With this new revelation buzzing through Hermione's brain she walked back
to the centre of the Death Eater circle and waited for her new found Dad to
speak. " Right, lets get started then, eh? First of all I think we should
establish where we should place her special DD mark. Then we can move onto
where Hermione can sleep." Voldemort flashed a loving smile at Hermione,
which she returned with one of hatred. "Wait a minute…don't I get a say in
all this?" Hermione was just about to stamp her feet when she remembered
how much it hurt last time. Voldemort looked at her blankly, "No, why?" At
this some of the Death Eaters sent their master an exasperated look. "
Anyway what does DD mean…you wrote it on my dress robe as well." She
glanced down at her dress, which was now ripped to bits after her mini
tantrum a few minutes ago. " It means Dark Daughter…catchy donchathink? I
came up with it myself. Oh, and I see you have managed to rip your dress to
shreds…we will bring you a new one tomorrow." He waved an impatient hand at
her clothes and then shoved some of his servants off to heat up his wand so
he could write DD in his daughters skin. Once they had left Draco, Lucios,
Hermione and Voldemort stood awkwardly waiting for someone to do something.
"So… it's a lovely night isn't it?" Draco asked no-one in particular.
Voldemort who had began whistling Twinkle Twinkle Little Star nodded
dreamily and began doing the hand actions to accompany the children's
nursery rhyme. Lucios slowly edged away to join his fellow Death Eaters so
he could chat about the Quidditch game on the telly the night before.
Voldemort had just got to the bit where he did the diamond sign with his
hands and sung, "…Like a diamond in the sky…Twinkle…" When Hermione coughed
loudly. Both Draco and Voldemort stared at her, " Well, I was just
wandering where you were planning on making me live. I mean – you can't
just take me from my family…muggle law won't allow it. And plus Harry and
Ron are going to wander where I am if I stay with you for too long." Draco
smiled at Hermione and began admiring his choice of crush. Well, she is
clever, he thought, and she is quite pretty. And daddy certainly wouldn't
object, as she is the daughter of the one we live to serve. Well, the one
my father serves. I personally would rather serve no one. But still. He
snapped out of his day dream upon hearing Voldemorts high pitched laugh.
Draco shuddered. That laugh sounded eerily like the clowns in his
nightmares. The ones where they offer him candy and squirt water in his
face, then they laugh and chase him round the fair with axes…
"Well...I hadn't really thought about that. Umm… I dunno really. Ask him." He pointed at Draco who had began kicking at invisible clowns. "What? Oh, right. Um. Er. I'll think about that one." He mumbled after snapping violently from his nightmare. Hermione sighed heavily, this was going to be a long night.
Just then the gang of Death Eaters appeared brandishing a red hot wand. They handed it to Voldemort who took it and began advancing on his daughter. Hermione stumbled backwards, trying to escape the mad man who claimed to be her dad. She got so stressed out in fact she began to hiccup. An annoying habit she had acquired when she was 5. Draco suddenly leapt forward and yelled, " Master…it is late! Let us do this another time. Hermione has had a lot to deal with tonight. Let us decide where she is to stay." Hermione shot him a grateful smile, which he shot back with a don't- worry-about-it smile. Voldemort paused for a moment before reluctantly flinging the still hot wand into a small and pudgy Death Eater who ran off screaming, "AHHH! MY HAND! MY HAND! IT'S SIZZLING…MY SKIN! HELP! SOMEBODY! MY HAND IS BURNING! NOOO!" and was never seen again except by a new breed of snake in the Sahara Desert. Strangely, nobody noticed this, as they were too busy deciding where Hermione was going to sleep that night. It was decided that she should sleep in the Malfoy Manor till further notice. And Voldemort explained that he would put one of his clever little time spells that would make time stop except where he said it should continue. So all his followers were to continue as usual and not be put off by the stillness of the rest of the world. They departed and Draco and Hermione were both smiling silently as they teleported back to the Malfoy Manor.
