Anything But Ordinary
By: Sheep Count Her
Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own Dra- I mean the Harry Potter characters. I am just simply borrowing them. Also I do own Antoinette and Rita, but I doubt you care. HeHe. ^____^
AN: Okay Things are just starting to heat up and get interesting. This I think is like the real beginning of all the angst and drama so hold onto your keyboards. Eck. I am so corny. Heh. Also thank you for the people who reviewed my last chapter. You guys are awesome!!!
- S C H
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Chapter One- H E L L
Hermione stepped out of her room and nodded at Narcissa. There was no doubt that she was nervous. She had no care for meeting Lucious and made up an excuse as they were walking down the endless hallway.
"Um Narcissa," Hermione began fiddling with her fingers. She always did that when she was talking to someone and was nervous at the same time. "Maybe I shouldn't see Lucious. Maybe I should wait to meet him at the dinner when I look proper." Hermione finished.
Narcissa stopped walking and since Hermione was too into fiddling with her fingers she nearly ran into Narcissa, which gave her a scare. Narcissa turned around and looked at Hermione up and down. "You're right." Narcissa said in a voice of disgust. "I have this beautiful dress I got you. I assume you want to see it, right?"
Hermione looked up, "Yeah I guess." Hermione tried to smile a little. She also had the nerve to ask, "But what about, Lucious?" Narcissa rolled her eyebrows, " Antoinette and Rita will tell them." She eyed the old lady and the seemingly young girl in the corner who looked like her age.
The ladies picked up their skirts and nodded at Narcissa in acknowledgement. They passed her and Rita gave her a small smile and followed Antoinette. Narcissa started to walk to her room, and when she entered it she wasn't really surprised. It looked a bit larger then her room with a different color; violet.
She figured that Narcissa and him didn't share a bedroom with her supposedly husband. Narcissa stood at the door savoring the smell of vanilla. She had for numerous years collected candles with only the essence of vanilla as weird as it may sound.
She walked in her room finally and walked over to this big walked in closet. She ordered Hermione to stay over there at the bedpost. What was supposed to be? Was the dress was so precious to Narcissa that she had to stay like 4 feet away from it?
Narcissa finally came out of the closet with a long red silky dress in her hands. There were obviously two medium length high splits in the dress and the front was rather low. Hermione was stunned. Was she allowed to wear such a thing? Or maybe could she wear such a thing?
"I wore this dress when I went to dinner with Lucious and his parents for the first time ever. It was so much money. But they ended up liking me because they knew if I bought this dress, that I had money, and that was good." Narcissa said chuckling.
"I love it. You want me to wear it?" Hermione asked a little unsure. "Of course! Lucious will absolutely be in his good mood when he sees you in that dress. Besides the other Slytherin girls who you probably know are probably wearing something even more sluttier than this." Narcissa reassured Hermione.
Narcissa handed the dress over to Hermione and managed to ask, " You're a Gryffindor, right?" Hermione nodded hesitantly. "Oh well. I guess you don't have any Slytherin friends, eh?" Hermione had the guts to say, "Does it really matter?"
Narcissa starred at Hermione for the longest time that it felt so awkward. The silence was rather uncomfortable to her. "Well its not just a Ministry of Magic dinner. All witches and wizards who were sorted in Slytherin and are a servant to Lord Voldermort are coming. So if you're a Gryffindor I'm assuming not many girls must like you. So I'll ask Rita to come with you." Narcissa explained.
Hermione did understand where Narcissa was coming from. Being alone with Slytherins and no companions but Malfoy whom would probably abandon her would be a bad position. A girl about her age would be nice, even if she didn't know her.
She quickly thanked Narcissa and went to her room to find no Malfoy. She assumed he must be dressing or maybe already in the big gala ballroom. She took a quick hot shower and brushed her teeth vigorously. She sprayed a bottle of perfume called Strawberries and Champagne in the air and whirled in it. (AN: That perfume is from Victoria's Secret. I think. Heh).
