I am so sorry about the delay for this chapter. It's just after my exam I got writers block on this story. But don't worry, that is over now. This chapter got finished. So have fun reading.
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Forgetting Hogwarts
It didn't take them long to pack. Hermione had put a compression spell on every item that went into her suitcase, so, what looked like it could only carry a couple pants, skirts, tops and some underwear held all of her tops; twenty-nine; pants; five; skirts; sixteen; and underwear. As well as her training robes, dress robes, and casual robes; and all her books. And it wasn't that heavy; thanks to another spell of Hermione's.
"Here I'll take it," Harry said grabbing the handle of the bag. They hadn't talked much during the packing; Hermione was crying too much and Harry knew better to talk to her when she was in moods like that.
"Thanks Harry," Hermione said slowly standing up from the floor. Harry started for the door, going to hold it open for her. "Hey Harry!" he stopped to turn around, "Kill me?"
"Hermione I can't do that," Harry said dropping her bag and rushed over to hug her. After a couple seconds, a minute most likely, he held her at arms length and looked her straight in the eye. "I wouldn't be able to kill you Hermione. Not for all the gold in the world, not even if it meant Voldemort would come back. And besides it could be worse." Hermione gave him a skeptical look, "Really. You could have had to marry that Rikkulus Ronford fellow. Next to some forty-something sick-o, even the ferret would be a welcome choice."
"Thank you for that unneeded complement Potter, now get your hands off of my fiancé," came a silky voice from the door. Harry whipped around; Hermione looked over his shoulder; to see Malfoy leaning against a door post, arms crossed, and somewhat glaring. He peeled himself from the door and walked over to them, stopping to pick up Hermione's bag; Ron could be seen rushing in after him.
Malfoy went and stood behind Hermione. Then in a cruel cold ordering type voice said, "Now be a good girl, and tell your idiotic friends' goodbye, we're leaving." He shoved her slightly, causing her to loose her balance for half a second.
She hugged both of them at the same time, sniffling and crying as she said, "Bye. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early. Now Ron, remember to actually wear you training robes this time, and don't spend all morning eating breakfast. Harry, help him remember, and don't forget to send Ginny letters every other day." She smiled mischievously, "I'll see you later, ok? Bye?"
"Yes yes, very sentimental, now lets go," Malfoy snapped pulling her back, and before anyone could say anything he, while still clutching onto her arm, apparated away.
"A little warning would be nice!" Hermione spat as they appeared at the foot of a long stone walkway fenced in by beautiful green trees. She yanked her arm out of his grasp.
"Ah, ah, ah," Malfoy tsked grabbing her arm again, "a little warning would be uncalled for." He started walking up the walkway, pulling Hermione along. "Now first thing you are going to do is change into appropriate robes for tea, and then join me and my parents for tea. Today they don't expect perfect behavior, you being a Mudblood and all."
"You could at least stop with the name calling Malfoy," Hermione spat.
"You will stop ordering me around," Malfoy replied back evenly, then continued with his talk, "After that you will begin your official training in being a purebloods wife. Most of it my mother has graciously offered to do. The fine tuning will be left up to me. And get this straight real fast, the faster you give in and become submissive, the less pain you'll be in."
"Like I would do anything you say," Hermione growled. Malfoy responded by tugging her arm, causing her to stumble a bit.
"Ah, here we are," Malfoy said a few minutes later. Hermione looked up; she had been staring at the stone path for the whole time. What she saw was breathtaking. A mansion, that could almost be called a palace rose up from emerald green freshly cut grass. The building itself was a dull grey, but the colour seamed to suit it. It looked to be centuries old, and probably was. Hermione would have loved to just stand there and admire the house, and the surrounding lawn and tree's, and would have been willing too if she hadn't known whose house it was. But no such luck, Malfoy, continued down the path to the mansion, up the stone steps, and pushed open the heavy wooden doors.
"Good afternoon Master Malfoy," a voice said, causing Hermione to look down to see a house elf bent down into a low bow.
She opened her mouth to say something to the elf, when Malfoy cut her off. In a sharp tone he commanded to the elf, "Flippy take Miss Granger here to her room, and help her change into the robes Mistress Malfoy set out for her. After you have done that escort her to the parlor for tea. And Flippy, do NOT let her out of your sight. Am I clear?"
"Yes Master," the elf, Flippy, said with another low bow. "Flippy will do exactly what Master says. Flippy will do that right this moment Master. Come with Flippy Miss." Malfoy let go of her arm as Flippy, dressed in what looked to be a very old baby's bed sheet, took her hand and led her away.
