There was no way that it was the same Malfoy that I know, Hermione though,
but Malfoy isn't exactly a common name.
"Miss, please get back into the coach," the ugly coachman said.
Hermione obediently climbed back into the coach. The bottom of her stomach felt like it ate something queasy for breakfast. Not a chance in the world that she could be at the ground of Malfoy's home, it just can't be happening.
: Miss, we're here, just go in the front door, Miss McKinley will be there waiting for you. You luggage will be taken care off.
Hermione entered the estate. The entrance was gorgeous; in front of her was a double spiral staircase. Apparently Miss McKinley was a beautiful young woman still in her 20's.
"So you're the new servant Eh?"
"Yes, m'am. My name is Hermione Granger."
"Well Granger, the rules in this manor are strict, one toe over the line, you're fired. Number one; do not speak unless spoken to. Number two, use the terms Lord, Lady or Master when addressing the Malfoy's. Number three; do not ever touch the Malfoys. And finally do not ever go onto the fourth floor.
"What's on the fourth floor?" Hermione interrupted Miss McKinley's flow of speech.
: None of your damn business!" Miss McKinley snapped back, "You will wake up at five every day. You will tend the fire in each room, including the bedrooms. Then you shall come into the servants' quarters to have your breakfast, where you will be given your tasks for the day. You will be paid 30 galleons weekly. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded, too scared to speak to her. "Sign this contract, you'll be bounded by the magic of it, until it's time for you to leave, it's a powerful bond, so don't sign unless you're sure."
Miss McKinley conjured up a parchment with a floating golden quill beside it. Hermione didn't know if she wanted to sign. What if it was the Malfoys she knew, how can she stand to serve them, but if she wanted to go back to Hogwarts she has to work, there was no choice for her but to sign. Hermione took up the quill and signed her name the parchment then disappeared in a trail of smoke.
"Come with me now, you're going to meet the masters, be polite, make you speech limited and REMEMBER THE RULES!"
Hermione follow Miss McKinley through a grand ball room, across an elegant dinning room and stopped in front a pair of red curtains. A bunch hushed voices were coming out of the room, they sounded to be arguing about something important. Miss McKinley ignored the voices and walked into the room, Hermione walked in after her. There were three people in the room; they were all gathered about the fire which lit up their most distinguishable feature, their pale blond hair. Hermione's stomach sand, it was the Malfoys she knew and she was their servant.
"Lord, Lady and Master Malfoy, this is the new servant," Miss McKinley said as she curtsied.
Hatred and disgust flowed into all their pale eyes and faces. Lord Malfoy looked absolutely furious, Lady Malfoy was more composed; Master (Draco) Malfoy looked like Christmas came early this year.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, IS THIS MUDBLOOK DOING IN MY MANOR?" Luscious Malfoy yell, as he became aware of Hermione.
"Why she's the new servant, sir, I didn't know she was a mudblood, I thought-,"
She never got to say what she thought, Lord Malfoy was absolutely beyond furious.
"No mudblood shall ever serve the Malfoys." Luscious said in a bare whisper.
"But sire, she's now bounded by the ancient magic of the contract, she can't leave." Lucious didn't like the sound of that. He would be disgracing the family name if he dared to break the seal of the magic. After brief minutes of thinking, Lord Malfoy finally spoke again, so quiet Hermione had to strain to hear him.
"She will work for us then, but she will be given half of the usual salary and she will be sleeping in the stable. Now get her working before I decide to kill, this mudblood."
Draco Malfoy sneered at Hermione and Hermione sneered right back at him. If he thought that she's going to be to be a goody little servant and wait on him, then he might as well eat dung.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, the sneer just makes your face uglier than it already is." Hermione said to Draco Malfoy.
Smack, a hand connected with her face. It was Miss McKinley apparently, Hermione just broke a rule. McKinley grabs her arm and pulled her out of the sitting room and dragged her into a huge room full of grim and dust.
"NEVER TALK LIKE THAT TO A MALFOY! NOW TAKE THIS BRUSH AND SCRUB THIS PLACE CLEAN, OR ELSE YOU WON'T HAVE DINNER. WHEN I COME BACK IT BETTER BE CLEAN."
McKinley then left. Hermione looked around at the walls and the floor then at the little tiny brush McKinley left behind. It would take her all night to clean this room, why did she have to smart mouth Malfoy. But when she remembered what she said, it was worth the scrubbing. Hermione got down on the floor and began to scrub. She didn't know how long she had been scrubbing when a figure came into the room.
"I didn't think you could get any lower than you already are," remarked Draco Malfoy.
"Go away, you stupid worthless piece of –,"
"I would say that if I were you, mudblood, after all I am the heir to this property.
"And an ugly one at it, Malfoy."
"It's Master Malfoy to you, mudblood."
Hermione snorted Master Malfoy. Who did he think he was, never in a million years would she do anything that he told her to do.
"Look mudblood you misses a pot.:
"Where?"
Hermione looked up from the floor and saw Malfoy pour a bucket full of grim onto the floor.
"Right here," Malfoy said with satisfaction and left the room.
Hermione was absolutely furious she wanted to strangle him, but that wouldn't impress her employer to well. Hermione sighed and walked over to the puddle of mud on the floor. By the looks of it, it would take her well into the night until she'd finish.
Why did he always have to so mean towards her. It's like if he didn't insult her he'd just wither and die. He was such a stupid git all the time. Always getting what he wants, always hurting people but never having to pay the price. How on earth was she going to survive her summer, he'd probably work her to death before the end of July.
She scrubbed well into the lateness at night. Her arms felt as if they were about to fall off and she still didn't have any dinner. But finally she finished scrubbing; somehow she found the stable and drifted of to sleep.