She put on her strapless red bra along with her red thongs. (AN: WHAT!?) She strapped on her 5 inch ½ red shoes, and then finally the dress. It hugged her hips well and defined her body well. It was perfect. She put her red lip-gloss on and finally put her head up in the bun with a few strands upon her face.
As she was putting her silky red scarf over her bare shoulders and running out of the door she ran into a person and as she looked up she saw Rita. "Hi." She said with a sincere smile. She was wearing a simple light pink dress that came to her knees.
To tell you the truth, Hermione didn't think she could own something that pretty. She was a maid wasn't she? Rita must have known what she was thinking and simply said, "Narcissa gave it to me." Hermione nodded a little and they made their way down the hallway.
"So how do you feel about working for a witch?" Hermione asked. "Not bad I suppose because I am one too." Rita continued, "I got kicked out of Hogwarts since I didn't do good on finals. I was in the same year as you. I got sorted into Ravenclaw. How old are you?"
"I'm 17. I'm going to graduate next year I suppose." Hermione replied. "I just turned 17. What do you mean you suppose?" Rita asked. "Nothing. I just got into some stuff that I wish I hadn't." Hermione answered
"Oh." Is all that came out of Rita's mouth. As they were making their way downstairs they saw Antoinette opening the doors for various people. She had to play double duty. Poor Antoinette. They made their way to another pair of stairs that was going down.
They took the stairs and pushed the door in front of them and there in front of them was the ballroom. Other people squeezed in disgusted at them and then the two girls finally walked in. There was an orchestra playing some Beethoven song. She recognized it.
Narcissa hurried over to them, "Isn't it wonderful?" She asked a small glass of wine in her hands. "Grand." Hermione said smiling. This was ridiculously huge. Narcissa took another sip of her wine.
"You must meet Lucious now."
"Really?"
"Of course my dear you've been holding out on meeting him. You're going to be staying at our house for awhile. I don't think you wouldn't like the fact that a girl was spending the rest of her summer at your house and you didn't even meet her."
Hermione nodded and they walked over to a long table. She assumed they must have been the workers of the Ministry of Magic because she swore she saw Ron's dad at the end. Lucious looked up and frowned immediately when he laid eyes on her and her accompany Rita. "It's been awhile, Granger." He said her last name in quite disgust as if it was so hard to get the word out. Hermione nodded. Why the hell couldn't she get the damn words out? "I suppose you and Narcissa have been getting along quite.well."
He looked her up and down. He must've known the dress belonged to Narcissa and thus the fact that she might get by Narcissa but she'd never get passed him. "Narcissa is great." She finally said her words kind of shaky. "And I suppose you like your room, eh?"
"P-Perfect." Hermione said simply. How come she could say anything to anyone with her badass mouth but when it came to low life Lucious she couldn't say anything? "Malfoy is here somewhere. That stupid fucking kid. Probably babbling to some Slytherin slut about how he can change their fucking lame world." (AN: So true.)
Hermione was shocked and taking aback by his words. Was he drunk or something? "Go along and mingle with your other girly girls." He said shooing her along. Hermione walked fastly along and asked Rita, "Is he always like that?" Rita shrugged, "Worse."
They sat down at an empty table and started to chat about stuff. From how they despise their parents to their deepest darkest secrets, but that soon ended. A young keen looking man with red hair sat beside her and Rita. It was Ron.
"Hermione you have a lot of explaining to do." He said sternly looking into her eyes. Hermione sagged a little her breath skipped. She had to tell him now. There was just no way out of this. "First answer this. Why are you here?" Hermione asked him. "My dad works at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione. You know that. Besides he said he wasn't coming alone. So he dragged me into this filthy Malfoy dimension."
"I'm sorry I left you there alone with mum and dad. You know how the doorbell rang?" Hermione started. Ron nodded. "It was Malfoy. He took me and said that I was the Dark Angel of that Prophecy everyone has been talking about. That's why I'm here." Hermione finished. She told a lie. Draco Malfoy didn't take her she willingly left.
