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"You thought that was fun?" she asked rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. "You knew all along whom I was and you never thought to tell me?! What kind of evil bastard are you!" Hermione stood poised and glaring at Malfoy.
"The evilest there is around here, so do come off your high pedastool."He smiled a true smile and held out his hand to her. "You actually thought that I would tell you something other than get out of my way?" She instinctively took a step back, only to crash into a sneering Lucius Malfoy.
"Draco, have you shown Hermione her room or do I have to do everything around here?"
"We were just going to do that father," he said icily. "Come this way love." There was something in his eyes that said if she disobeyed him there would be serious consequences. She hesitantly took his hand and he led her up the flight of steps out of the room. As soon as they were out of sight, he dropped her hand and wiped it on the black slacks he was wearing.
"Why did you call me 'love'?" she demanded in a harsh whisper.
"Why would I call you anything other than mudblood?" he asked sneering at the look of contempt on her face. "Because it is unfortunately required of my by my father." He stopped and turned to face her. "In public you will play every bit of the totally in love wife and in private you will not touch me. When we have guests you will hang on my every word, and show affection for me. We need to produce an heir by the third year of marriage and then you can bask in all the money and fame you have received from me. Understood?" Hermione nodded and they continued to make their way up staircases and down halls.
"Here we are," Draco said as he opened a door to the farthest bedroom on the left on the third floor. It was a big room, lavishly furnished with a four poster bed in the center with a few desks and a gigantic bathroom. Merlin, it was beautiful. The interior was all white with splotches of emerald green here and there. The king sized bed stood against the wall in the middle of the room. By the window there was a ledge that you could sit on. Everything was amazing. She decided to voice her thoughts.
"Malfoy, this room is very nice, thank you."
Malfoy cocked his head to the side and smirked at her and waved a dismissive hand. "Dinner is served at 6:00 sharp, be there at 5:45. Wear nice dress robes and look presentable." He turned and walked out of the room.
"Bloody bastard," she whispered under her breath. With a flick of the wand, everything was unpacked and in the proper places. Hermione then lie down on her bed and enjoy a peaceful sleep.
A few hours later an alarming knock sounded on her bedroom door. She wearily got up and opened the door. A house-elf stood there, looking petrified.
"Hello Mistress Hermione," it squeaked. "Dinner is going to be served soon and Master Draco sent Tizzy up to help you get ready." Hermione looked on in shock as the house-elf drew her bath water and filled it with bubbles.
"Um..., Tizzy, you don't have to do that, I can." She commented.
"No Mistress, Tizzy wants to run your bath water. Tizzy likes being a house- elf Mistress," the elf told her firmly. A few minutes later the bathtub was full of brown sugar scented scrub and body wash. Hermione got in and cleaned herself for the second time that day. She washed and conditioned her hair with the fresh fallen snow products and got out. After drying off, she magically curled her hair into loose ringlets and applied her make-up. Her eyes were sultry and smoky, her pouty lips accentuated by a tinted gloss.
Hermione walked over to her closet where she had hung her robe. She quickly pulled out and laid it on her bed. She pulled on a thong and bra, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric on her skin. Her hands reached for the dress. She slipped it on and looked into the mirror. The dress was dark blue silk that was low cut in the front and an asymmetrical cut on the bottom extending from mid-thigh to mid-calf. The strappy sandals completed the look of a goddess. Hermione applied a little glitter to her shoulders and hair.
There was a light knock at the door and then it opened without so much as a come in from Hermione. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway in black pants held up by a belt with a silver buckle, dress shoes, and a royal blue dress shirt. His hair was hanging in his eyes, giving him the dangerous stranger look. Oh he was sexy.
"Come on Frost, it's almost 5:45," he said as Hermione continued to stare at him. Her thoughts broken, she walked to the door and they made their way down to the dinning hall. Once they reached it, they took the predetermined seats and left one for Lucius to sit in at the head of the table. He arrived shortly and the house-elves brought the first course, consisting of salad.
"So...," Lucius began looking at Hermione, who was unfortunately sitting next to husband- dearest. "The wedding is at the end of this summer, which is in one week."
Hermione blanched and grasped her fork tighter than necessary. Lucius continued to drone on and on about what is expected of a Malfoy bride, ignoring the look of disgust and hate that filled all of her features. She hadn't expected that she would have to give birth to a baby that had to be a boy and then be thrown away like an item that served its purpose. 'Oh help me please,' Hermione thought. 'I can't survive in a loveless marriage!'
