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Thanks, and here's chapter 2.

yea, er...i got rather a lot of comments about my currency stuff, and all I gotta say to that is that I'm terribly sorry, and I might change a lil on the dollars to pounds, but problem is, I don't have any knowledge of currency whatsoever, and I don't love my fanfics enough to look it up. And I did get a comment about how it would be hard for Hermione's parents to lose their job, and if there is a national economical breakdown, the state will provide them with stuff. Well, to the person who wrote that, I'm really sorry about that too, and I didn't know about that at all. Obviously, the only countries I've been in is the U.S and Korea, and I wouldn't know about that. So I beg all of you, PLEASE IGNORE MY MISTAKES WITH CURRENCY AND FACTUAL INCORRECTNESS, AND ENJOY THE STORY ITSELF.

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With a bit of a small, sad smirk, he explained to her by saying, "Let's go in, my maid."

Draco watched, with a slight frown, Hermione's puzzled eyes turn into 360 degree circles. "What did you just call me Malfoy?" She would have been fine with other 'M' words, like 'Mione, muggleborn, or mudblood', but, had he just called her a maid?

Hermione's head became heavy with thoughts. 'How did I become a maid? This is absurd. It can't be. Maybe it's a new word for mudblood. No, why is he frowning then, he would be sneering.' Suddenly, she felt dizzy. Everything became blurry, and before she fell into darkness, she saw Draco running up to her. She fell.

"No!!!" Draco saw her puzzled countenance, then her swaying body. He ran up to her and caught her before she reached the cold, concrete ground of Draco's driveway.

"Granger? Granger? Granger! Wake up! Can't you hear me? Granger! Argh, HERMIONE!" He said her name for the first time. "Hermione. Hermione. Hermione." He repeated. Not only to try to wake her up, but to just feel her name in his mouth. He was lost a moment with saying her name. Then, he woke up as well. "Screw that."

He picked her up and carried her inside the manor. She was as light as a feather, and he had no problem carrying her up the stairs to her small bedroom. It was the smallest room in the house, being almost half the size as Draco's room. He laid her down on the red and gray sheets on her fluffy, almost feather bed. He took off her close-to-falling-apart shoes, and put it on a wooden shelf across the bed. He looked back at Hermione's delicate face. She was pale, and was so deep in her total blackout. As much as he liked watching her sleep peacefully, he knew that she would awake to have her questions answered with a nightmare.

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"Draco!! Are you back yet? Do you have Hermione?" Narcissa's high voice rung throughout the whole place.

"Yes mother, she just passed out when I told her that she was to be my maid."

"Oh, Draco. Remember our deal though? If you do not treat her like you would treat your friends, she won't be your maid any longer? You remember right? The poor girl's got enough to deal with now, and to be your maid makes it ten times worse."

"Well, thanks mother for your faith in me." Draco mumbled.

"It's alright, dear. Any time. Oh, dear, I need to see her." She climbed the spiral staircase to Hermione's new room.

"Hermione dear, wake up. Hermione? Hermione-" Narcissa shook her shoulders gently.

"Mother, she's resting. Let her cool for a while before telling her." Draco said in an urgent whisper.

"No, sweetie, I have to be leaving in just 30 minutes. You know, my plane to France? Then, I won't be able to tell her for more than a week. I have got to wake her up. Hermione! Please, just wake up for 30 minutes!" She shook Hermione's shoulders more harshly.

Her chocolate eyes began to blink open.

"Wha-" She said, sitting up.

"Hello dear. I'm sorry to wake you up like this, but I have to tell you about your parents."

"Mrs. Malfoy? Golly, could you tell me why I'm here? As Draco's-"

"Maid. I know. See, when the Dark Lord came to power, Dumbledore had a conference for parents about it. You know, keeping your house safe and etc. That's where I met your parents, dear."

"My parents? You knew them?"

"Yes. We became quite good friends. And I took pity on you for being a muggle, but such a brilliant and bright witch. I knew that my Draco would tease you very much, but seeing how smart you and your parents were, I realized that blood makes no difference. I mean, to tell you the truth, I had also been forced to believe that muggle born withes and wizards were horrible, but I saw that we were all the same."

