CHAPTER 4- SUPPER WITH A SNAKE
LAST LINE: Hermione felt tears streaming down here face.
Hermione was left alone...
NOW:
She was far away from any comfort from her best friends. Ten years she would be apart from her world. Mione always
associated Harry and Ron as her world, They kept her safe, made her happy, and they were always there for her to talk
to about her problems. She was always there for them. She would miss hearing their problems and their camping trips.
Hermione was crying. Pouring her heart out to no one, Well that's what she thought...
Sitting in the Dungeon alone with a single candle and a mirror was Draco. He was watching Hermione crying. Then he noticed
he had a sort of pain inside him. It was as if he could feel her pain. "Snap out of it," He pounded his desk, "This is just
some ugly prisoner, No a Mudblood. Nothing but a Mudblood." But he new she wasn't ugly she was as beautiful as a rose. And
she was so much more than a mudblood. Draco was too afraid to let his emotions out, After all, his father told him the
heart makes a man weak.
..Four hours had passed. Hermione was lying on the floor beside her window. Where the moon lit her face in the
moonlight. She was just waking up when someone hurried in her room.
"Excuse me miss, But I was told to bring you to dinner, Master Malfoy asks me to remind you that it is the last Nourishment
to be served. I shall light the fire and put an extra sheet on your bed, as it has cold nights in the malfoy
mansion," This woman seemed to be rushing, "Miss, you only have 15 minutes to get ready."
"Umm, may I ask who are you? And I would prefer it if you called me Hermione thank you," She answered while getting up,
"Not to be rude or anything." She remembered her manners.
"Oh, I am sorry; I was being rude rushing around. I am Constance, The masters' oldest servant. I have been her for 18
years. I am a squib. The master told me to be your personal maid," She replied while kneeling by the fire.
"Come along, We must Hurry, you still have to change into Robes."
"I am not going to change, it is only supper."
"Miss Hermione, You will make him angry, You do not want to see him when he is angry. Please change I beg of you!"
Constance pleaded.
"No. I am not his servant. Malfoy will not tell me what to wear." Hermione said simply
***
"What is taking so long," Draco shouted as the cook came in, "Just serve the supper. I want to return to my room as soon
as I can."
Constance entered and did a little curtsy, "Master Draco, what would you like me to do next."
"Ah Constance, You have worked hard today. I am grateful as always. You may leave your duties and I shall see you
Tomorrow."
Hermione walked through the passage into the dinning room. She was stunned. It was so big you could have fitted the burrows
Kitchen in it 5 times and still had enough room for a dinning room table. There were four windows each 16ft tall and 8ft
wide. They were made from silk, a pale green and silver. The chandelier was made from clear crystal, which reflected the
light and made it glimmers.
"Miss, you must sit here." Constance hauled Hermione to the opposite end of the table; Draco was sitting at the other end
where the man of the house would sit. The table was big enough to place 50 people. Two at the ends where Draco and
Hermione was sitting and 23 people could sit.
"I will see you tomorrow Madam," She bowed to Hermione then turned around to face Draco, "Good night young master Malfoy"
And she left, just as the supper was arranged onto the table.
A Strange looking soup was placed in front of Hermione. It was a red colour with vegetables. It looked like blood mixed
with water. Hermione tried a spoonful. She was right it was blood she spat it out of her mouth.
Draco stared at her. This was the first time he set eyes on her since he left her alone. She had not obeyed his command,
she was still in her muggle clothes. Fair enough they made all her body shape look like a real ladys.
......
They really suited her, but she didn't listen like a prisoner should.
"Umm. What do you think you are doing?"
"You monster," Hermione jumped up from her seat and began to spit on the floor, "Why blood? Are you some sort of Vampire?
Is that why you sit in the dungeon in the dark? And umm..." Hermione was panting she was terrified.
"What? That's not blood. It's a potion called stomach clencher, you must have thought of blood and that's why it tastes
like it. The cook always serves it at night. You really aren't as clever as most people say you." Draco started to laugh in
a sort cruel way. "And also I told you to dress formally," Draco stood up throwing his spoon onto the floor.
