The Complete Story of my Totally Screwed Up Life
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Liz: In response to your fears that I had writer's block, well, yes, I had a small amount of that, but I was also very short on time. I've had to write a story for school recently, and because it has a specific deadline, it's been top priority in my writings. I'm still trying to find time to work on my fics, and I hope you liked the 9th chapter of SoaW, as well as this one. After my schoolwork story is completed and turned it, I'll alter it and try to post it on Can't make any promises, but I'll try. I think you'd like it. Read and review as always! Don't forget what you told me, you better come see me when you're
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Recap:
"She started with the left one, because it seemed like a good one to start with. Inside, was an enormous room with a huge bed right in the middle of it. The neat thing about the bed, though, was that it was sunken into the floor. The main color theme going through the room was, not black and white as she had expected, but black, red, and silver. The wall directly above her bed was red with a giant black and silver dragon, watching over the bed. An oriental theme seemed to be running throughout. On one wall was an ornate black walnut desk, with delicate paper lanterns on the wall above it. The opposite wall had an intricate living bamboo fountain, with candles and water running over polished stones. All in all it was fascinating. She looked around and couldn't help but feel something was missing, though. There were two doors leading off of this room, so once more she decided to go with the left door. Inside was a large walk-through closet, leading to her bathroom. She was a little confused, though. There were no other doors leading out of the bathroom, yet she could have sworn that the bathroom connected directly to the main hallway. She wondered what could be on the other side of that other door…"
A/N: okay, I had six people review and only one of them guess where the other door led. And Liz, you guessed… incorrectly. Sorry. This chapter is dedicated to you anyway, because you were the only person who guessed at all.
To everyone else who read and reviewed, this only proves that people these days just don't read the end notes. You should. Let this be a lesson.
Chapter 5
She walked through the door and into the most beautiful library she had ever seen. It was wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor bookcases. The only places that there weren't bookshelves were the two doors. The one she had come through, and another.
'How many different rooms am I going to go through?' she walked through the door and found herself back in the main hallway. 'Good. I can't get too lost here. My rooms are organized into a big circle. Every path leads back to here.'
She backtracked to her bathroom and went to take a nice bath. She estimated that if she took a nice soak, about a half-hour, she would still have about twenty minutes to get dressed and ready.
When Draco knocked at her door, she was ready and waiting, wearing a nice set of midnight blue robes. Her hair was done back in a French Twist, and her makeup highlighted her features without being over-extravagant and looking trashy.
Draco was slightly taken aback, to say the least. The he recovered and composed himself. In an effort to make conversation and break the awkward silence, Hermione made a joke about her rooms.
"The rooms are beautiful. I really like the Tudor style."
Draco gave her a weird look. "Your room was painted with an oriental theme."
"I know that. Tudor, as in two-door. Every room has two doors in it."
Draco gave her a weird look and then a smile spread across his face as word play hit him. The more he thought about it, the funnier it seemed and he couldn't help but laugh a little. "Yes, makes it harder to get lost. My rooms are done in the same pattern."
Hermione filed away this little bit of information to think about later, and followed him to the dining hall, still chuckling. Evidently he hadn't grown up with much humor in his life. She'd have to get that boy some Shakespeare.
She was starting to get used to the overall splendor of the house, and when she saw the comparatively small room set aside for the dining hall, she was remotely shocked. Granted she could have still fit her old bedroom, her parent's bedroom, and a bathroom in this room, but compared to what else she had seen, it was small.
Draco noticed her looking and whispered that this was their casual dining hall, for typical nights. They quickly took their seats opposite one another on the table, and servers rushed towards them with trays. Hermione was vaguely reminded of vultures and felt a surge of unexplainable fear. Then the servingmen had backed away and she felt fine again.
Only Draco had noticed her panic, and he filed it away to think about later. Mr. Malfoy started eating, and then the rest of them. Hermione kept looking up at Draco, watching how he ate, as to make sure she wasn't infringing upon any social regulations.
Mrs. Malfoy, however, was watching the pair and kept noticing that one would look up as the other would look down, as if they wanted to catch the other's eye, but was afraid to. She smiled to herself inwardly and thought about how she could set them up. Draco had flat out refused all the girls she had tried to pair him with before, maybe this girl would be able to win him over.
Lucius may be cold and forbidding always, but Narcissa vowed to herself to make it a point to make sure this girl felt welcome. Draco would do most of that, but Narcissa, who had always wanted a daughter for herself, wanted Hermione to feel a closer bond between them.
Being the only lonely female in a huge house sometimes got depressing. Narcissa would have fun dressing Hermione up and teaching her how to be a good wife and mother.
Hermione, in between frequent thoughts about her etiquette, was thinking about the library in her chambers and which books she'd have to talk to Draco about to make sure he had read them. Shakespeare definitely, as well as some Homer.
She was so wrapped up in the two different thought patterns, that she failed to notice that Draco kept looking at her as well. He was thinking about something much different than etiquette, though. He was thinking back on all of the times she had publicly humiliated him, had made fun of him, and had hurt him. And yet, none of that seemed to matter much anymore. Here she was, sitting across from him, at his dinner table, at his house.
She wasn't the Mudblood he had always thought she was, and he found himself oddly attracted to her. She was beautiful, and he found he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He started thinking about ways to get her alone, to win her heart, and he never noticed his mother looking at him.
Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, wasn't thinking about anyone at the dinner table. He was thinking about bunnies. Not the cute little rabbits, but the bunnies he had paid to come to his office. He was growing less and less fond of his wife, and thinking more and more of leaving her. She couldn't give him anymore children, not that he wanted anymore snot-nosed brats he'd have to beat into submission.
That lead him to start thinking back on all of the beatings he had given Draco, and he relished the feelings of power it had given him. After all, he had only beaten him to assert his authority and gain the feelings of power from torturing inferior beings. That's partially why he enjoyed being a Death-Eater.
Thinking about that brought his thoughts around to the girl sitting at his table. He smiled inwardly. The Dark Lord would be most pleased. She was within his grasp, without memories, and in a position to be used as wished.
A/N: there. A little bit of foreshadowing. I think this is a good place to leave off. Have fun! And, REVIEW!
