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We went to one of these posh, new designer clothing shops, that were located in one of the biggest Wizarding Malls I had ever been in. Really. It was every girls dream. But it was turning into my nightmare.
Malfoy was so tempting. I mean, his personality, quite frankly, sucked. One minute he was nice, then mean, then sarcastic, then happy, then hyper. But his hunkiness made up for his moodiness. His platinum blonde hair, his gray eyes, his body, his stature, oh Merlin, I was so attracted to him. I mean his body.
It came as no surprise that when we entered Madame Malkin's Exclusive Muggle Wear, that all of the women stared at him in awe. I would've too, if he hadn't ruined every fucking moment of my life in Hogwarts. But these innocent women didn't know him like I did. Wait, did I really even know him?
But Malfoy just took me right to the back, where they custom made the outfits. Damn. I could never afford to come to this shop, much less get my clothing custom made.
"Ahh, Mr. Malfoy, we meet again, we meet again."
Here this French guy, with a tag on his clothing saying 'Monsieur Claude' came, and I was pretty sure that he was queer. He talked with so many hand motions, I mean, jeez, it was just one sentence, but it looked like he was telling a story in sign language or something.
"Yes we do Claude, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Meet my new Personal Assistant, Hermione Granger. I need a whole wardrobe of clothing made for her."
What the fuck was he talking about? I thought he was gonna buy like 2 dresses for me and get over with it. Not a WHOLE wardrobe. I wonder how many pieces of clothing he was actually going to get.
"Yes, yes. Let me make the measurements, while you pick the designs over there with Genia."
I really had no idea what this dude said; his French accent was clouding everything. But I was got what he was doing once with a flick of his wand, a measure tape measured my body while a quill was busy writing the measurements on a floating parchment.
After 5 minutes, Claude was done with me, and as soon as he left, I scurried over to Malfoy, who was busy picking what the design of my clothing would be. I was shocked. The ones he was circling were just horrifying. He was going to make me look bad!
At least, that's what I thought.
"Malfoy, I can't wear those, they expose too much and plus, I don't have the figure of a model," I said in a deathly whisper.
"You know, you have no idea what guys see and think of you...you know, you're damn hot and your body is perfect. And honestly, the more you expose, the better you'll look."
Was he complimenting my looks and my figure? Or was it just me translating the nasty things he usually says into compliments? It turned out to be the first.
Claude returned as soon as Malfoy finished up, and with another flick of a wand, he created the whole wardrobe. Then Malfoy made me try on one of the dresses. I couldn't believe that it was me staring into the mirror.
I looked completely different. I was astonished to see that my hair and makeup did themselves while I put the dress on. While I came out of the dressing room, Malfoy half-smiled and Claude clapped, with an excited face.
"Oh Mr. Malfoy," he gushed "Your little assistant will look marvelous with you."
"I know she will."
Those simple words that Malfoy said made me blush uncontrollably and I was actually happy that this shopping experience wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Malfoy paid for the clothes, which totaled to be 645 galleons, a very expensive price. Not to mention the accessories he bought me for 250 galleons. I was so happy and I was getting giddy. I almost kissed Malfoy. And that was scary.
"Granger…would you like to accompany me to dinner," he said in a surprisingly modest voice.
"Uh…I don't know…I guess."
"Oh ok, good. Besides, you're dumping the house you're living in anyway."
"WHAT?!"
"I said-"
"I know what you SAID, but what the hell are you talking about?"
Obviously, since I accepted the offer Malfoy made, I was getting a lot more confused.
"It's only logical Granger. If you're my personal assistant, you're going to have to live close by. Meaning, my house."
"What the fuck?!"
"The language Granger, the language. Anyway, your shitload of a house does not have adequate living space, scratch that, breathing space. And you have to accompany me to major meetings and such, so I need you close and on call. I'm not giving 75,000 galleons to you for no reason."
"So basically I have to live with you? Are you mad?"
"No. But if you want to keep this job, you have to obey the boss. Which is me, if you forgot."
I suddenly wished that we were still in Madame Malkin's, and not arguing in the middle of a mall crowded with people. The wish did not come true.
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Since Malfoy was my new boss, I couldn't exactly disobey him. And what he said was true. Why would he pay me that much money for no reason?
We apparated to his home, and I instantly was amazed. Was this his home? This mansion that so many people could easily fit in? I held my breath and took in the surroundings.
"Like what you see?"
"It's more like love."
I really didn't want to love his mansion, but one was just compelled to. It was so big and as he gave me the grand tour, I was surprised that he was actually polite to me. His house was so interesting, not to mention historical. It was built around the 1200's, which was impressive because this mansion didn't look even close to crumbling.
"And this is my room."
Another one of the collective gasps I was taking came out of my mouth. Was this a room? It was certainly much bigger. Its walls were such a light, delicate blue, and the rest of the room was made up of shades of blue and silver. The furniture was made of such a beautiful cloth, which I longed to touch. There was a fluffy carpet on the ground, which made my feet-warmer. It seemed that everything was charmed to have inner qualities. I was dumbfounded, and Malfoy could tell.
"Your room is directly across. Would you like to see it, or keep on gaping at my room?"
I closed my mouth, which I was sure was wide open for quite some time, and walked across the hall. My room was the same shape as Malfoys, but less…personifying. It was still beautiful, but I noticed that there was no color.
"Just pick whichever color combination you want and it'll change automatically to match it."
As he explained the complicated spells and charms cast on this room, I began thinking of the colors I would want. After running through a whole hue of colors, I said the colors that reminded me of the place I loved most.
"Burgundy red and gold."
"You are such a Gryffindor."
"Yes, well. I know."
"Now get ready in 10 minutes and come to my room, and we'll go down for dinner. I don't think you'll make it to the dining room without getting lost."
That was such a true statement. Funny, I never knew that even Malfoy could utter such words of truth.
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We went downstairs for dinner and to my dismay, there were the house elves, the poor, blameless house elves waiting to be called for doing some type of work or another.
S.P.E.W. just made the house elves in Hogwarts avoid the Gryffindor tower at all costs, and it was getting very dirty. In the end, I had to give up on my Organization. *sigh*
The food was just…wow. I was happier than I ever was before, post-college. I couldn't believe that I was more content with Malfoy, then I was when alone. No one likes to be alone, but I preferred it. Now, Malfoy was making my dream life a reality.
And I didn't hate Malfoy. I didn't love him either. It was just that, he changed everything for me, in such a short amount of time. As I looked at him, and he looked at me, I could tell that he wasn't really evil.
I was really beginning to like him.
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Not much of a cliffie, but I'm in a hurry…
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