Ron looked at her in disbelief and so did Rita. "But people want to kill you, Hermione! You actually think you'll be safe with the Malfoy's!?" Rita said. "Yeah I know but we can't just leave! There are Slytherins everywhere." "We can just walk out the door casually." Ron said. "Like normal people. Than we could find Harry." "Good idea."
The three teenagers stood up and looked at each other. "Well I guess this is good-bye, Hermione." Rita said. "No way. You're coming with me." She grabbed Rita's hand and the three made their way upstairs.
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When they got upstairs there was Lucious and Draco talking together. It felt tense because they looked at the three with complete anger. Hermione almost stepped back when Ron caught Hermione's hand and squeezed it. They slowly made their way to the door until.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lucious snapped. "We're leaving." Ron said. How did they think they were going to do this successfully? Rita walked out first and then Ron but as Hermione was rushing Lucious grabbed her hand and thrashed her against the wall.
Hermione fell to the ground. Where was her wand? She immediately knew it was upstairs along with her other belongings. How could she be so stupid? Hermione got up and said, "Why would anyone want to spend his or her lives with such a fucking sick bastard?"
And as if she wasn't being abused enough Lucious put his hands at her throat. He was choking her. How could Draco just stand there and do nothing? Hermione felt a pang of hot tears trying to spring up and instantly Ron came in and pushed Lucious down. Ron punched Lucious and he was out.
Hermione stared at Draco with a pang of guilt and hate in her eyes, "I fucking hate you! I hope you burn in hell with your father. You're just like him ya know?" She yelled at him. Draco stepped back as if he was slapped. "Granger." He started. "Her name is Hermione. Get it right." Ron said. He drabbed Hermione's hand and they walked out of the mansion together.
AN: I think I over did it. Also angst was in it. I think. So I'm thinking this really is just the beginning of this fic. Review is good. So are Flames. Happy Holidays!
- S C H
By: Sheep Count Her
Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own Dra- I mean the Harry Potter characters. I am just simply borrowing them. Also I do own Antoinette and Rita, but I doubt you care. HeHe. ^____^
AN: Okay Things are just starting to heat up and get interesting. This I think is like the real beginning of all the angst and drama so hold onto your keyboards. Eck. I am so corny. Heh. Also thank you for the people who reviewed my last chapter. You guys are awesome!!!
- S C H
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Chapter One- H E L L
Hermione stepped out of her room and nodded at Narcissa. There was no doubt that she was nervous. She had no care for meeting Lucious and made up an excuse as they were walking down the endless hallway.
"Um Narcissa," Hermione began fiddling with her fingers. She always did that when she was talking to someone and was nervous at the same time. "Maybe I shouldn't see Lucious. Maybe I should wait to meet him at the dinner when I look proper." Hermione finished.
Narcissa stopped walking and since Hermione was too into fiddling with her fingers she nearly ran into Narcissa, which gave her a scare. Narcissa turned around and looked at Hermione up and down. "You're right." Narcissa said in a voice of disgust. "I have this beautiful dress I got you. I assume you want to see it, right?"
Hermione looked up, "Yeah I guess." Hermione tried to smile a little. She also had the nerve to ask, "But what about, Lucious?" Narcissa rolled her eyebrows, " Antoinette and Rita will tell them." She eyed the old lady and the seemingly young girl in the corner who looked like her age.
The ladies picked up their skirts and nodded at Narcissa in acknowledgement. They passed her and Rita gave her a small smile and followed Antoinette. Narcissa started to walk to her room, and when she entered it she wasn't really surprised. It looked a bit larger then her room with a different color; violet.
She figured that Narcissa and him didn't share a bedroom with her supposedly husband. Narcissa stood at the door savoring the smell of vanilla. She had for numerous years collected candles with only the essence of vanilla as weird as it may sound.
