Drink, drinks need a drink.
"Zingy," water, beer, hell even poison would sooth my throat.
"Yes Master?" the house elf asked in a high squeaky voice.
"I want a fine wine for Miss Granger and myself." I commended.
"Yes Master." And with in second's tickle-me-pink wine was placed in front of both of us.
We sat there eating our dinner while stealing glances at each other.
After awhile of feeling her eyes on me, I was getting annoyed.
I opened my mouth to ell her to spit out whatever was brothering her, but just as I opened my mouth she starting speaking.
"Why sir, I thought you hate my kind."
"Miss Granger, I have and always will hate your kind, but you saved my life thus making me indebt. If I hadn't 'brought' you then you'd be more then likely beaten, whipped, starved, raped, passed around and then killed. You should think yourself lucky that I had paid such a high price for the you." I told her firmly and cold.
We remained silent for the rest of dinner.
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"Miss Granger, I have something to show you." She looked at him as if trying to see into my mind, my soul. I let out a shiver, there's something about her eyes. For one they look dead but still wise and for two he could almost feel them striping him of his clothes, skin and blood to get to his soul.
"Okay, sir." She replied politely.
I didn't like it, she was too polite. Did her fire die along with her friends? What about her Gryffindor sprit? Where did it all go?
I lead her out of the dining room, pass the ball room and into the study, and the first things she sees…books thousands of books.
The look on her face sent a warm feeling through me.
She turned to me and…HUGGED me she hugged me. I need a shower, I need to burn my clothes, I need to…whoa wait a minute,
I look at her, she's walking towards to books.
A mudblood touched me, ruined my clothes, and got her filthy germs on me. So why don't I feel disgusted?
I went and sat down behind my desk trying to work, trying not to notice her happy face as she reads the books.
I didn't even hear the door open, but I did notice Miss Grangers face change, not that I was watching her, I was working.
I faintly hear someone call me.
"Father."