"I am not your servant. I Will Not be told what to wear." Hermione wasn't the sort to back out of a fight, Not when she
could win anyway.
"No, You are not my servant Granger," Draco started calmly and then he completely lost his temper, "You are my prisoner,
A Mudblood. I will not be answed back by you anymore." He started pushing chairs out of the way to get to Hermione.
When he reached her he grabbed her wrist and began to twist and squeezed it.
Hermione began to cry and fell on the floor.
"Don't ever think you can tell me what to do in my home. Go to your room. GET OUT!" Draco shouted. He had never been
shouted at like that by anyone in this mansion, Only by Lucius. That was a long time ago. He was in charge.
He watched as Hermione fled from the room. Her face red, with tears pouring down her cheeks. He sat back down on a
chair he hadn't knocked over in his anger. He held his hand in his face.
****What have I done? I Hurt her. I dug my fingers into her wrist. I probably even drew blood. How will I ever get
someone to love me if I can't control my temper. Damn you father, I got this temper from you.****
"I curse your grave to repay this curse that has been placed on me because of you."
"Sorry me Lord, I wasn't listening on your conversation It's just I heard the shouting and then things being broken. I
only came down to see if It was intruders. And then I saw miss Herm... Miss Granger upset my lord." Constance walked up
to Draco and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. This made Draco lift his head to look at his maid. This was the only
servant he had who understood and listened to him. She was so special to him he used her first name. The others were just
servants.
"No Constance, I appreciate everything you do. I hurt her; I didn't even stop after I hurt her wrist. I threw her on the
floor." Draco whispered as he held the hand on his shoulder.
"Well I will go and see if she is all right and make you two a hot drink. Then you can talk."
"No," Draco said getting up, "I will go and see her. It was not your fault, And so you shall not make my apology for my
mistakes."
"Yes my Lord, I shall go and make Hot drinks and light the fire in the lounge." She took a bow and left the room.
Draco walked down to the passage. Draco opened the door but there wasn't anyone in the room. The window had been opened,
Hermione had run...
LAST LINE: Hermione felt tears streaming down here face.
Hermione was left alone...
NOW:
She was far away from any comfort from her best friends. Ten years she would be apart from her world. Mione always
associated Harry and Ron as her world, They kept her safe, made her happy, and they were always there for her to talk
to about her problems. She was always there for them. She would miss hearing their problems and their camping trips.
Hermione was crying. Pouring her heart out to no one, Well that's what she thought...
Sitting in the Dungeon alone with a single candle and a mirror was Draco. He was watching Hermione crying. Then he noticed
he had a sort of pain inside him. It was as if he could feel her pain. "Snap out of it," He pounded his desk, "This is just
some ugly prisoner, No a Mudblood. Nothing but a Mudblood." But he new she wasn't ugly she was as beautiful as a rose. And
she was so much more than a mudblood. Draco was too afraid to let his emotions out, After all, his father told him the
heart makes a man weak.
..Four hours had passed. Hermione was lying on the floor beside her window. Where the moon lit her face in the
moonlight. She was just waking up when someone hurried in her room.
"Excuse me miss, But I was told to bring you to dinner, Master Malfoy asks me to remind you that it is the last Nourishment
to be served. I shall light the fire and put an extra sheet on your bed, as it has cold nights in the malfoy
mansion," This woman seemed to be rushing, "Miss, you only have 15 minutes to get ready."
"Umm, may I ask who are you? And I would prefer it if you called me Hermione thank you," She answered while getting up,
"Not to be rude or anything." She remembered her manners.
"Oh, I am sorry; I was being rude rushing around. I am Constance, The masters' oldest servant. I have been her for 18
years. I am a squib. The master told me to be your personal maid," She replied while kneeling by the fire.
"Come along, We must Hurry, you still have to change into Robes."
"I am not going to change, it is only supper."
"Miss Hermione, You will make him angry, You do not want to see him when he is angry. Please change I beg of you!"
Constance pleaded.