"You don't have to do this Flippy," Hermione said kindly, "you don't have to do this at all."
"Miss talks foolishness to Flippy," Flippy said, "Flippy is a house elf. Flippy must do whatever Master tells Flippy to do. And Flippy must do so without complaint. And Flippy does that, because Flippy is a good house elf. Not like brother Dobby. Dobby bad house elf, dreaming of freedom and luxuries that are not for house elves to have. No Miss, Flippy will do what Master tells Flippy to do."
"But Flippy, wouldn't you rather be free? Not having to serve anyone but yourself? Wouldn't that be better then being a slave?" Hermione asked still in a kind voice.
"No Miss," Flippy replied, "Miss is still asking Flippy silly questions. Flippy is a house elf Miss. House elves do not deserve freedom or need freedom. Flippy is happy where Flippy is. Flippy serves a powerful family, and Flippy is happy to do so." She suddenly stopped in front of a door. Being so intent on trying to convince Flippy that freedom would be very good, Hermione hadn't been paying attention to where they were going. "This is Miss's room," Flippy said opening the door. Hermione stepped in, and was sure her heart had stopped momentarily.
The room was, of course, all done in green and silver. The thick carpet was green, and the walls were silver. A wooden, portable, closet that was brown with a tint of green stood in one corner of the room. On the wall closest to the door sat a green vanity, with a large heart shaped mirror. Another wooden door stood next to the vanity. In the middle of the room sat the largest single person bed Hermione had even seen. A canopy bed even. The frame was brown. But the thick quilt on top was green, and Hermione was sure that underneath it, the other blankets would be silver and green. And the pillows that sat at the headboard were all silver and green. The mesh that rested on top of the tall bed posts was see-through silver.
On the bed though, lay a silver dress, with green ribbon weaved into it, and beside the dress was silver robes with green cuffs, and green at all the edges.
"Master wishes for Miss to wear this for tea Miss," Flippy said pushing Hermione to the bed. She clapped her hand once and suddenly Hermione was not in her knee length skirt and white blouse, but in the dress and robe. Her other clothes not to be found. She looked down at the dress, which ended just below her knee's, and was surprised that it looked good on her. It also made the ring on her finger more noticeable then before. She tried to pull of the ring but it wouldn't budge.
"Miss cannot take off Miss's engagement ring Miss," Flippy said guiding her to the vanity to do her hair and make-up, "Master has put a spell on it so that Miss will not be able to remove it Miss." Hermione scowled. "Miss should not do that either, Master will not like it Miss." It took the elf all told, ten minutes to do Hermione's hair and make-up. True it was because the elf used some magic on the make-up to apply itself onto Hermione, so the time was only spent on the hair. It ended with Hermione wear a light silver eye shadow, a hint of blush, and a nice shade or red for lipstick. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, with no hair hanging in her face or out of the bun.
"Flippy?" Hermione asked after the elf was done her hair.
"Yes Miss?" Flippy asked with a bow.
"What is through that door?" Hermione asked nodding to the door by the vanity.
"Master Malfoy's room Miss," Flippy said. "Now come Miss. Master, Master, and Mistress will be waiting for Miss, and Flippy will be punished if Miss is late."
"But it wouldn't be your fault Flippy," Hermione said standing up none-the-less, not wanting to put the little elf in harms way. Flippy took her hand and led her from the room again. This time Hermione tried to watch where they were going. It seamed to be a constant stream of stone corridors, lit only by torches on the wall. Paintings were hissing at her as she walked by, and calling her a Mudblood. She tried to remember the way back to the room, but after left right left left left left right left right left left right right right left right left left right, she couldn't remember how many lefts went where and when.
"In here Miss," Flippy said stopping by yet another door. Flippy opened the door, and stepped in, pulling Hermione with her. With a bow she said, "Miss Granger is here Master."
"You may go Flippy," came the cold drawl of Malfoy Jr. The house elf scampered from the room, letting the door fall behind her. Hermione winced as it shut with a slight bang. She was now alone in enemy territory. She looked up to see Malfoy Jr, and Sr. and well as Mrs. Malfoy.
And there you have it. Chapter four. Hope you liked it.
Now, I am holding a vote. I need to know if people want Hermione and Malfoy to actually fall in love or not. I already know how this one is going to end. This vote if for the ending of the sequel. So please, when you review, please put whether you want them to fall in love, or stay enemies. Thank you.
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