Chapter 2-
Draco was shaken awake by a little hand and a squeaky voice.
"Sirs, sirs wakes up. Mister Malfoy says Pinky must wakes you ups nows Master Draco. Yous must be goings to the Grangers house," said Draco's personal house-elf Pinky who was shaking him. He groggily yawned and rubbed his eyes. Then he looked over at the elf.
"Well get a move on. Bring my trunk to the fireplace," he demanded at the quivering house-elf. The pink elf snapped her long skinny fingers and she and the heavy trunk were gone. He stood up and walked to his full- length mirror. "Welcome to the worst summer of your life, Draco 'old boy." He walked down the stairs as slow as he can until his father yelled for him to stop dawdling and that he's not getting out of this.
When he arrived in the parlor where the fireplace was both his mother and father were waiting there for him. His mother kissed him on the cheek and wished him well and to say hello to Marie for her. His father just clapped him on the back and told him that he'd see him during Christmas vacation. His trunk was gone so it must already be at the muggle's house. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and through it into the roaring fire.
"GRANGER'S!" he shouted and stepped into the fire.
Granger's House
Green fire swirled around Draco. He had his eyes squeezed shut as to keep the ash out of them. He didn't want glasses like Potter's. He felt himself being pulled forwards. His eyes opened slowly as he stepped out onto hard ground. Looking around, he saw that he was in a library. There were wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with hundreds of books. The only bare spots were where the light switch and dimmer were for the old antique lamp that was hanging from the middle of the ceiling. The walls were covered with red wallpaper that had gold designs on it. The carpet was a lush dark maroon. He winced. Gryffindor colors. At least there wasn't a lion anywhere. He looked at the furniture. He winced again. Dark red furniture and a mahogany table. There was a recliner in the corner, a red one. At closer examination there was a quilt on it. All around the edges were gold lions prancing around. Looked like a Weasley made it. All of a sudden he heard heels clicking on hardwood flooring. A middle-aged woman, about 42, came into the room. She had a lilac dress on with a floral apron over it. She had to be at least 5'10". She was tall and tan. Her medium brown hair was layered to her shoulders. It was a bit wavy. Her chocolate brown eyes had lots of love in them and her smile consisted of 32 perfectly straight and white teeth.
"Draco, dear. I haven't seen you since you were born. How are you dear?" the woman said, still with the smile plastered on her face.
"Hello Mrs. Granger. I am fine and how are you? I greatly appreciate you for letting me reside in your beautiful home with a beautiful woman like you," Draco replied, laying on the flattery very thick. He slowly strode over to her, gently lifted her hand and kissed it softly. As he looked up he saw a light pink rise in her cheeks.
"Oh, I'm so sorry that Julius isn't here to greet you. He's working late at his office. He'll be home later tonight to meet you though. I'm just cooking dinner right now. Geoffrey has already brought up your things to your room," Mrs. Granger explained to him.
"Thank you Mrs. Granger. I can't wait to meet Mr. Granger," he said with a fake smile on his face. "Oh yes and mother says hello."
"Oh call me Marie, please. How is Narcissa doing anyways?"
"She is just great. Everything a son could ask for in a mother."
"That's good. Now your room. The stairs are over there. Go up the two flights. You'll come to a hallway. Count 3 doors on the right. That one is yours. The one after it is the loo, which connects to yours and 'Mione's room, and the next one is 'Mione's room. Across the hall is my room. Down here the family room is right next to the kitchen, which is behind the stairs. As you can see this is the library. The dining room is through the kitchen. Dinner will be ready shortly. Why don't you go up and unpack? And tell 'Mione to be down here at 7. You too dear." With that, Mrs. Granger left Draco in the library by himself. He sighed as he trudged up the red oak stairs. He looked at the white walls.
'Finally something other than red,' he thought.
As he reached the top of the last flight of stairs, he looked around the hallway. There was a blue oriental rug running the length of it. The walls were still white. There were about 12 doors in total, 5 on the right and 7 on the left. He counted the three doors that he was supposed to and opened it. He smiled at the choice of colors. The walls were a dark forest green. There was a king size bed with a canopy. The bedposts, quilt and covers were all black. The pillows, sheets and canopy were the same green as the walls. The lush carpet was an even darker green than the bed. On the opposite side of the door was a desk that was made out of the same wood as the bedposts. On the desk was a silver lamp. Across the bed was a television-a big one. On both sides of it were two dressers that were also the same wood as the desk and bed. He walked into the room and saw his trunk at the foot of the bed. Deciding that he would unpack after dinner, he took off his dragon hide boots and flopped on his bed. He turned sideways facing the windows. It was those kind you can sit on. He saw the sun going down. The sky was splashed with pinks and oranges. Then something caught his eye. At the corner of the pillows was a silver snake. He flipped over so he was facing the footboard. At the corner of the quilt was another silver snake but larger. He cocked one eyebrow as he got off the bed and walked around the room he tried to look for anything else with a snake on it when he looked up at the high ceiling. He let out a breath of awe. There was the Slytherin coat of arms painted on the wall, a silver shield with a lighter green than the wall snake was wrapped itself around it. On top of the silver shield was Slytherin written in calligraphy in silver and black. He laughed out loud.
