A/N: Before everyone attacks me for not updating I'd just like everyone to know, that I've been in zombie mode for the past three weeks. I've had band practice almost every day of every week, and I spent the Monday that I didn't have practice or a football game catching up on all my homework. I really didn't mean to abandon you but I've been running off of almost no sleep and if my grades got any worse (yes I know its still the beginning of the year) I'd be put on IB probation! SO! Sorry to be such a drag, here we go!

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The young woman that was standing next to her said "Come, I'll show you your room" She said it in a motherly fashion that Hermione used to use with Jenny. How Hermione loathed this.

Hermione nodded, following her through the dark hallway where the commander had just been. She faintly smelled his scent in the air.

Chapter 2: A noose of disgust

Hermione soon learned that routine was a think she would have to get used to. Most of her life had been routine and after graduation she turned that completely around. And now she was forced to go back to that wickedly slow paced, unexciting lifestyle.

Every morning she woke promptly at 8 am with breakfast. Every morning she had two eggs, a piece of toast and a bowl of berried. Every morning the green-eyed maid named Mary brought this in on a tray along with orange juice. How Hermione despised orange juice. After Mary took the tray from the room, Hermione got dressed, pulling on the garb of all the "handmaids". It was a standard red robe kind of dress. It was loose and shapeless. Hermione also was forced to wear the white wings that covered the view of her face.

How Hermione hated this with an extreme passion.

After getting dressed Hermione took a small basked and went into the kitchen. She got a picture list of things that were needed from the market for the maids and the cooks of the house. The lists were always in pictures, along with the tokens to pay, because women were no longer allowed to read or to have books.

Hermione would then leave the mansion. She'd turn around and gaze upon it everyday for a moment before continuing on her way. This place had an eerie familiarity to it and she didn't know what it was. She would walk to the corner where she would meet another handmaid whose name was "Ofhenry". She belonged to Henry. Who the hell Henry was, Hermione knew not. Hermione had yet to learn this girls' real name. The two women would walk together, keeping their heads bowed and whispering softly. Hermione had learned this trick very quickly. They spoke so softly that no one could hear them, and kept their heads bowed in a fashion that would look as though they knew they were lower then society.

After walking through the market with Ofhenry and getting all the things on the list, Hermione put the parcels in her basket and they continued on from the market taking a long way to get back to the mansion. They had a lovely walk in solitude.

When Hermione got to the mansion she would get her lunch, and by the time she got home it was nearly 3 in the afternoon. She would then take an hour to eat her lunch, and another hour of resting time, where she would sit in her room.

Hermione desperately loathed this. She needed something to do to. She wanted to read or write or do something other then sit there and look stupid.

Hermione followed this with bathing. This was by far the worst part of the entire day. Hermione hated not having her own privacy. She would bathe with the scentless soap, which wasn't the most tragic thing in the world, she would never however, get shampoo, and every so often Mary would bring her a razor and allow her to shave her legs under her supervision.

Why? Hermione had questioned. Mary explained by saying that the handmaids often attempted to kill themselves and the world needed their ovaries so that could happen no longer.

After bathing Hermione had an hour of prayer and this was one of the only times during the day that she saw the commander and his wife. The commander read from the bible but Hermione usually didn't pay much attention. She felt like she was in Sunday school or some warped version of it anyway. After this hour Hermione was sent to her room. Hermione would have dinner brought to her by Mary and she would leisurely eat, taking her slow time.

After her final meal of the day Hermione would then return to the sitting room where she had a sitting hour with the commanders' wife. She would knit but Hermione was allowed to do nothing. She often sat at the window seat and looked out, bored out of her mind.

And finally Hermione's day ended as she was sent off to her room to go to bed. Most nights Mary would bring her a cup of tea and she'd sit at her own window seat late into the night. She thought about Harry. She wondered whether or not Jenny liked her new home and sometimes she'd cry, but she'd always try not to.

She tried so hard.

But sometimes trying isn't good enough.

A/N: Um...yes...so I suppose the chapters are in fact quite short right now, for the moment they will be. When the plot starts developing the chapters get longer. It just happens like that. Hope you enjoyed! runs off to band practice and to do homework