone.

Hermione scrambled to her feet at stood straight, not looking at him. Before Draco's father died, Lucius had made sure she was trained proporly. He had been the one to break her of her stubborness. This was something Draco despised.

"Damnit Granger, look at me when I speak to you!" he hissed at her. Hermione's eye met his with a stubborn, intelligent regarding look, then almost as soon as it showed up, a look of stupidity replaced it, making her look docile. A flash of amusement flickered on his face for a moment and he stepped forward.

"Hermione Granger playing stupid...That is indeed a sight." He murmured. He walked around the room, inspecting everything before decided that the elves had done a decent job. He then turned back to the girl.

"Is everything to your liking, Granger?"

"Yes sir. Everything is perfect."

Draco snorted.

"It is far from perfect Granger. You are simply easy to please."

Hermione remained silent at that.

Draco frowned at the lack of reaction.

"How about the clothing? Is it too your taste? If it is not, tell me now and I will send for replacements..."

Hermione shook her head.

"The clothing is also perfect, sir. But then again, I'm easy to please, so of course it is." She eyed him cooly and then bit her tongue, bracing herself for punishment.

A small smile touched Draco's face and he bent a little so he was eye level with her.

"Well now, thats much better. Its nice to see that the Hermione Granger I once knew is still around...if not a tiny bit..." With that, he spun on his heal and headed for the door.

"Get some sleep Granger. I'll have Pan bring you food in the morning. Also, I doubt she showed you because she is such a idiotic little thing, but there is a bathroom to your right." Hermione turned to look at it. Indeed, there was a door slightly ajar that had been hidden by the other open door. Draco watched her as she stared at it in glee. Slowly, he closed the door, leaving the girl alone.

Hermione wandered slowly to the bathroom and walked in. The sconces it up as soon as she entered, throwing its golden light on a large tub, a sink, a mirror, and a shelf of towels, soaps, and beauty products. She stepped towards the tub in a daze and grinned. Slowly, she reached down and turned the knobs and perfumed water began to fill the tub in all it's steaming glory.

Hermione stripped and got into the water, sinking up to her chin. A goofy grin could be seen on her face and she closed her eyes. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought it might be.

A/N: Okay, after long last, the second chapter. Its not as long as the previous chapter, but thats alright. Please Read and Review! Reviews keep me going!