"Oh. Well, that is a very great discovery, Mrs. Malfoy, yes, and true, many wizards and witches are still racist to this day."

"Exactly, and so I told your parents that I thought it was a horrible thing, and that they could trust me. And indeed, they did. When they wrote their will, they left me to take care of you."

"Wait-their, their will? No, they can't be."

"Wait darling. Just, let me finish." Narcissa continued.

"The taxes rose, oh, so much. Even though your parents had been dentists for a while, their costumers began to, well, rebel, and soon, your parents lost their jobs. But of course, the state provided them with food and provisions to survive. However, their old friends, Nick and Sarah, was it? They were in need of money, and stole almost all of your parent's bank account. When the found out about this, they came to me, quite betrayed, I tell you, and asked for a few thousand pounds. That's what I did, because, well, they were my first, and most trusting friends. They never break a promise."

"Oh my gosh, Nick and Sarah? They were like my parent's best friends! Oh, I feel so bad for them. So my parents became almost bankrupt, so they had to ask for money? Is that why they couldn't afford to get me clothes and bags for Christmas and break?"

"Probably. They had to use the money sparingly. They ate 2 meals a day, and moved to a small one room apartment. They eventually ended up using my money, but then, something horrible happened."

"Oh no." Hermione eyes began to water. Draco couldn't look at her. This was just too sad. He looked out the window.

"The dark lord was impatient. He was thirsty to kill, but Harry just too hard to kill. He wanted to kill something right then. So one night, he went into a muggle village and killed every single muggle family, from old grandparents who couldn't walk to newborn babies, still feeding on their mother's milk. However, your parents decided that they just had to see you before they died. They pleaded with the dark lord and said that you were a witch at Hogwarts. Still, you know that the dark lord takes no pity. But your determined parents, gosh, they were so brave." a waterfall of tears began to stream down her face. "They not only cared about your health, but about their promise to pay me back. While your father tried to fight the lord with his hands, your mother quickly wrote their last letter to you, and she sent it to me. Here."

Narcissa handed her a piece of paper, a bit damaged, but writing clearly visible.

To our daughter Hermione.

Hermione, it must be so hard for you to understand, but we are doing this for you. The past six years, we have been proud of you beyond imaginable. First, you get into Hogwarts, then, you rise to be a star, getting to be a prefect, and do so well in school. However, you know how we are so against borrowing money from others, right? Well, when the taxes rose, and we were having a bit of a difficult time, but we managed everything out. However, our costumers demanded that our prices were too high, but we couldn't lower it. So, they told our managers and such, and after a long battle, one of the costumers rose and began speaking in this great, persuading voice, and persuaded the judge that our clinic should close down. It was horrible, and so unexpected. I know it's unreasonable for our clinic to close down because we refused to lower the prices, but that was what happened. We were surviving with the State's help, but the state couldn't help us when we were bankrupt by our best friends. You remember Nick and Sarah right? It turns out that they stole most of our money and ran away. We went to Narcissa for help and she was kind enough to spare us a few thousand pounds. We have been so thankful to Narcissa, and without her, we would not be here to write this letter, even though it is a bit difficult to write this. Without her help, we would not even been able to keep in touch with you, even though it wasn't that much. We know that you may not be in the same condition as you were, but the best we can give you is love. Narcissa will take care of you, but please, make sure you pay her back. We owe her for letting us be as close to you as possible. We love you so much, Hermione. We love you more than anything in the world, and to write this letter to you is the hardest thing we have done, for it would be hard to say goodbye, yet, we must.

We will see you in the skies, and you will always have our blessing. We are not completely gone, sweetie. We are in your heart, brain, and body. We will always be watching you and making sure that your life is full of good promises and happiness. Please do this for us, Hermione. It's our last favor. Live a wonderful life Hermione, That's all we ask of you.

We love you everlastingly, you know that. -Love Mom and Dad.