"You thought that was fun?" she asked rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. "You knew all along whom I was and you never thought to tell me?! What kind of evil bastard are you!" Hermione stood poised and glaring at Malfoy.
"The evilest there is around here, so do come off your high pedastool."He smiled a true smile and held out his hand to her. "You actually thought that I would tell you something other than get out of my way?" She instinctively took a step back, only to crash into a sneering Lucius Malfoy.
"Draco, have you shown Hermione her room or do I have to do everything around here?"
"We were just going to do that father," he said icily. "Come this way love." There was something in his eyes that said if she disobeyed him there would be serious consequences. She hesitantly took his hand and he led her up the flight of steps out of the room. As soon as they were out of sight, he dropped her hand and wiped it on the black slacks he was wearing.
"Why did you call me 'love'?" she demanded in a harsh whisper.
"Why would I call you anything other than mudblood?" he asked sneering at the look of contempt on her face. "Because it is unfortunately required of my by my father." He stopped and turned to face her. "In public you will play every bit of the totally in love wife and in private you will not touch me. When we have guests you will hang on my every word, and show affection for me. We need to produce an heir by the third year of marriage and then you can bask in all the money and fame you have received from me. Understood?" Hermione nodded and they continued to make their way up staircases and down halls.
"Here we are," Draco said as he opened a door to the farthest bedroom on the left on the third floor. It was a big room, lavishly furnished with a four poster bed in the center with a few desks and a gigantic bathroom. Merlin, it was beautiful. The interior was all white with splotches of emerald green here and there. The king sized bed stood against the wall in the middle of the room. By the window there was a ledge that you could sit on. Everything was amazing. She decided to voice her thoughts.
"Malfoy, this room is very nice, thank you."
Malfoy cocked his head to the side and smirked at her and waved a dismissive hand. "Dinner is served at 6:00 sharp, be there at 5:45. Wear nice dress robes and look presentable." He turned and walked out of the room.
"Bloody bastard," she whispered under her breath. With a flick of the wand, everything was unpacked and in the proper places. Hermione then lie down on her bed and enjoy a peaceful sleep.
A few hours later an alarming knock sounded on her bedroom door. She wearily got up and opened the door. A house-elf stood there, looking petrified.
"Hello Mistress Hermione," it squeaked. "Dinner is going to be served soon and Master Draco sent Tizzy up to help you get ready." Hermione looked on in shock as the house-elf drew her bath water and filled it with bubbles.
"Um..., Tizzy, you don't have to do that, I can." She commented.
"No Mistress, Tizzy wants to run your bath water. Tizzy likes being a house- elf Mistress," the elf told her firmly. A few minutes later the bathtub was full of brown sugar scented scrub and body wash. Hermione got in and cleaned herself for the second time that day. She washed and conditioned her hair with the fresh fallen snow products and got out. After drying off, she magically curled her hair into loose ringlets and applied her make-up. Her eyes were sultry and smoky, her pouty lips accentuated by a tinted gloss.
Hermione walked over to her closet where she had hung her robe. She quickly pulled out and laid it on her bed. She pulled on a thong and bra, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric on her skin. Her hands reached for the dress. She slipped it on and looked into the mirror. The dress was dark blue silk that was low cut in the front and an asymmetrical cut on the bottom extending from mid-thigh to mid-calf. The strappy sandals completed the look of a goddess. Hermione applied a little glitter to her shoulders and hair.
There was a light knock at the door and then it opened without so much as a come in from Hermione. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway in black pants held up by a belt with a silver buckle, dress shoes, and a royal blue dress shirt. His hair was hanging in his eyes, giving him the dangerous stranger look. Oh he was sexy.
"Come on Frost, it's almost 5:45," he said as Hermione continued to stare at him. Her thoughts broken, she walked to the door and they made their way down to the dinning hall. Once they reached it, they took the predetermined seats and left one for Lucius to sit in at the head of the table. He arrived shortly and the house-elves brought the first course, consisting of salad.
"So...," Lucius began looking at Hermione, who was unfortunately sitting next to husband- dearest. "The wedding is at the end of this summer, which is in one week."
Hermione blanched and grasped her fork tighter than necessary. Lucius continued to drone on and on about what is expected of a Malfoy bride, ignoring the look of disgust and hate that filled all of her features. She hadn't expected that she would have to give birth to a baby that had to be a boy and then be thrown away like an item that served its purpose. 'Oh help me please,' Hermione thought. 'I can't survive in a loveless marriage!'