Chapter Two:

Hermione scrubbed various floors, not small ones either. She was about fed up with Narcissa's protestant lectures on how elf's with no legs could do better. She slammed the sponge back in the Grey bucket that held dirty brown soapy water and looked up at the older women. Narcissa curled back in disgust as the water in the bucket swished out from the impact of the sponge. "What do you think you're doing, you're just making more work for yourself do you know that!" She yelled at Hermione who sat on the wet floor, soaking her more than necessary dirty jeans she wore from the other night. Hermione just looked up at the women blank faced not wanting to anger the women anymore than she already was. Narcissa stomped her foot down, "How dare you look at me, you should feel proud you got to be in the same room as me." She stopped her rant and looked around at the floor, then looked back at Hermione, "Clean the rest of this floor then go down to the dungeons and wait till I need you again."

Hermione sighed and grabbed the sponge rang it out once, and slapped it down on the already shining floor. Hermione could tell the floor was already sparkling clean but didn't have the griffendor braveness to tell off the older women.

Once she finished scrubbing the floor till even the cracks in the floor were shining, she headed down the barley lit halls down to the dungeons. She passed several portraits that didn't move and couldn't help but feel sick as she reached the stone steps leading down to her "new room." She reached the bars that would be barricading her in. She took a deep breath and pushed open the bars and walked in. Her eyes had to adjust to the darkness before she could move any further in unless she felt like tripping and landing on the concrete ground that she was "oh so very lucky" to lay on.

Not long after Hermione finally got settled in, she heard light heels clicking down the stairs. Hermione tried to see who reached the bars, but couldn't make out who was now standing on the other side of the bars. She heard the 'click' of the lock unhitching and the figure slowly waltz in.

Hermione thought if she could some way to past the person in between the door and her, she could make a run for it. But there was one fault in her plan, she had no clue what was waiting outside the bars that kept her locked in the dungeons.

She decided against her plan as the figure turned more into the light while stepping more into the dungeons, reveling a not so very happy Narcissa. Hermione gulped as she looked at the blonde women standing before her. "Well, it appears Lucius needs to 'talk' with you." She said with sarcasm as she stalked over to Hermione and tugged up on her hair lifting her to her feet.

"Now can you walk on your own or do I have to tug you all the way up the stairs?" Hermione scuffed at the woman's remark and tugged her head away from Narcissa grasp.

"I can walk on my own, thank you." Hermione said confidently as she strode past the disgusted looking women. Hermione reached the bars and stopped short, realizing the women did not follow. "You coming." Hermione half asked half snapped at the blonde who was staring blanking at the ceiling.

Narcissa smirked at the girl and began walking towards her,"I'd watch your attitude some people won't take it as much as i do." Narcissa said threateningly as she graced passed Hermione and up the stairs.

Hermione just held her tongue and followed the women up the stone stairs. When they reached the door leading out of the cold dungeons, Narcissa took a deep breath and creaked open the heavy door. light immediately hit Hermione and it took her a few moments to be able to see again. She looked around the room. Their were five people standing by a grand fireplace that was lit, Hermione noted that they were all most likely death eaters hence the fact that she heard a rumor that they hung out at the Malfoy manor.

The figures by the fire place all wore black cloaks that went down to her ankles. Hermione couldn't see their faces since they were all talking silently facing the fire place.

They all looked up as the two ventured more into the room, Hermione could have sworn she saw one hooded man smile as she hurriedly followed Narcissa out through the hall way to their right. She saw Narcissa nod towards the people and then continued to lead Hermione through the manor.

Hermione didn't know how many halls they ventured through and how many doors they went through, but soon enough Narcissa stopped at a large wooden door that had a big 'L' engraved on the door frame. Hermione felt nervous as Narcissa place her small hand on the golden door knob, and knocked three times on the center of the door.

"Enter." A load confident voice said from inside. Hermione held her breath as the door slide open reviling a big room that held little light which came from small candles that hung on the walls. The light from the flames glowed through out the room reveling expensive leather couches that were placed all around the walls of the room. By the far wall was a dark wooden desk, that held stacks of papers. Hermione glance all around the room then locked eyes with the man she feared most at the moment. Lucius was standing by one of the sofas he stood proud underneath his self portrait that was five sizes to big then it should have been. Hermione almost laughed as she remember having a conversation with Harry on the subject that the Malfoy manor most likely had thousands of painting of Lucius scattered around the walls.

Hermione quickly lost the thought as she saw him staring at her with much hatred. "Mind telling me what was so amusing that you had to smile in my presence?" He said as she sneered at the poor witch.

Hermione stood glued to her spot. Narcissa was still standing slightly to her right, and smirked at the witch that was obviously cursing herself. Narcissa looked up at Lucius and curtsied, while he bowed his head a little, then the blonde women escorted herself out of the room.

Hermione stayed silent as Lucius took a seat on his black leather couch and made himself comfortable. Hermione started playing with the hem of her shirt, one of her nervous habits shes' had since she was very little.

He cleared his throat signaling he was about to begin speaking.

A/N: Well how is it so far? I'm liking it alot better than the last version :) I hope you guys like it better also. Next chapter I'll have Draco make an appearance, since he wasn't in this chapter. Also The next chapter will be longer, I promise :) You can expect the next chapter to be up sometime this week, maybe in two days? I'm not sure, I have this whole week off so I have tons of time to wirte. Well bye :D