She walked in her room finally and walked over to this big walked in closet. She ordered Hermione to stay over there at the bedpost. What was supposed to be? Was the dress was so precious to Narcissa that she had to stay like 4 feet away from it?
Narcissa finally came out of the closet with a long red silky dress in her hands. There were obviously two medium length high splits in the dress and the front was rather low. Hermione was stunned. Was she allowed to wear such a thing? Or maybe could she wear such a thing?
"I wore this dress when I went to dinner with Lucious and his parents for the first time ever. It was so much money. But they ended up liking me because they knew if I bought this dress, that I had money, and that was good." Narcissa said chuckling.
"I love it. You want me to wear it?" Hermione asked a little unsure. "Of course! Lucious will absolutely be in his good mood when he sees you in that dress. Besides the other Slytherin girls who you probably know are probably wearing something even more sluttier than this." Narcissa reassured Hermione.
Narcissa handed the dress over to Hermione and managed to ask, " You're a Gryffindor, right?" Hermione nodded hesitantly. "Oh well. I guess you don't have any Slytherin friends, eh?" Hermione had the guts to say, "Does it really matter?"
Narcissa starred at Hermione for the longest time that it felt so awkward. The silence was rather uncomfortable to her. "Well its not just a Ministry of Magic dinner. All witches and wizards who were sorted in Slytherin and are a servant to Lord Voldermort are coming. So if you're a Gryffindor I'm assuming not many girls must like you. So I'll ask Rita to come with you." Narcissa explained.
Hermione did understand where Narcissa was coming from. Being alone with Slytherins and no companions but Malfoy whom would probably abandon her would be a bad position. A girl about her age would be nice, even if she didn't know her.
She quickly thanked Narcissa and went to her room to find no Malfoy. She assumed he must be dressing or maybe already in the big gala ballroom. She took a quick hot shower and brushed her teeth vigorously. She sprayed a bottle of perfume called Strawberries and Champagne in the air and whirled in it. (AN: That perfume is from Victoria's Secret. I think. Heh).
She put on her strapless red bra along with her red thongs. (AN: WHAT!?) She strapped on her 5 inch ½ red shoes, and then finally the dress. It hugged her hips well and defined her body well. It was perfect. She put her red lip-gloss on and finally put her head up in the bun with a few strands upon her face.
As she was putting her silky red scarf over her bare shoulders and running out of the door she ran into a person and as she looked up she saw Rita. "Hi." She said with a sincere smile. She was wearing a simple light pink dress that came to her knees.
To tell you the truth, Hermione didn't think she could own something that pretty. She was a maid wasn't she? Rita must have known what she was thinking and simply said, "Narcissa gave it to me." Hermione nodded a little and they made their way down the hallway.
"So how do you feel about working for a witch?" Hermione asked. "Not bad I suppose because I am one too." Rita continued, "I got kicked out of Hogwarts since I didn't do good on finals. I was in the same year as you. I got sorted into Ravenclaw. How old are you?"
"I'm 17. I'm going to graduate next year I suppose." Hermione replied. "I just turned 17. What do you mean you suppose?" Rita asked. "Nothing. I just got into some stuff that I wish I hadn't." Hermione answered
"Oh." Is all that came out of Rita's mouth. As they were making their way downstairs they saw Antoinette opening the doors for various people. She had to play double duty. Poor Antoinette. They made their way to another pair of stairs that was going down.
They took the stairs and pushed the door in front of them and there in front of them was the ballroom. Other people squeezed in disgusted at them and then the two girls finally walked in. There was an orchestra playing some Beethoven song. She recognized it.
Narcissa hurried over to them, "Isn't it wonderful?" She asked a small glass of wine in her hands. "Grand." Hermione said smiling. This was ridiculously huge. Narcissa took another sip of her wine.
"You must meet Lucious now."
"Really?"
"Of course my dear you've been holding out on meeting him. You're going to be staying at our house for awhile. I don't think you wouldn't like the fact that a girl was spending the rest of her summer at your house and you didn't even meet her."