Once they got there Hermione was pampered by Narcissa for a good few minutes (which would have turned to hours had Lucios not reminded her that the girl needed to sleep) and then shown to her massive room. It had a large double bed in it with silk covers. The room was decorated by ancient paintings of family members and one of Salazar Slytherin who seemed to have his face stuck in a permanent smirk. She opened a draw because it had open me written on it and saw that inside lay a pair of silk pyjamas. The kind she like with the shorts and vest top. They were green and black. She took off her dress robes and was about to unhook her bra when she saw that Slytherins smirk had grown. Damn these wizard paintings, she muttered and threw a rug over the picture who bared his teeth angrily. She put on the P.J.'s and went out into the corridor to find one of five bathrooms. She managed to find a huge blue one that had a hot tub in…she made a mental note to look for this one in the morning. She muttered the words "Accio Toothbrush" under her breath and her Purple Groovy chick toothbrush flew into her hand – although it was cold having just flown halfway across the country (a little old lady has now been put in a mental hospital due to her bizarre ramblings about a flying purple toothbrush). She picked up the toothpaste "Whiter than White – with a star twinkle if requested" and began brushing her teeth. Draco strolled lazily into the bathroom nearest to his room and picked up his toothbrush – green and silver with a snake on – and began brushing his teeth next to Hermione. Hermione!? Oh, he forgot about that…she was staying wasn't she. He was wearing his clothes still and he carried on lazily brushing his teeth. He spat a massive lump of paste into the sink rinsed his tooth brush and then stuck his head under the sink to clean his mouth out – much to the disapproval of Hermione. He strolled back out of the bathroom and back to his bedroom. When he was safely in his room he did a little skippedy-hop in the air that made him look like a deranged leprechaun. "Woohoo – Granger is staying…think of the chaos – the mayhem!" Draco got undressed and threw on a baggy t-shirt with his boxers. He sank back onto his bed and without being bothered to pull the covers on closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Hermione went back to her room feeling fairly embarrassed having just been seen by Malfoy in her tiny pyjama's - but then she remembered he had seen her in less than that in the past few days and soon got over it. She climbed into bed and picked up a book on Sea Creatures – the reality behind the legend" and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Malfoy woke that morning in a mass of duvet and pillows to the sound of running water. He shuddered and opened one eye to peer at the day. He then set about performing his morning ritual of rapping himself in his covers and slowly rolling off the side of the bed with a massive THUMP. He heard a muffled crack from beneath him and felt under his back to find a broken CD, the one he had been studying for fun. He liked the way the colours shone in different ways depending on the light. He stumbled up, leaning on the bedpost and groggily hobbled out of his room. He hammered on the bathroom door and got no reply so walked right in…
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Malfoy stepped back his eyes still bleary from sleep. The yelling was too much for this early in the morning so he stumbled back outside and slumped against the wall waiting for Hermione to get out the bath. Eventually after about half and hour Hermione walked out in a fluffy green towel, her wet hair dripping down her back. She padded down the corridor and out of sight. He watched her go and smirked as he watched her return having gone the wrong way. She flushed and carried on walking. He swaggered into the bathroom and looked around in horror. His bathroom had been taken over by girl things! There was a stray bra lying on the bath mat, a purple tooth brush in the stand, a pack of sanitary towels on the shelf above the toilet and…a spot cleansing face mask plus tee-tree stick in the stand. Damn he was going to have to speak to her about this. He disgustedly picked the bra off the floor with a rubber glove on his hand and threw it across the room. He eventually had a bath – but began muttering things under his breath when he discovered that Hermione had taken his extra large towel so he was left with the one to dry your hair.
He knocked on her door deciding that he had to talk about this. Hermioen answered it in muggle jeans and top smiling cheerily at him. Draco glared back. "Listen Granger, this is not permanent so don't go leaving your stuff around here like you own the place. And don't ever use my towel. Understand?" Hermione snorted with laughter, "Your towel?! Ooh, sorry I didn't know you had a special one!" She shut the door and carried on writing in her diary. Draco stomped off and tried his best to avoid her all day. She may be gorgeous, funny and clever – but she could be bloody annoying sometimes.