A/N I swear this is the most boring chapter I've ever written but it has its purposes. R&R!
"Miss, please get back into the coach," the ugly coachman said.
Hermione obediently climbed back into the coach. The bottom of her stomach felt like it ate something queasy for breakfast. Not a chance in the world that she could be at the ground of Malfoy's home, it just can't be happening.
: Miss, we're here, just go in the front door, Miss McKinley will be there waiting for you. You luggage will be taken care off.
Hermione entered the estate. The entrance was gorgeous; in front of her was a double spiral staircase. Apparently Miss McKinley was a beautiful young woman still in her 20's.
"So you're the new servant Eh?"
"Yes, m'am. My name is Hermione Granger."
"Well Granger, the rules in this manor are strict, one toe over the line, you're fired. Number one; do not speak unless spoken to. Number two, use the terms Lord, Lady or Master when addressing the Malfoy's. Number three; do not ever touch the Malfoys. And finally do not ever go onto the fourth floor.
"What's on the fourth floor?" Hermione interrupted Miss McKinley's flow of speech.
: None of your damn business!" Miss McKinley snapped back, "You will wake up at five every day. You will tend the fire in each room, including the bedrooms. Then you shall come into the servants' quarters to have your breakfast, where you will be given your tasks for the day. You will be paid 30 galleons weekly. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded, too scared to speak to her. "Sign this contract, you'll be bounded by the magic of it, until it's time for you to leave, it's a powerful bond, so don't sign unless you're sure."
Miss McKinley conjured up a parchment with a floating golden quill beside it. Hermione didn't know if she wanted to sign. What if it was the Malfoys she knew, how can she stand to serve them, but if she wanted to go back to Hogwarts she has to work, there was no choice for her but to sign. Hermione took up the quill and signed her name the parchment then disappeared in a trail of smoke.
"Come with me now, you're going to meet the masters, be polite, make you speech limited and REMEMBER THE RULES!"
Hermione follow Miss McKinley through a grand ball room, across an elegant dinning room and stopped in front a pair of red curtains. A bunch hushed voices were coming out of the room, they sounded to be arguing about something important. Miss McKinley ignored the voices and walked into the room, Hermione walked in after her. There were three people in the room; they were all gathered about the fire which lit up their most distinguishable feature, their pale blond hair. Hermione's stomach sand, it was the Malfoys she knew and she was their servant.
"Lord, Lady and Master Malfoy, this is the new servant," Miss McKinley said as she curtsied.
Hatred and disgust flowed into all their pale eyes and faces. Lord Malfoy looked absolutely furious, Lady Malfoy was more composed; Master (Draco) Malfoy looked like Christmas came early this year.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, IS THIS MUDBLOOK DOING IN MY MANOR?" Luscious Malfoy yell, as he became aware of Hermione.
"Why she's the new servant, sir, I didn't know she was a mudblood, I thought-,"
She never got to say what she thought, Lord Malfoy was absolutely beyond furious.
"No mudblood shall ever serve the Malfoys." Luscious said in a bare whisper.
"But sire, she's now bounded by the ancient magic of the contract, she can't leave." Lucious didn't like the sound of that. He would be disgracing the family name if he dared to break the seal of the magic. After brief minutes of thinking, Lord Malfoy finally spoke again, so quiet Hermione had to strain to hear him.
"She will work for us then, but she will be given half of the usual salary and she will be sleeping in the stable. Now get her working before I decide to kill, this mudblood."
Draco Malfoy sneered at Hermione and Hermione sneered right back at him. If he thought that she's going to be to be a goody little servant and wait on him, then he might as well eat dung.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, the sneer just makes your face uglier than it already is." Hermione said to Draco Malfoy.
Smack, a hand connected with her face. It was Miss McKinley apparently, Hermione just broke a rule. McKinley grabs her arm and pulled her out of the sitting room and dragged her into a huge room full of grim and dust.
"NEVER TALK LIKE THAT TO A MALFOY! NOW TAKE THIS BRUSH AND SCRUB THIS PLACE CLEAN, OR ELSE YOU WON'T HAVE DINNER. WHEN I COME BACK IT BETTER BE CLEAN."
McKinley then left. Hermione looked around at the walls and the floor then at the little tiny brush McKinley left behind. It would take her all night to clean this room, why did she have to smart mouth Malfoy. But when she remembered what she said, it was worth the scrubbing. Hermione got down on the floor and began to scrub. She didn't know how long she had been scrubbing when a figure came into the room.
"I didn't think you could get any lower than you already are," remarked Draco Malfoy.
"Go away, you stupid worthless piece of –,"
"I would say that if I were you, mudblood, after all I am the heir to this property.
"And an ugly one at it, Malfoy."
"It's Master Malfoy to you, mudblood."
Hermione snorted Master Malfoy. Who did he think he was, never in a million years would she do anything that he told her to do.
"Look mudblood you misses a pot.:
"Where?"
Hermione looked up from the floor and saw Malfoy pour a bucket full of grim onto the floor.
"Right here," Malfoy said with satisfaction and left the room.
Hermione was absolutely furious she wanted to strangle him, but that wouldn't impress her employer to well. Hermione sighed and walked over to the puddle of mud on the floor. By the looks of it, it would take her well into the night until she'd finish.
Why did he always have to so mean towards her. It's like if he didn't insult her he'd just wither and die. He was such a stupid git all the time. Always getting what he wants, always hurting people but never having to pay the price. How on earth was she going to survive her summer, he'd probably work her to death before the end of July.
She scrubbed well into the lateness at night. Her arms felt as if they were about to fall off and she still didn't have any dinner. But finally she finished scrubbing; somehow she found the stable and drifted of to sleep.
A/N I swear this is the most boring chapter I've ever written but it has its purposes. R&R!