I am extremely apologetic about the late update, I thought university life would be easier than college (high school/sixth form, pick whatever you think it fits, but I am going to call it college because it is in the school's name), but obviously I am wrong and currently I just started my French Level 2 class (they won't let me do Level 1 because I performed too well to be in Level 1 in their test when I thought their test was difficult for beginners). So here's your chapter. I will try uploading chapters more frequently or else I am going to forget about it!


Lucius sat on the armchair, gazing at Hermione, who had been lying on his bed since yesterday night. At first she wasn't a quiet sleeper, she kept moaning her sister's name. Slowly, she fell asleep due to exhaustion. She looked less stressed and certainly tranquiler when she was in deep sleep. Had she applied skincare to her face, it would definitely be smoother. If he had the chance, he would make her apply the best cream and serum.

Thinking what had happened last night, he was thankful that she was easy to take care of.

As she started waking up, Lucius cleared his throat and shifted his body into a more comfortable pose. The moment she opened her eyes, she shrieked and covered her body with the quilt.

"Mr…Mr. Malfoy," whimpered Hermione.

"Have you not realised you have been occupying my bed?" asked Lucius as calmly as possible.

Hermione sat up quickly, trying to recall what had happened. Then, with a face of fear, she whispered,

"We…didn't do anything, did we?"

Lucius grinned.

"What did you wish me to do?"

Hermione bit her lips and covered herself with the quilt. Lucius sighed and took the quilt off the bed. She gasped and curled herself. Lucius said,

"Judging by your reaction, I guess you weren't that interest about what happened last night."

Lucius turned on the television, immediately Hermione got off the bed and hurried towards the television.

"The Police has smashed a drug deal in Redmond Town, 500 grams of heroin were confiscated…"

Three men and a young lady went across the screen and got into the police car. Hermione was alarmed and she said,

"Diana…"

"Ms. Granger, which part of the woman reminds you of your sister?"

She dazed at Lucius, he continued,

"Your sister is safe, back in the apartment."

Hermione was relieved, then she asked,

"How did you know my sister?"

Lucius did not answer, he did not want her to know how much effort he had put in searching her background, and somehow he thought he knew more than he should, some of them were so confidential that even Hermione herself might not know.

"Anyway, both you and your sister are safe, I guess you better go and enjoy the rest of the day."

"Rest of the day?" asked Hermione, baffled. "I thought today is Saturday and I still need to work."

"I wouldn't mind you working for our company but I didn't want to risk being sued for making my staff work in poor physical and psychological condition."

Hermione nodded, hurriedly grabbed her satchel and went downstairs, then she realised she was not in any common house. It was a manor, ten times larger than anyone she had seen, it was so large that she had no idea where the main entrance was. After a few attempts, she went back to the original position, dazed with confusion.

"Seems like you're lost," scoffed a familiar voice.

She turned around and saw Draco leaning against a pillar, with Narcissa beside him. She was curling her lips, apparently disturbed by Hermione's presence in Lucius' manor.

"Father's room is not here, I'm afraid."

"I just want to leave ,that's all," stated Hermione. "Please don't misunderstand me."

"Misunderstand?" said Draco. "Of course, why would I not misunderstand? A new staff appearing in my home early in the morning, lost and confused."

"Turn left and go straight past the double door through the corridor, you will see the door you have been looking for," said Narcissa quietly.

Hermione immediately followed her instructions and got out. Soon as she went past the gates, she hired a taxi and hurriedly jumped into the car.

Back in the manor, Draco and Narcissa went up the stairs, and entered Lucius' room. He was lying back in the couch, eyes fixed on the television.

"Why is she here?" asked Draco.

"That's not part of your duty as a son and CEO, is it?" replied Lucius, calm as usual.

After a moment of awkward silence, Draco said,

"I'm going out, for breakfast."

Lucius raised his eyebrow, before he could say anything, Draco left the room with Narcissa. Lucius took a deep breath and stared at his smartphone on the table. He truly wished she would not tell anything what had happened, after all, he would not want to see her sister coming to the manor with troubles waiting for him to solve. It was not that he did not want to help, but he knew it would only make her fall deeper and deeper into the pit.

Soon as Hermione reached home, she immediately dialled her phone to Diana.

"Come on, Diana, listen to my call."

"Hello?" answered her sister's voice, moaning.

"Diana!" exclaimed Hermione. "Where are you?"

"Is that all you want to know?" snapped Diana.

"Are you alright?"

"I am, luckily I was too last night, or else see me in the prison!"

"What do you mean?"

"You called the police, didn't you?"

"I didn't!"

"If it wasn't you, who would call the police!"

Hermione did not know how to answer, then her mind came up with a name—LUcius Malfoy.

"Oh yeah, one thing, where did you get that amount of money?" asked Diana.

"What money?"

"Fifty grands is a large amount," explained her sister. "But still, you transfer it to me as though it is just a piece of cake."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play innocent with me. You never have much in your account. My guess would be some sort of deal, just like what I have done years ago."

"I don't under—"

"Anyway, thanks for the money."

She hung the phone, Hermione thudded in her couch, massaging her temple. Certainly she never had more than fifty thousand pounds in her bank account.

Fear that it was dirty money, she immediately checked her sister's banking account. She knew she was not supposed to do that, still she was determined to find out what had happened. It was fortunate that her sister had used her email account for registration and she had not changed the password since then.

Soon as she opened her sister's e-banking webpage, she checked the online statement and read out.

"Fifty thousand…Lucius Abraxas Malfoy."

Lucius Malfoy! How would he knew her sister's account number? Why would he suddenly transfer such a large amount of money? This did not seem reasonable.

With her hands shaking, she dialled Lucius' phone number.

"Lucius?" she whispered.

"Ms Granger, I was expecting your call, but never had I expected you to whisper like this as if I were your loanshark."

Yes, you are, Hermione thought.

"I just…want to know if the fifty thousand is your idea."

"And what am I going to receive if I admit?"

After an awkward moment of silence, Hermione calmly asked,

"Why? How?"

"Aren't you asking too many questions, Ms Granger?" he said. "If you—"

"Anyway, thank you."

"If you want to thank me, think wisely what you should do."