Hermione's pale face was covered with tears. She would never see her parents anymore. She was too young, no, her parents were too young. She reread the letter. Yes, she will be happy. For her parents. And she will pay Narcissa back for helping her parents. But-

"M-Mrs. Mal-Malfoy? I-I was won-wondering wh-why D-Draco ca-called me a-a m-m-maid." She stuttered between her sobs and hiccups.

"Oh, sweetie, see, once they wrote this letter to you, they wrote a note to me, telling me to let you pay me back. I would have refused, but there was one problem."

"Wha-what was th-that?"

"They said that letting you pay me off will be the only way that they will be able to feel like they are near you. They said that it would make them feel much better. They insisted that you will be honored to work for me. So, I have decided to ask you. Hermione, darling, do you want to work for us?"

She looked up into Narcissa's teary red eyes. Her eyes were kind, and full of trust. She looked at Draco. He didn't dare even look at her.

'Well, I will be given food to eat, and a place to sleep. I can't do that anywhere else, can I?'

"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy. Please let me pay you off for what my par-parents couldn't."

"Oh!" She embraced Hermione into a caring, motherly hug. "You are truly an angel that they described. Still, I can't bear to have you work for me, so I let you work for Draco. He would be a little easier to take care of, seeing that he's a bit of a neat freak already, and that I he better treat you like his older sister." She said, smiling weakly. Hermione grinned sadly too. 'Well, this surely is a caring place to stay. I hope that I won't regret this. No, take that back. I KNOW I won't regret this.'

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"Well, kids, I have to take my plane, and Hermione, take it easy. You can start whenever you feel that you can. Here's my phone number incase Draco's being too obnoxious."

Hermione chuckled. "Well, I'm sure this will come into a lot of use. Thank you."

Narcissa smiled at this angelic girl. "No, thank you. Now, Draco, you better treat her well. While I'm gone, you do the dishes, and make the food, understand?"

Draco had a 'not-fair' look on his face. He mumbled in response.

"Well, I better be rushing now, goodbye, take care!" And she hurried off, waving at the two teenagers waving back. 'Yes, this was a terrific arrangement. Hermione's such a dear." Narcissa thought as she looked back at the two teenagers talking, as they entered the house.

"So, M-" Draco started.

"DON'T call me that. you can call me muggle, or mudblood, or anything, but please, I'm not ready to be called maid. Hell, I haven't even started." Hermione stopped him.

"Oh, but who said I was going to say 'MAID?' What's with calling you Mione? Potter and Weasley do. Mione Maid. Oh, not bad."

"Oh, stop being such a-a-a slug! You disgust me."

"Oh?" He opened the door. "Oh, well, after you, my maid."

Hermione's face flushed with anger. "I told you not to call me that!"

He had a sarcastic 'sorry' face. "Oops, my bad." And he received a look from Draco.

"Well, my lovely Mione, let's take a tour of the place, shall we?"

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"-And this is your room. You already know that, aren't I correct?"

Hermione nodded.

"And, I know, you aren't starting, but incase you do, let me show you your uniform." He opened her wooden closet and took out an outfit.

"My uniform? I have a uniform?" she asked, regretting a bit that she chose to work for this git.

"Yes. Did you expect to work for me in draggy clothes such as those?" he said, pointing at her gray, black, and worn out clothes.

"Well, we did just go on a shopping spree. And, oh, my god," she gasped as Draco held up a hanger.

"There is no way in HELL I am EVER going to wear that."

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Alright, so I made a totally different reason why Hermione's parents became bankrupt. I hope that's okay.

By the way, I wanted to say this earlier, but I'm getting on my plane back home, from Korea, and I won't be updating today, for sure, and not for a long time because my annoying cousin will be tagging along. I might make a new chapter while she's there, but mostly when she leaves, because I basically have a whole week after. I'm really sorry about that too, especially to Emma Laralien, but you have my word that I'll try my best to write a third chapter. Right now, all I want to say is:

I LOVE ALL OF MY REVIEWERS SO MUCH, AND I'LL NEVER FORGET HOW LOVING AND CARING MY REVIEWERS WERE FOR ME.