A/N: And it all keeps a-comin'
As the Death Eaters pulled her along, Hermione's thoughts were racing. Kissed her? When did he kiss her? Then it came back…the argument, he kissed her, she ran and Wormtail kidnapped her and tortured her…I must have forgotten it completely, thought Hermione. She was confused and angry when the Death Eaters pushed her into another cold room.
'Wear this,' a Death Eater barked.
He pointed to something behind her.
She looked and saw a magnificent Victorian-style dress, pale blue with beautiful embroidery on a dressmaker's mannequin.
'Why?' she said, utterly and completely confused.
'You will ask no questions. You will wear this dress.' The other said.
Banging the door behind them, he left.
Hermione pulled the dress of the mannequin, pulled off her own clothes and pulled on the corset. Tightening the strings with difficulty, she put on the petticoat and then the dress. Folding up her clothes, she carefully placed Harry's jacket on top. A gruff voice called, 'You ready?'
'Yes,' she said.
A Death Eater opened the door and pulled another woman into the room. 'Do her hair the way his Lord commanded.' He said, and left.
The blonde woman sat down in front of her.
'You!' she said.
'Rita Skeeter?' exclaimed Hermione.
'Who'd think you'd become so pretty,'
'Why are you here?'
'I was captured by Voldemort. He wants me to do your hair.' Whipping out a mirror, which she told Hermione to hold, she took out her wand and immediately her hair went into an elegant old-fashioned style, elaborately done.
'A wand – you have a wand!' cried Hermione.
Rita looked at her strangely.
'Please summon my wand…please!' she begged.
'Well…after trapping me in that jar…'
Hermione gazed at her with desperate imploring eyes.
'OK, OK. Accio Hermione's wand!'
They waited.
Hermione's wand came zooming towards them. Hermione grabbed it. 'Accio Harry's wand! Accio Ron's wand!' when they came to her, she charmed two little tags to say they were from her and did a tricky charm that sent them to Harry and Ron. Then she hid her wand in the bodice of her dress.
~ * ~ * ~
1 Meanwhile…
'What do you think they're doing to her?' said Harry worried.
The Death Eaters had unchained them from the walls, but kept the door securely locked.
Two wands came from the windows and landed at their feet.
'Compliments from Hermione,' Ron read the tag.
'My wand!' said Harry.
'Obviously, not anything life threatening.' Said Ron
Picking up their wands, they decided to hide them.
~ * ~ * ~
'You may now come to his Lordship now,' said Wormtail, entering the room flanked by two masked men.
Casting a nervous eye at Rita, Hermione did not move. But a Death Eater moved forward and threw her over his shoulder, they banged the door after them.
'That poor girl…' murmured Rita. 'What a great story!' she added.
~ * ~ * ~
They pulled her into a beautifully decorated room.
Voldemort sat behind a desk, a silver necklace in his hand.
'How much you look like…,' he said. 'Leave!' he barked to the Death Eaters.
Hermione eyed him warily as he surveyed her. 'Sit.' He commanded.
Hermione sat.
'How much you look like Agatha…'
'Who's…'
'Tell me about Potter.'
A/N: Who is Agatha? Why did Voldemort dress Hermione in those clothes? The answers will be revealed in the next chapter!
As the Death Eaters pulled her along, Hermione's thoughts were racing. Kissed her? When did he kiss her? Then it came back…the argument, he kissed her, she ran and Wormtail kidnapped her and tortured her…I must have forgotten it completely, thought Hermione. She was confused and angry when the Death Eaters pushed her into another cold room.
'Wear this,' a Death Eater barked.
He pointed to something behind her.
She looked and saw a magnificent Victorian-style dress, pale blue with beautiful embroidery on a dressmaker's mannequin.
'Why?' she said, utterly and completely confused.
'You will ask no questions. You will wear this dress.' The other said.
Banging the door behind them, he left.
Hermione pulled the dress of the mannequin, pulled off her own clothes and pulled on the corset. Tightening the strings with difficulty, she put on the petticoat and then the dress. Folding up her clothes, she carefully placed Harry's jacket on top. A gruff voice called, 'You ready?'
'Yes,' she said.
A Death Eater opened the door and pulled another woman into the room. 'Do her hair the way his Lord commanded.' He said, and left.
The blonde woman sat down in front of her.
'You!' she said.
'Rita Skeeter?' exclaimed Hermione.
'Who'd think you'd become so pretty,'
'Why are you here?'
'I was captured by Voldemort. He wants me to do your hair.' Whipping out a mirror, which she told Hermione to hold, she took out her wand and immediately her hair went into an elegant old-fashioned style, elaborately done.
'A wand – you have a wand!' cried Hermione.
Rita looked at her strangely.
'Please summon my wand…please!' she begged.
'Well…after trapping me in that jar…'
Hermione gazed at her with desperate imploring eyes.
'OK, OK. Accio Hermione's wand!'
They waited.
Hermione's wand came zooming towards them. Hermione grabbed it. 'Accio Harry's wand! Accio Ron's wand!' when they came to her, she charmed two little tags to say they were from her and did a tricky charm that sent them to Harry and Ron. Then she hid her wand in the bodice of her dress.
~ * ~ * ~
1 Meanwhile…
'What do you think they're doing to her?' said Harry worried.
The Death Eaters had unchained them from the walls, but kept the door securely locked.
Two wands came from the windows and landed at their feet.
'Compliments from Hermione,' Ron read the tag.
'My wand!' said Harry.
'Obviously, not anything life threatening.' Said Ron
Picking up their wands, they decided to hide them.
~ * ~ * ~
'You may now come to his Lordship now,' said Wormtail, entering the room flanked by two masked men.
Casting a nervous eye at Rita, Hermione did not move. But a Death Eater moved forward and threw her over his shoulder, they banged the door after them.
'That poor girl…' murmured Rita. 'What a great story!' she added.
~ * ~ * ~
They pulled her into a beautifully decorated room.
Voldemort sat behind a desk, a silver necklace in his hand.
'How much you look like…,' he said. 'Leave!' he barked to the Death Eaters.
Hermione eyed him warily as he surveyed her. 'Sit.' He commanded.
Hermione sat.
'How much you look like Agatha…'
'Who's…'
'Tell me about Potter.'
A/N: Who is Agatha? Why did Voldemort dress Hermione in those clothes? The answers will be revealed in the next chapter!