Here we are! Sorry the last chapter was bit boring, I just needed to introduce Melora, so she didn`t appear out of thin air. Anyways, I`ll stop babbling, and just let you start reading already. GO BACK. THIS IS THE THIRD CHAPTER I ADDED TODAY. I JUST WANTED TO MAKE UP FOR BEING GONE SO LONG. GO BACK. I REPEAT. GO BACK.
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Hermione tip-toed into Arthur`s room, cursing Merlin to the bowel`s of hell. The servant had asked Hermione to cover him once again and Hermione was beginning to see a pattern. She could have used this time to practice her wandless magic, but instead, here she was; picking up the silver Arthur`d eaten dinner off of.
She was glad Arthur was gone, not ready to face him after witnessing him making cow eyes at Melora through dinner last night. Merlin had assured her they`d barely spoken, but it did nothing to console her.
Just as she`d set the goblet on top of the single plate, and lifted it up, the door creaked open. She balanced the plate on her hip as she whirled around to stare at Arthur, who seemed to have just come from something that involved sweating. Blond hair pushed off his face, face glistening, and he still looked bloody gorgeous.
He stared at her, and when he oppened his mouth and said "Oh, Hermine, I .. uh.." she suddenly realized where she was and who she was talking to. A picture of how he`d looked at Melora last night swam in front of her eyes, and her expression hardened.
"Sorry if I intruded, my lord," She walked briskly towards the door with her chin high, trying to channel the no-nonsense behaviour and dignity of Professor McGonagall.
Arthur paused beside her, and reached out a hand as if to stop her, but thought better of it and let it drop down to his side. "If this is about-"but Hermione was already opening the door.
Opening the door to face a very surprised looking Melora, long pale hair shining in the morning sunlight, eyes predotory as they examined Hermione. Hermione had suddenly wished she had run a brush through her hair a couple more times before braiding it that morning, looking at Melora`s silky straight hair.
The aforementioned blonde raised a curious eyebrow. "And who are you exactly?" she inquired. "Someone of importance? someone worth talking to?" She queried, then ran her eyes over Hermione's pale cream dress. "Or are you one of the help?" She stressed 'help' as if Hermione had a mental illness, and Melora felt sympathy for her.
Hermione held back a smile, keeping her face in a nuetral mask. She can see Arthur's indignant expression from the corner of her eyes, but she also knows that Arthur's watching her, waiting to see what her reaction will be.
"I'm just the woman who opens the door," She said curtly, brushing past Melora after mustering a slight curtsy and out the door, not bothering to look back and see the expression of amusement on Arthur's face.
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