Yay Early update! Shorter than usual though, but anyone that gets the references in the chapter title and one of the dialogues will get a virtual cookie and some other price I havent thought of yet.

The idea for my previous chapter came from something AliceEnchanted wrote to me in a PM, the simple line "Hermione pranking her dad" made me think of all the wonderful pranks she could pull. I promise there are more pranks to come, and *fingers crossed* they will be more diabolical as she gets older as well!

I feel super bad about not thanking the wonderful reviewers I have gotten with my previous chapter, did update and fix it when I realized, but I just wanted to say again; I am so thankful for all of the wonderful reviews and the response this fic has gotten! 50 followers is insane in my book, this is my first lenghty fic and the pairing isn't only rare, it is non existent on this site so thank you!

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Bucktoothed Duckling

"The Rosiers?!" Hermione shouted loud enough to be heard throughout the house.

"After what you just pulled, you should be glad he didn't send you to the dungeons until the semester starts up."

"Well he knows he can't do that, it would mean no more money for him."

"That may be, but it doesn't change the fact that he-"

"I'm not going."

Yaxley sighed, why had he agreed to do this again? This little brat was never going to listen to anything he said. It was more use talking to a wall.

Oh yeah he had come late for the meeting,

That was last minute,

Because he was doing the Dark Lords bidding.

Oh and the whole thing about the Dark Lord torturing you or killing you if his orders were questioned, that played a part as well.

At least he hadn't been as late as Rosier, who had stumbled in seconds after himself. The man had been seen as the perfect candidate to take care of the spoiled thing for the rest of the summer.

If nothing else, Voldemorts decision would ensure no Death Eater ever came late again, because Hermione duty was worse than his Crucio. Mostly because she was a spoiled brat, and when you eventually failed in taking care of her, it resulted in multiple Crucio's.

"This is pointless." He exclaimed, making Hermione smile smugly at him.

"Please tell my father that it is."

"No I meant-" she raised an eyebrow, and Yaxley counted to ten on the inside, trying to calm himself. It would not do to kill the Dark Lord golden goose, no matter how foul it seemed.

"You will be sent by portkey in an hour, if you aren't packed by then, you are going without your things."

Hermione turned a nasty shade in rage, but before she could send a hex his way, Yaxley had escaped out the door. She sent a reducto at the door for good measure. It wasn't like the rest of the house was in any better shape.

Seeing no other option available, she started packing.

The house she lived in might be splendid compared to other wizards. But by the looks of the Rosier residence, they were royalty. It could only be described as a castle, and part of Hermione perked up at the idea.

Many of her books detailed the types of secret passages and secrets hidden within castles like this one, and for once in her life, she wanted to do something other than read.

"So happy you could come." Hermione's eyes narrowed in on one of the annoying prats that had been following her around all year. She could tell by the way he ground his teeth that he did not mean what he said.

"So happy to be here." She answered in a way that left no question of her being just as she had been all year long.

Suddenly she felt her wand leave the comfort of her pocket, and that safety that surrounded her when she had it with her disappeared.

"You will get it back at the end of summer."

"Dad don't you-" but before she could finish what she was going to say, he had apparated back home. She grumbled and turned back to the Rosiers, their son was wearing a smug smile, it was clear he was going to return the favor.

"So lovely to have you here Miss Riddle."

"Lovely to be here Lady Rosier, but please, call me Hermione."

"Respectable young ladies get addressed by their last name."Lady Rosier said with an upturned nose. Oh no she was one of those. Part of her wished she had paid more attention to how each of the death eaters and their wives acted so she could have known this beforehand. On the other hand, it wouldn't have changed the way this woman acted. Or the fact that she was stuck here for the rest of the summer without a wand, she sighed, at least she had her books back.

She looked up at the Death Eater, the man of the house. She wondered if he might have a fancy title of some sort "Lord Rosier." She curtsied respectfully, but the man didn't even look her way. Was that the wrong title, or was the man just a jerk?

There was an awkward silence, and Hermione shifted nervously, trying to figure out how to best go about this situation. Because of her father's overprotective nature, she rarely had the opportunity to engage with other people, especially ones of stature in a setting where she was to respect them.

Whenever a wizard or Witch was at her house, they knew better than to talk to the Dark Lord's daughter, it might very well get you killed. They would only speak to her if they were directly ordered to do so.

"I have business to attend to." Lord Rosier said to his wife, and still not looking at Hermione, he gave a warning glance and nod to his son before he disappeared down the path leading to the house. Looking over at the son of the house, she could see him frowning, and by his scornful glance her way she realized he had been warned about her in some capacity.

Well, this was going to be a wonderful summer, after all, who didn't want to be exiled to a family that hated you while you were unable to use magic?