Hey, well, the Disney part is that there is a play called Aida and I
kinda mixed the plotline with my story. The character list is for
anyone but mainly those who have seen the play.

Disclaimer: yea, yeah I own nothing except the masher.

Just to let you know this is a D/Her. fic. I love those so umm...
here we go.

Chapter Three - Memoir

They walked along a very narrow hallway for awhile and then
came to a small room.
"You now belong to me so," Draco handed Hermione a brush.
"Scrub."
Hermione soon found out that scrub did not mean scrubbing
the floor, but more like scrubbing his back. To make a point, Draco
is very muscular.
Hermione didn't scrub, she scraped down his back hoping one
of the bristles would leave a pain that would sting for a while.
"Watch it mudblood," he said. "Do you know who you are
dealing with?"
"Of course," she said heatedly. "I'm dealing with a stuck up,
concieted, git I knew two years ago."
"You know," said Draco, standing up to be at her level. "People
can change."
"I seriously doubt that from pureblood scum like you!" she yelled.
Draco suddenly took out his dagger and caught her by the
throat. "Take that back, you filthy excuse for a witch." he retorted.
"Never." she stated, quite clearly so he wouldn't miss a word.
"How can you expect me to believe that you've changed?"
"There are certain aspects of me that have changed." He said,
letting her go. "Like that I am now second only to Lord Voldemort in
the Dark empire."
"I am so impressed." Hermione shot at him. "Let me guess who
got you there: Dear old daddy. Following right in his footsteps, are
you?"
"Why not? I might as well take the easier path." he said.
"Yes, you took the easier path, but at the sacrifice of your
own happiness." She said, trying to understand the twists and turns of
his life.
"You wouldn't understand it. You will be sent as a gift to my
fiance. Leave." Hermione left, with one more glare in his direction.
He sat down to think. No one had ever challenged his choices
in life. Was she right? Of course not, how could she be right? For
some reason, no test, no exam, had yet to challenge his state of
life like her arguement.

A/N: Well, I guess you could call that a cliffe. Thanks soooooooooooo
much to those who reviewed. I love you. I'm on a typing benge right
now so I might have the next chapter out by tomorrow.
Love ya ;)

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