'The Mudblood had her parents paint the room in Slytherin colors for me,' he thought. 'She must have a little thing for me. I wonder what she's doing now.' He slapped himself for thinking of her and decided to check out the loo. He opened to the door that was in the corner next to his bed, which led to the loo. The bathroom had pure white walls and a white porcelain tiled floor. There was a short wall on his left. He guessed it was to hide someone if they were in there doing something and someone came in unexpectedly. It was about the size his bedroom at his manor, and that was pretty big. There was a hexagonal shower in one corner that had glass sides and white designs around the sides. Opposite to that, was a huge swimming pool like tub. It had six faucets, two on each of the sides and one were it was against a high window. There were stairs leading up to the tub. A porcelain toilet was next to a shower and had one of those arse-washing sinks next to it. Even he didn't have that at his manor. A white sink was next to the arse-washer and a medicinal cabinet was above it, and above that were three white overhead lamps. He peered around the room for a light switch. He found it right next to the door with a dimmer next to it. He flicked the switch. He saw that the three overhead lights didn't turn on. He looked around the corner of the wall that blocked his view from the rest of the bathroom. A huge vanity and mirror were against the wall. There were light bulbs around the mirror. Round silver and black things were askew all over the top of the vanity and several lipsticks were uncapped.
'So, the little Mudblood does wear makeup?' he thought to himself once more. He raised his arm and took a look at his watch. It read 6:50. Dinner would be ready at seven and Marie had told him to get the Mudblood. He walked across the bathroom to the other door and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again even louder. Still no answer. Getting frustrated he turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. He opened the door and peaked his head inside the room. A wave of loud music washed over him almost knocking him backwards. He looked inside the room again. It was the same as his only it had the color scheme of the Gryffindor colors and the Lion emblem on the ceiling. He also noticed that the room was a lot messier. He was chuckling to himself until he saw Hermione. She was in a red guinea tee and black leather pants. Her skin was a golden tan and her mousy brown hair was no longer bushy and frizzy. It was straight and sleek and had gold highlights in it. Her back was towards him but he could still see that he had a brush in her hand and was singing into it. She was also dancing around her room. On her bed were stuffed animals lined up, including her ginger cat, Crookshanks. The music she was listening to had a really good beat to it, even though it was muggle music.
"I'm a sucka for corn rolls and manicured toes, Philly capri pants and parachute clothes, alright, passadity city with one or two throws, I'm droppin outta high school straight into the pro's. Who knows, I know. I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, and break it down low to the flow," she sang and with the last part she did a bouncing movement to the floor and came up slowly leaning forward as she did so Draco could see a fine view of her arse. He fully opened the door and leaned against the frame watching her sing and dance to her stuffed animals.
"Thank you England!! We love you!!" she screamed to her stuffed animals and Crookshanks.
"And we love you too," said a scowling voice behind her. She turned around and saw Draco leaning in her doorway. Her cheeks turned a dark pink and folded her arms over her chest. Draco gave her a once-over, starting from her chocolate brown eyes slowly dragging his eyes down her smooth neck, down her very developed chest, where he paused for a moment, then reluctantly moving down her flat stomach and long legs that seemed to go on forever. His eyes made the trip back up but instead of across her chest, her arms were on her hips.
"See anything you like ferret?" she asked him in a bored voice.
"Nope nothing at all except a filthy little Mudblood named Hermione," he retaliated.
"I wouldn't be saying that to me if I were you."
"Oh and why not?"
"You'll see soon," she replied back with a little smirk. "I do believe it is time for dinner. Accompany me down to the dining room?" She held out her arm for him to take it.
"Accompany yourself. I'm not going to get your Mudblood germs on me."
"I guess I will just have to tell daddykins that you're not respecting me. Dear Lucius, Your son has been disrespectful since he's came here.," she said until Draco cut her off.
"All right I'll bring you down," he said gumily. He walked over, took her arm, and they both walked slowly to the dining room.
'This is going to be a living hell.'
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A/N: Finally I'm done with the second chapter. Four damn pages. Thank you to all my reviewers. The song Hermione was singing was E.I. by Nelly. I will try to update as soon as possible.