"No. I am not his servant. Malfoy will not tell me what to wear." Hermione said simply
***
"What is taking so long," Draco shouted as the cook came in, "Just serve the supper. I want to return to my room as soon
as I can."
Constance entered and did a little curtsy, "Master Draco, what would you like me to do next."
"Ah Constance, You have worked hard today. I am grateful as always. You may leave your duties and I shall see you
Tomorrow."
Hermione walked through the passage into the dinning room. She was stunned. It was so big you could have fitted the burrows
Kitchen in it 5 times and still had enough room for a dinning room table. There were four windows each 16ft tall and 8ft
wide. They were made from silk, a pale green and silver. The chandelier was made from clear crystal, which reflected the
light and made it glimmers.
"Miss, you must sit here." Constance hauled Hermione to the opposite end of the table; Draco was sitting at the other end
where the man of the house would sit. The table was big enough to place 50 people. Two at the ends where Draco and
Hermione was sitting and 23 people could sit.
"I will see you tomorrow Madam," She bowed to Hermione then turned around to face Draco, "Good night young master Malfoy"
And she left, just as the supper was arranged onto the table.
A Strange looking soup was placed in front of Hermione. It was a red colour with vegetables. It looked like blood mixed
with water. Hermione tried a spoonful. She was right it was blood she spat it out of her mouth.
Draco stared at her. This was the first time he set eyes on her since he left her alone. She had not obeyed his command,
she was still in her muggle clothes. Fair enough they made all her body shape look like a real ladys.
......
They really suited her, but she didn't listen like a prisoner should.
"Umm. What do you think you are doing?"
"You monster," Hermione jumped up from her seat and began to spit on the floor, "Why blood? Are you some sort of Vampire?
Is that why you sit in the dungeon in the dark? And umm..." Hermione was panting she was terrified.
"What? That's not blood. It's a potion called stomach clencher, you must have thought of blood and that's why it tastes
like it. The cook always serves it at night. You really aren't as clever as most people say you." Draco started to laugh in
a sort cruel way. "And also I told you to dress formally," Draco stood up throwing his spoon onto the floor.
"I am not your servant. I Will Not be told what to wear." Hermione wasn't the sort to back out of a fight, Not when she
could win anyway.
"No, You are not my servant Granger," Draco started calmly and then he completely lost his temper, "You are my prisoner,
A Mudblood. I will not be answed back by you anymore." He started pushing chairs out of the way to get to Hermione.
When he reached her he grabbed her wrist and began to twist and squeezed it.
Hermione began to cry and fell on the floor.
"Don't ever think you can tell me what to do in my home. Go to your room. GET OUT!" Draco shouted. He had never been
shouted at like that by anyone in this mansion, Only by Lucius. That was a long time ago. He was in charge.
He watched as Hermione fled from the room. Her face red, with tears pouring down her cheeks. He sat back down on a
chair he hadn't knocked over in his anger. He held his hand in his face.
****What have I done? I Hurt her. I dug my fingers into her wrist. I probably even drew blood. How will I ever get
someone to love me if I can't control my temper. Damn you father, I got this temper from you.****
"I curse your grave to repay this curse that has been placed on me because of you."
"Sorry me Lord, I wasn't listening on your conversation It's just I heard the shouting and then things being broken. I
only came down to see if It was intruders. And then I saw miss Herm... Miss Granger upset my lord." Constance walked up
to Draco and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. This made Draco lift his head to look at his maid. This was the only
servant he had who understood and listened to him. She was so special to him he used her first name. The others were just
servants.
"No Constance, I appreciate everything you do. I hurt her; I didn't even stop after I hurt her wrist. I threw her on the
floor." Draco whispered as he held the hand on his shoulder.
"Well I will go and see if she is all right and make you two a hot drink. Then you can talk."
"No," Draco said getting up, "I will go and see her. It was not your fault, And so you shall not make my apology for my
mistakes."
"Yes my Lord, I shall go and make Hot drinks and light the fire in the lounge." She took a bow and left the room.
Draco walked down to the passage. Draco opened the door but there wasn't anyone in the room. The window had been opened,
Hermione had run...