Hermione nodded and they walked over to a long table. She assumed they must have been the workers of the Ministry of Magic because she swore she saw Ron's dad at the end. Lucious looked up and frowned immediately when he laid eyes on her and her accompany Rita. "It's been awhile, Granger." He said her last name in quite disgust as if it was so hard to get the word out. Hermione nodded. Why the hell couldn't she get the damn words out? "I suppose you and Narcissa have been getting along quite.well."
He looked her up and down. He must've known the dress belonged to Narcissa and thus the fact that she might get by Narcissa but she'd never get passed him. "Narcissa is great." She finally said her words kind of shaky. "And I suppose you like your room, eh?"
"P-Perfect." Hermione said simply. How come she could say anything to anyone with her badass mouth but when it came to low life Lucious she couldn't say anything? "Malfoy is here somewhere. That stupid fucking kid. Probably babbling to some Slytherin slut about how he can change their fucking lame world." (AN: So true.)
Hermione was shocked and taking aback by his words. Was he drunk or something? "Go along and mingle with your other girly girls." He said shooing her along. Hermione walked fastly along and asked Rita, "Is he always like that?" Rita shrugged, "Worse."
They sat down at an empty table and started to chat about stuff. From how they despise their parents to their deepest darkest secrets, but that soon ended. A young keen looking man with red hair sat beside her and Rita. It was Ron.
"Hermione you have a lot of explaining to do." He said sternly looking into her eyes. Hermione sagged a little her breath skipped. She had to tell him now. There was just no way out of this. "First answer this. Why are you here?" Hermione asked him. "My dad works at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione. You know that. Besides he said he wasn't coming alone. So he dragged me into this filthy Malfoy dimension."
"I'm sorry I left you there alone with mum and dad. You know how the doorbell rang?" Hermione started. Ron nodded. "It was Malfoy. He took me and said that I was the Dark Angel of that Prophecy everyone has been talking about. That's why I'm here." Hermione finished. She told a lie. Draco Malfoy didn't take her she willingly left.
Ron looked at her in disbelief and so did Rita. "But people want to kill you, Hermione! You actually think you'll be safe with the Malfoy's!?" Rita said. "Yeah I know but we can't just leave! There are Slytherins everywhere." "We can just walk out the door casually." Ron said. "Like normal people. Than we could find Harry." "Good idea."
The three teenagers stood up and looked at each other. "Well I guess this is good-bye, Hermione." Rita said. "No way. You're coming with me." She grabbed Rita's hand and the three made their way upstairs.
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When they got upstairs there was Lucious and Draco talking together. It felt tense because they looked at the three with complete anger. Hermione almost stepped back when Ron caught Hermione's hand and squeezed it. They slowly made their way to the door until.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lucious snapped. "We're leaving." Ron said. How did they think they were going to do this successfully? Rita walked out first and then Ron but as Hermione was rushing Lucious grabbed her hand and thrashed her against the wall.
Hermione fell to the ground. Where was her wand? She immediately knew it was upstairs along with her other belongings. How could she be so stupid? Hermione got up and said, "Why would anyone want to spend his or her lives with such a fucking sick bastard?"
And as if she wasn't being abused enough Lucious put his hands at her throat. He was choking her. How could Draco just stand there and do nothing? Hermione felt a pang of hot tears trying to spring up and instantly Ron came in and pushed Lucious down. Ron punched Lucious and he was out.
Hermione stared at Draco with a pang of guilt and hate in her eyes, "I fucking hate you! I hope you burn in hell with your father. You're just like him ya know?" She yelled at him. Draco stepped back as if he was slapped. "Granger." He started. "Her name is Hermione. Get it right." Ron said. He drabbed Hermione's hand and they walked out of the mansion together.
AN: I think I over did it. Also angst was in it. I think. So I'm thinking this really is just the beginning of this fic. Review is good. So are Flames. Happy Holidays!
- S C H