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Rowling!
As soon as Hermione walked into her home, she checked the clock. It was already 11:30. She hurried into her room and laid her purchases on the bed before stripping herself of her clothes and entering the shower. Her hands massaged shampoo into her dark locks. When she was done in the shower, she stepped out and wrapped herself in a large black towel.
'I guess I should save that robe for the dinner.' She thought sourly. 'They probably expect you to change your clothes for that meal.'
Hermione ruffled through her closet, looking for something suitable but not to overly dressy. Finally deciding on a clingy black halter dress that went down to a little past her mid-thigh and some comfortable, yet fashionable, shoes.
"Hermione, you have thirty minutes to get ready." Emily called from the bottom of the stairs.
Hermione rolled her eyes and then went to apply her make-up. She mostly played on her eyes. Mascara, black eyeliner, and a crystal blue eye shadow topped with eternal ice. Clear gloss accented her lips.
'What am I going to do with hair?' she thought cynically.
Her hands worked magic on her now silken straight tresses. She pulled some sections back, securing it with clear rubber bands. She tied the rest into a messy bun, leaving her choppy bangs in the front. No sooner had she washed her hands did the doorbell ring. Seconds later, Lucius Malfoy appeared in her doorway.
"Miss Frost, do you have everything packed?" he asked while sliding a devious smile on his face. Hermione shuddered inwardly but on the outside remained calm.
"Yes, I have everything packed. It is in this trunk right here." She indicated her trunk with a manicured finger. She walked gracefully past him and down the stairs to say good bye to her mother. Emily was crying and Hermione did not shed one tear. Her heart was pounding in her ears. It was now that her world would be flipped upside down.
Lucius appeared at the bottom of the steps with a levitating trunk in his wake. They walked in complete silence to the fireplace.
"Just say Malfoy Manor, my wife, Narcissa, will be there to show you your rooms."
Hermione nodded and did as instructed. She landed with a thump on the cold, hard, marble floor of the entry way, she presumed. A blonde woman around the age of thirty eight walked calmly towards her and then immediately embraced Hermione.
"Oh, it has been ages and ages since I have seen you last. My, well..., you were just a baby, around six months old." She smiled a warm grin to Hermione. "Well, you look just lovely darling. Let me call Draco down to come and meet you."
Narcissa disappeared up a stairway and a few minutes later returned with a smug Draco Malfoy on her heels. He looked her up and down quickly.
"Well, never thought you would be marrying me now did you Frost?" he asked raising a brow.
"Draco Adonis Malfoy! You will call this young lady by her name and not her surname. Is that understood?" Narcissa admonished. Hermione smirked. This boy was kept in line by his mother who looked to be as skinny as a rail.
"Did you know about this betrothal, Draco?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
"I've known since I was ten years old." His trademark smirk crossed his features like a fleeting smile. "I just thought teasing you and making you angry was too much fun."
As soon as Hermione walked into her home, she checked the clock. It was already 11:30. She hurried into her room and laid her purchases on the bed before stripping herself of her clothes and entering the shower. Her hands massaged shampoo into her dark locks. When she was done in the shower, she stepped out and wrapped herself in a large black towel.
'I guess I should save that robe for the dinner.' She thought sourly. 'They probably expect you to change your clothes for that meal.'
Hermione ruffled through her closet, looking for something suitable but not to overly dressy. Finally deciding on a clingy black halter dress that went down to a little past her mid-thigh and some comfortable, yet fashionable, shoes.
"Hermione, you have thirty minutes to get ready." Emily called from the bottom of the stairs.
Hermione rolled her eyes and then went to apply her make-up. She mostly played on her eyes. Mascara, black eyeliner, and a crystal blue eye shadow topped with eternal ice. Clear gloss accented her lips.
'What am I going to do with hair?' she thought cynically.
Her hands worked magic on her now silken straight tresses. She pulled some sections back, securing it with clear rubber bands. She tied the rest into a messy bun, leaving her choppy bangs in the front. No sooner had she washed her hands did the doorbell ring. Seconds later, Lucius Malfoy appeared in her doorway.
"Miss Frost, do you have everything packed?" he asked while sliding a devious smile on his face. Hermione shuddered inwardly but on the outside remained calm.
"Yes, I have everything packed. It is in this trunk right here." She indicated her trunk with a manicured finger. She walked gracefully past him and down the stairs to say good bye to her mother. Emily was crying and Hermione did not shed one tear. Her heart was pounding in her ears. It was now that her world would be flipped upside down.
Lucius appeared at the bottom of the steps with a levitating trunk in his wake. They walked in complete silence to the fireplace.
"Just say Malfoy Manor, my wife, Narcissa, will be there to show you your rooms."
Hermione nodded and did as instructed. She landed with a thump on the cold, hard, marble floor of the entry way, she presumed. A blonde woman around the age of thirty eight walked calmly towards her and then immediately embraced Hermione.
"Oh, it has been ages and ages since I have seen you last. My, well..., you were just a baby, around six months old." She smiled a warm grin to Hermione. "Well, you look just lovely darling. Let me call Draco down to come and meet you."
Narcissa disappeared up a stairway and a few minutes later returned with a smug Draco Malfoy on her heels. He looked her up and down quickly.
"Well, never thought you would be marrying me now did you Frost?" he asked raising a brow.
"Draco Adonis Malfoy! You will call this young lady by her name and not her surname. Is that understood?" Narcissa admonished. Hermione smirked. This boy was kept in line by his mother who looked to be as skinny as a rail.
"Did you know about this betrothal, Draco?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
"I've known since I was ten years old." His trademark smirk crossed his features like a fleeting smile. "I just thought teasing you and making you angry was too much fun."