Hermione came down to dinner at the end of the day with a broad smile on her face. She had almost forgotten about the previous nights events. Just then Lucios stood up and stated gravely, "You are to meet your father tonight to discuss your future together. I shall be transporting you at 8 pm." And with that he sat down. He was looking as though he thought he was the most important man in the world…well, that is until he accidentally drank the vinegar instead of the wine. "EUGH!" He spat it all out and ran off to the bathroom. In the background Hermione saw Narcissa using her frying pan as a guitar…but she chose to ignore this. Hermione's face fell as she recalled last night. She had to find a way out of this…the tricky thing was going to be how.
After dinner Hermione went to her room to sulk about life. After scribbling Life Sucks about 50 times in her diary a thought came to her. If I could convince Voldemort to think that he had made a mistake he wouldn't give her a second thought. Hmm. She needed someone stupid but who could pass off as Voldemorts daughter. When she said the word stupid she immediately thought of Pansy Parkinson. She would love the attention and the birth mark could just be painted on…the hair – oh, that would be easy. She could just convince her it was the latest fashion and get her to use "Mizz Frizz". And her eyes could be fixed with a simple "Eye Spy – Colour Lie" potion. And Draco would help hopefully. Yes. This could work. And she was going to make sure it would.
"Well...I hadn't really thought about that. Umm… I dunno really. Ask him." He pointed at Draco who had began kicking at invisible clowns. "What? Oh, right. Um. Er. I'll think about that one." He mumbled after snapping violently from his nightmare. Hermione sighed heavily, this was going to be a long night.
Just then the gang of Death Eaters appeared brandishing a red hot wand. They handed it to Voldemort who took it and began advancing on his daughter. Hermione stumbled backwards, trying to escape the mad man who claimed to be her dad. She got so stressed out in fact she began to hiccup. An annoying habit she had acquired when she was 5. Draco suddenly leapt forward and yelled, " Master…it is late! Let us do this another time. Hermione has had a lot to deal with tonight. Let us decide where she is to stay." Hermione shot him a grateful smile, which he shot back with a don't- worry-about-it smile. Voldemort paused for a moment before reluctantly flinging the still hot wand into a small and pudgy Death Eater who ran off screaming, "AHHH! MY HAND! MY HAND! IT'S SIZZLING…MY SKIN! HELP! SOMEBODY! MY HAND IS BURNING! NOOO!" and was never seen again except by a new breed of snake in the Sahara Desert. Strangely, nobody noticed this, as they were too busy deciding where Hermione was going to sleep that night. It was decided that she should sleep in the Malfoy Manor till further notice. And Voldemort explained that he would put one of his clever little time spells that would make time stop except where he said it should continue. So all his followers were to continue as usual and not be put off by the stillness of the rest of the world. They departed and Draco and Hermione were both smiling silently as they teleported back to the Malfoy Manor.
Once they got there Hermione was pampered by Narcissa for a good few minutes (which would have turned to hours had Lucios not reminded her that the girl needed to sleep) and then shown to her massive room. It had a large double bed in it with silk covers. The room was decorated by ancient paintings of family members and one of Salazar Slytherin who seemed to have his face stuck in a permanent smirk. She opened a draw because it had open me written on it and saw that inside lay a pair of silk pyjamas. The kind she like with the shorts and vest top. They were green and black. She took off her dress robes and was about to unhook her bra when she saw that Slytherins smirk had grown. Damn these wizard paintings, she muttered and threw a rug over the picture who bared his teeth angrily. She put on the P.J.'s and went out into the corridor to find one of five bathrooms. She managed to find a huge blue one that had a hot tub in…she made a mental note to look for this one in the morning. She muttered the words "Accio Toothbrush" under her breath and her Purple Groovy chick toothbrush flew into her hand – although it was cold having just flown halfway across the country (a little old lady has now been put in a mental hospital due to her bizarre ramblings about a flying purple toothbrush). She picked up the toothpaste "Whiter than White – with a star twinkle if requested" and began brushing her teeth. Draco strolled lazily into the bathroom nearest to his room and picked up his toothbrush – green and silver with a snake on – and began brushing his teeth next to Hermione. Hermione!? Oh, he forgot about that…she was staying wasn't she. He was wearing his clothes