~*Death*~
Draco was shaken awake by a little hand and a squeaky voice.
"Sirs, sirs wakes up. Mister Malfoy says Pinky must wakes you ups nows Master Draco. Yous must be goings to the Grangers house," said Draco's personal house-elf Pinky who was shaking him. He groggily yawned and rubbed his eyes. Then he looked over at the elf.
"Well get a move on. Bring my trunk to the fireplace," he demanded at the quivering house-elf. The pink elf snapped her long skinny fingers and she and the heavy trunk were gone. He stood up and walked to his full- length mirror. "Welcome to the worst summer of your life, Draco 'old boy." He walked down the stairs as slow as he can until his father yelled for him to stop dawdling and that he's not getting out of this.
When he arrived in the parlor where the fireplace was both his mother and father were waiting there for him. His mother kissed him on the cheek and wished him well and to say hello to Marie for her. His father just clapped him on the back and told him that he'd see him during Christmas vacation. His trunk was gone so it must already be at the muggle's house. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and through it into the roaring fire.
"GRANGER'S!" he shouted and stepped into the fire.
Granger's House
Green fire swirled around Draco. He had his eyes squeezed shut as to keep the ash out of them. He didn't want glasses like Potter's. He felt himself being pulled forwards. His eyes opened slowly as he stepped out onto hard ground. Looking around, he saw that he was in a library. There were wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with hundreds of books. The only bare spots were where the light switch and dimmer were for the old antique lamp that was hanging from the middle of the ceiling. The walls were covered with red wallpaper that had gold designs on it. The carpet was a lush dark maroon. He winced. Gryffindor colors. At least there wasn't a lion anywhere. He looked at the furniture. He winced again. Dark red furniture and a mahogany table. There was a recliner in the corner, a red one. At closer examination there was a quilt on it. All around the edges were gold lions prancing around. Looked like a Weasley made it. All of a sudden he heard heels clicking on hardwood flooring. A middle-aged woman, about 42, came into the room. She had a lilac dress on with a floral apron over it. She had to be at least 5'10". She was tall and tan. Her medium brown hair was layered to her shoulders. It was a bit wavy. Her chocolate brown eyes had lots of love in them and her smile consisted of 32 perfectly straight and white teeth.
"Draco, dear. I haven't seen you since you were born. How are you dear?" the woman said, still with the smile plastered on her face.
"Hello Mrs. Granger. I am fine and how are you? I greatly appreciate you for letting me reside in your beautiful home with a beautiful woman like you," Draco replied, laying on the flattery very thick. He slowly strode over to her, gently lifted her hand and kissed it softly. As he looked up he saw a light pink rise in her cheeks.
"Oh, I'm so sorry that Julius isn't here to greet you. He's working late at his office. He'll be home later tonight to meet you though. I'm just cooking dinner right now. Geoffrey has already brought up your things to your room," Mrs. Granger explained to him.
"Thank you Mrs. Granger. I can't wait to meet Mr. Granger," he said with a fake smile on his face. "Oh yes and mother says hello."
"Oh call me Marie, please. How is Narcissa doing anyways?"
"She is just great. Everything a son could ask for in a mother."
"That's good. Now your room. The stairs are over there. Go up the two flights. You'll come to a hallway. Count 3 doors on the right. That one is yours. The one after it is the loo, which connects to yours and 'Mione's room, and the next one is 'Mione's room. Across the hall is my room. Down here the family room is right next to the kitchen, which is behind the stairs. As you can see this is the library. The dining room is through the kitchen. Dinner will be ready shortly. Why don't you go up and unpack? And tell 'Mione to be down here at 7. You too dear." With that, Mrs. Granger left Draco in the library by himself. He sighed as he trudged up the red oak stairs. He looked at the white walls.
'Finally something other than red,' he thought.
As he reached the top of the last flight of stairs, he looked around the hallway. There was a blue oriental rug running the length of it. The walls were still white. There were about 12 doors in total, 5 on the right and 7 on the left. He counted the three doors that he was supposed to and opened it. He smiled at the choice of colors. The walls were a dark forest green. There was a king size bed with a canopy. The bedposts, quilt and covers were all black. The pillows, sheets and canopy were the same green as the walls. The lush carpet was an even darker green than the bed. On the opposite side of the door was a desk that was made out of the same wood as the bedposts. On the desk was a silver lamp. Across the bed was a television-a big one. On both sides of it were two dressers that were also the same wood as the desk and bed. He walked into the room and saw his trunk at the foot of the bed. Deciding that he would unpack after dinner, he took off his dragon hide boots and flopped on his bed. He turned sideways facing the windows. It was those kind you can sit on. He saw the sun going down. The sky was splashed with pinks and oranges. Then something caught his eye. At the corner of the pillows was a silver snake. He flipped over so he was facing the footboard. At the corner of the quilt was another silver snake but larger. He cocked one eyebrow as he got off the bed and walked around the room he tried to look for anything else with a snake on it when he looked up at the high ceiling. He let out a breath of awe. There was the Slytherin coat of arms painted on the wall, a silver shield with a lighter green than the wall snake was wrapped itself around it. On top of the silver shield was Slytherin written in calligraphy in silver and black. He laughed out loud.
