Another Chapter I hope you enjoy...

"Very good. Now , would you like to know what your future holds for you?"

Hermione tensed and nodded. Something inside her jumped when he said her name.

"Yes I-I would."

"You will give us all the information we wish to know in regards to the Potter boy. If you comply no harm will come to you, so I suggest you don't make stupid decisions and think your pride and pathetic loyalty matters. I will provide you with a room in the Manor, I can see time in here has taken it's toll on you. "

He then shouted,

"Chumley!"

A house elf appeared wearing the same clothes as Dobby had when he worked for the Malfoy's. If you could even call them clothes.

"Take the Mudblood to her room and do as I ordered you."

The elf nodded nervously.

"Yes Master Malfoy." Chumley took Hermione's hand and the dissapparated.

They apparated into a bedroom. It was quite large and rather plain. It had a bathroom with a large oval bath. It was just simple and plain looking…

"Master ordered Chumley to run Miss a bath and says miss must try to make herself presentable for dinner in twenty-five minutes." Of course I wouldn't have time to relax that bastard.

Hermione looked confused.

"Ready for dinner?" "Am I dining with him?" Shock came over her face.

"Miss mustn't ask questions, Master will punish Chumley!" the elf's eyes widened as he looked panicked.

"No Chumley, please calm down. I'll take a bath alright?" Shouldn't getting the elf worried. He definitely beats them. I wont give him a reason to.

"Thank you Miss,"

Chumley snapped his fingers.

Hermione heard running water.

"I'll just go take my bath then." I have to think…

"Remember Miss twenty-five minutes" Chumley disappeared.

Hermione walked into the bathroom the water was running and there were towels to dry and everything was normal. She smelled the water and took a bit of the towel and dipped it in. Nothing…Just checking. She peeled off her dress and folded it. She sunk herself into the nice water. Think Hermione if you go he could interrogate and torture you. If you refuse to go he can still do it. It just wont be over dinner. I have to eat…Although it could be poisoned with veritesiurm. Wait, Snape taught us how to detect it! It has a very almost undetectable odor. Only people with the finest sense of smell can. They are extremely rare. Luckily I could… And he wouldn't kill me he needs me. I need to make him think I am of use as long as possible until I think of something new.

She thoroughly cleaned herself and washed her hair. When she turned the water off and grabbed the towel she noticed her dress was gone.

"Chumley?"

She didn't panic.

If Lucius Malfoy wonders why I can't attend I might as well tell him. Well Lucius, as you could see I have nothing covering my naked body besides this towel. Unless of course if you would prefer it off?

What the hell is wrong with me? She blushed, and bit her lip going deep into her thoughts.

The elf appeared.

"Chumley heard Miss."

Hermione broke out of thought.

"Yes Chumley I'm afraid I couldn't find my dress? I'm expected to be ready in about 10 minutes I believe and I haven't anything to wear."

"Oh yes Miss chumley has your dress." Chumley snapped his fingers and on Hermione's bed appeared a a long white colored dress with a hint of silver sequin. She ran her fingers across the fabric to feel it.

"Oh Miss your shoes, they are on the other side of the bed. Chumley must be going now, Miss must be ready in 10 minuites."

Hermione nodded. She peered to look on the other side of the bed silver high heels. Hermione shivered why did he give me beautiful clothes to wear? Is this some kind of sick Death Eater dinner? No Hermione be brave. No use in being a coward now Put on the damn dress. Wait shite! I don't have underwear. Hermione felt silly calling Chumley for something like that. Hermione slipped on the dress. And put on the shoes. She stepped in front of the Mirror. She gasped.

The dress hugged her curves beautifully. It also held up her chest quite nice. She turned around and saw how it hugged her full figure. It was beautiful and elegant. She was going to be seen by someone she despised…Lucius.

Hermione felt nausea she thought she might just vomit. She ran to the bathroom. As she positioned herself in front of the sink the feeling slowly went away.

She looked into the mirror and ran her fingers through her long curls the were soft and full. Her hair hadn't been frizzy like years before. She had most definitely grown.

Hermione realized her ten minutes were up and headed into the bedroom. Chumley appeared.

"Grab my hand Miss." The elf extended his long wrinkled hand. Hermione exhaled deeply and grasped it.

Hermione appeared at the top of a grand stair case. At the bottom were a room full of guests…Death Eaters. Drinking and dancing, celebrating.

She turned to her left. "Chum.."

The elf had left. Where is Lucius? Hermione looked left and right and hadn't seen anyone.

Have to go..get away from here.

No one had noticed her yet Hermione began to paces quietly and as soon as she reached a hallway she began to run. She turned right and saw a spiral staircase and reached to take off her shoes to avoid the clicking sound of her heels.

"Going somewhere mudblood?"

Hermione's heart dropped. …Lucius. She turned around slowly. His robes were exquisite. It was the finest tailored suit she had ever seen. He was wearing a black suit. She had never seen such a deep black in her life. His hair was tied back. His refined jaw line was even more noticeable highlighting his aristocratic features.

"Explain yourself, Mudblood please, what on earth made you think you can disobey me in my own home and think you might not be caught hm? She turned around. A look of shock and almost admiration crossed his face. He was examining her up and down.

Hermione was shocked "I-I didn't want to see those people."

Lucius chuckled and returned to her face. "You think you have a say? Well you have not been here long enough I suppose it's understandable."

"What i-is wrong with you? Any sane person wouldn't want to be anywhere near a pig like Dolohov or a psycho like Bellatrix."

Something flickered in his eyes almost a hint of…no there's nothing there. There couldn't be.

She began to tear "P-please Lucius don't make me go, some of those people murdered my …" She looked up at him he was smirking a most evil smirk . A feeling of disgust rose up in her. Ron…

"I'm not going. Starve me If you must."

He came at her. He gripped her chin with force his words dripping with disdain.

"Enough you are coming with me and you will comply like a good little Mudblood or you will be severely punished. Am I understood?"

Her jaw was aching terribly. She nodded.

"What was that?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, yes I will comply."

"Good girl. Come along now."

He grasped her arm with force and tugged her. Her arm was bursting in pain.

"L-Lucius your hurting me."

He paused for a second and continued to walk. They ended up on the top of the staircase.

"Ladies and gentlemen as I have promised Potters brains in the flesh, the Mudblood herself.

They all began whispering. Bellatrix began to laugh it was an evil screech that broke barriers. It made the scar on her arm almost sting in reminder.

Hermione turned a bit red and inhaled.

"I have invited you all here this evening to clarify that the fact that the Mudblood will be interrogated by myself, as was assigned by the Dark Lord the night of her capture. The past few days there has been some confusion. I have overheard some diluted individuals amongst us say that they, were in fact entitled some sort of authority over the Mudblood. You will now be enlightened to know that these are all false accusations and that the Mudblood is mine and mine alone."

Mine and Mine alone.

It was at that moment Hermione felt a burning stare and met the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.

Hmm… The very prestigious Narcissa Malfoy what on earth will she think?

Update will come as soon as possible. I have many ideas floating in my head that will not subside..

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