still and he carried on lazily brushing his teeth. He spat a massive lump of paste into the sink rinsed his tooth brush and then stuck his head under the sink to clean his mouth out – much to the disapproval of Hermione. He strolled back out of the bathroom and back to his bedroom. When he was safely in his room he did a little skippedy-hop in the air that made him look like a deranged leprechaun. "Woohoo – Granger is staying…think of the chaos – the mayhem!" Draco got undressed and threw on a baggy t-shirt with his boxers. He sank back onto his bed and without being bothered to pull the covers on closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Hermione went back to her room feeling fairly embarrassed having just been seen by Malfoy in her tiny pyjama's - but then she remembered he had seen her in less than that in the past few days and soon got over it. She climbed into bed and picked up a book on Sea Creatures – the reality behind the legend" and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Malfoy woke that morning in a mass of duvet and pillows to the sound of running water. He shuddered and opened one eye to peer at the day. He then set about performing his morning ritual of rapping himself in his covers and slowly rolling off the side of the bed with a massive THUMP. He heard a muffled crack from beneath him and felt under his back to find a broken CD, the one he had been studying for fun. He liked the way the colours shone in different ways depending on the light. He stumbled up, leaning on the bedpost and groggily hobbled out of his room. He hammered on the bathroom door and got no reply so walked right in…
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Malfoy stepped back his eyes still bleary from sleep. The yelling was too much for this early in the morning so he stumbled back outside and slumped against the wall waiting for Hermione to get out the bath. Eventually after about half and hour Hermione walked out in a fluffy green towel, her wet hair dripping down her back. She padded down the corridor and out of sight. He watched her go and smirked as he watched her return having gone the wrong way. She flushed and carried on walking. He swaggered into the bathroom and looked around in horror. His bathroom had been taken over by girl things! There was a stray bra lying on the bath mat, a purple tooth brush in the stand, a pack of sanitary towels on the shelf above the toilet and…a spot cleansing face mask plus tee-tree stick in the stand. Damn he was going to have to speak to her about this. He disgustedly picked the bra off the floor with a rubber glove on his hand and threw it across the room. He eventually had a bath – but began muttering things under his breath when he discovered that Hermione had taken his extra large towel so he was left with the one to dry your hair.
He knocked on her door deciding that he had to talk about this. Hermioen answered it in muggle jeans and top smiling cheerily at him. Draco glared back. "Listen Granger, this is not permanent so don't go leaving your stuff around here like you own the place. And don't ever use my towel. Understand?" Hermione snorted with laughter, "Your towel?! Ooh, sorry I didn't know you had a special one!" She shut the door and carried on writing in her diary. Draco stomped off and tried his best to avoid her all day. She may be gorgeous, funny and clever – but she could be bloody annoying sometimes.
Hermione came down to dinner at the end of the day with a broad smile on her face. She had almost forgotten about the previous nights events. Just then Lucios stood up and stated gravely, "You are to meet your father tonight to discuss your future together. I shall be transporting you at 8 pm." And with that he sat down. He was looking as though he thought he was the most important man in the world…well, that is until he accidentally drank the vinegar instead of the wine. "EUGH!" He spat it all out and ran off to the bathroom. In the background Hermione saw Narcissa using her frying pan as a guitar…but she chose to ignore this. Hermione's face fell as she recalled last night. She had to find a way out of this…the tricky thing was going to be how.
After dinner Hermione went to her room to sulk about life. After scribbling Life Sucks about 50 times in her diary a thought came to her. If I could convince Voldemort to think that he had made a mistake he wouldn't give her a second thought. Hmm. She needed someone stupid but who could pass off as Voldemorts daughter. When she said the word stupid she immediately thought of Pansy Parkinson. She would love the attention and the birth mark could just be painted on…the hair – oh, that would be easy. She could just convince her it was the latest fashion and get her to use "Mizz Frizz". And her eyes could be fixed with a simple "Eye Spy – Colour Lie" potion. And Draco would help hopefully. Yes. This could work. And she was going to make sure it would.