'The Mudblood had her parents paint the room in Slytherin colors for me,' he thought. 'She must have a little thing for me. I wonder what she's doing now.' He slapped himself for thinking of her and decided to check out the loo. He opened to the door that was in the corner next to his bed, which led to the loo. The bathroom had pure white walls and a white porcelain tiled floor. There was a short wall on his left. He guessed it was to hide someone if they were in there doing something and someone came in unexpectedly. It was about the size his bedroom at his manor, and that was pretty big. There was a hexagonal shower in one corner that had glass sides and white designs around the sides. Opposite to that, was a huge swimming pool like tub. It had six faucets, two on each of the sides and one were it was against a high window. There were stairs leading up to the tub. A porcelain toilet was next to a shower and had one of those arse-washing sinks next to it. Even he didn't have that at his manor. A white sink was next to the arse-washer and a medicinal cabinet was above it, and above that were three white overhead lamps. He peered around the room for a light switch. He found it right next to the door with a dimmer next to it. He flicked the switch. He saw that the three overhead lights didn't turn on. He looked around the corner of the wall that blocked his view from the rest of the bathroom. A huge vanity and mirror were against the wall. There were light bulbs around the mirror. Round silver and black things were askew all over the top of the vanity and several lipsticks were uncapped.
'So, the little Mudblood does wear makeup?' he thought to himself once more. He raised his arm and took a look at his watch. It read 6:50. Dinner would be ready at seven and Marie had told him to get the Mudblood. He walked across the bathroom to the other door and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again even louder. Still no answer. Getting frustrated he turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. He opened the door and peaked his head inside the room. A wave of loud music washed over him almost knocking him backwards. He looked inside the room again. It was the same as his only it had the color scheme of the Gryffindor colors and the Lion emblem on the ceiling. He also noticed that the room was a lot messier. He was chuckling to himself until he saw Hermione. She was in a red guinea tee and black leather pants. Her skin was a golden tan and her mousy brown hair was no longer bushy and frizzy. It was straight and sleek and had gold highlights in it. Her back was towards him but he could still see that he had a brush in her hand and was singing into it. She was also dancing around her room. On her bed were stuffed animals lined up, including her ginger cat, Crookshanks. The music she was listening to had a really good beat to it, even though it was muggle music.
"I'm a sucka for corn rolls and manicured toes, Philly capri pants and parachute clothes, alright, passadity city with one or two throws, I'm droppin outta high school straight into the pro's. Who knows, I know. I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, and break it down low to the flow," she sang and with the last part she did a bouncing movement to the floor and came up slowly leaning forward as she did so Draco could see a fine view of her arse. He fully opened the door and leaned against the frame watching her sing and dance to her stuffed animals.
"Thank you England!! We love you!!" she screamed to her stuffed animals and Crookshanks.
"And we love you too," said a scowling voice behind her. She turned around and saw Draco leaning in her doorway. Her cheeks turned a dark pink and folded her arms over her chest. Draco gave her a once-over, starting from her chocolate brown eyes slowly dragging his eyes down her smooth neck, down her very developed chest, where he paused for a moment, then reluctantly moving down her flat stomach and long legs that seemed to go on forever. His eyes made the trip back up but instead of across her chest, her arms were on her hips.
"See anything you like ferret?" she asked him in a bored voice.
"Nope nothing at all except a filthy little Mudblood named Hermione," he retaliated.
"I wouldn't be saying that to me if I were you."
"Oh and why not?"
"You'll see soon," she replied back with a little smirk. "I do believe it is time for dinner. Accompany me down to the dining room?" She held out her arm for him to take it.
"Accompany yourself. I'm not going to get your Mudblood germs on me."
"I guess I will just have to tell daddykins that you're not respecting me. Dear Lucius, Your son has been disrespectful since he's came here.," she said until Draco cut her off.
"All right I'll bring you down," he said gumily. He walked over, took her arm, and they both walked slowly to the dining room.
'This is going to be a living hell.'
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A/N: Finally I'm done with the second chapter. Four damn pages. Thank you to all my reviewers. The song Hermione was singing was E.I. by Nelly. I will try to update as soon as possible.
~*Death*~