Ay! here's the second un-betaed chapter, which NOW are betaed because my beta's back and everything is back on track - everything's fine. So may I sugest that you all just scramble of and read this chapter?

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Disclaimer: And this lovely lyric belongs to Edguy and is called "Painting on the wall"

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A virgin's suit

Strong on your feet, you were blinded
Building up a tower on shaking ground
Once in a world full of colours
Back to see just ruins there to be found

'Ouch'

Her head hurt, she turned around and stared at the wall for a moment or two. This wall was familiar to her, red as a rose and decorated with golden spots and ribbons. What a lovely wall, really, until now she hadn't paid it much attention… but really, it was beautiful, comforting and… and very Gryffindor!

'There'll be no more red walls in your future,' she thought and suffocated her threatening tears.

'No, no more red walls, he'll probably place you in a dark dungeon,' she grimly answered herself.

'This happens a lot, doesn't it? I mean, ever since this started you've been debating with yourself… kind of funny, I mean, who, besides you, knows how you're feeling?' Her mind stated, Hermione sighed irritated and glared at one large spot on the wall.

"Just shut up, I don't have the energy to talk with you today," she answered the cynical voice in her head.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Mione; I didn't know you were in a mood," Ginny's voice answered.

Hermione blinked and turned around to face her friend. Ginny stood in the doorframe watching her uncomfortably. Hermione sighed and answered in an irritated voice:

"Don't be silly, I was just talking to myself. Sit down by all means!" she answered and patted a spot beside herself in the large, king-size bed with red silk sheets and pillows.

"Umm… right," Ginny answered and slumped down on Hermione's bed, nervously watching her hands.

"What's up, Ginny, you look a bit… tense?" Hermione offered and watched the redhead who apparently didn't want to meet her gaze.

"Luciuswantsyoutobuyaweddingdress," Ginny answered in a hasty slur.

"Excuse me?"

"Lucius wants you to buy a wedding dress," Ginny squeaked.

"EXCUSE ME!" Hermione shrieked and rose from her comfortable half-lying position.

"L-U-C-I-U-S W-A"

"I heard you! But why? And how do you know?" Hermione answered and gritted her teeth.

"I overheard him talking to Draco downstairs and… hey! HERMIONE, where are you going?"

Hermione had (in the moment when Ginny mentioned Lucius name) crawled of her bed, sprinted towards her wardrobe and unearthed a pair of black gym shoes and then (whilst still trying to tie her shoes) half walk, half run, towards a painting portraying a wizard with a high, purple and pointy hat.

"I'm going to collect myself a wedding dress! Wanna come?" Hermione answered over her shoulder, then facing the portrait and said in a hasty voice, "The password is: Friends."

"Have a pleasant day, miss," the old wizard in the strange hat answered and the portrait swung open.

"But, Mione, I've got classes and…"

"You are excused, as Head Girl I command you to accompany me to Hogsmeade!" Hermione shrieked and then turned to the old wizard who hung upside-down, "If anyone questions you about me I'll be in the library – studying, got it?"

"Absolutely, miss," the old wizard answered.

Soon the sound of two voices cut through the air, Hermione knew them, Lucius and Draco Malfoy. How they always seemed to infiltrate her chambers was a mystery to her, but she supposed that it had something to do with her brainless little fairy-girl sentry.

"Hermione, I…" Ginny whispered.

"NOW, GINNY!" Hermione hissed.

The redhead nodded and sprinted toward Hermione, the portrait slammed shut and Hermione cursed the loud sound. They found themselves in complete darkness but Hermione was far to busy to notice that. She fumbled inside her Hogwarts uniform pockets and she found her wand and whispered:

"Lumos."

"Ouch!" Ginny whined.

"Hush!" Hermione commanded, "What's with you?"

"My hair is pinned in this door-painting-whatever it is," Ginny hissed and then whined in pain as she tore her red hair lose from the painting-frames death grip.

"There, there…" Hermione muttered and began walking.

"What is this place?" Ginny muttered under her breath.

"It's a secret passage to the dungeons; through here you can take another secret passage towards Hogsmeade," Hermione informed her.

"How did you find it?"

"Dumbledore told me about it, I suppose he wanted me to have an emergency exit."

"Wonderful," Ginny muttered, "Did you bring any money?"

"No I didn't, but I suppose that the little bank-office could arrange that… I think I have enough money in my vault," Hermione answered.

"I'm sure that you could show your head girl bandage and take some money from Hogwarts' vault… or…"

"Or what?" Hermione questioned.

"Hermione, you aren't carrying that minister-letter about that god damned law, are you?" Ginny asked in an excited voice.

"Of course I am! I always carry it with me, somehow hoping that I will find a loophole… so what?"

"Hermione, don't you see? That letter emphasize that you'll marry Lucius! Show that to the banker and you'll be guarantied to empty Lucius' vault!"

"Are you crazy? He would kill me!" Hermione protested.

"It's not like he'll notice… that's if he is as rich as Draco always tells us." Hermione could almost hear Ginny smirking.

"You are a pearl, Ginny," Hermione laughed.

"And if the banker refuses you always could ask the shop to send Lucius the bill…"

"Oh the look on his face when those bills arrive would be priceless!" Hermione squeaked, "Too bad that I can't do it… he would strangle me with his bare hands."

"Come on, Hermione! It couldn't be that bad, could it?"

'You have no idea,' Hermione thought and shivered.

'But what the heck, you would be in trouble any way. Why can't you just try to put up against him? Remember? You promised yourself that you wouldn't break that easy! Allow yourself to have a bit of fun in this otherwise depressive fate!' Another voice in her head argued.

'But…'

'No buts! Just do it!'

"Alright!" Hermione said and laughed, "I'll do it!"

"So you will send Lucius the bill?" Ginny asked as they reached the end of the tunnel.

"Hell yes," Hermione answered and smirked, that smirk would have made Lucius proud.

And now you're falling, crawling
digging in the broken remains
of what had to be taken for strong
slowly it's been fading away

"She isn't in here, father," Draco informed Lucius.

"I can see that!" Lucius spat and let his gaze wander around Hermione's bedchamber.

"Well, I suppose that she's in the library then," Draco offered and turned around to exit Hermione's private chambers.

"Stop," Lucius sneered, "Have patience my son, she just left this room… and she didn't pass us."

"What are you trying to say?"

Lucius wrinkled his forehead whilst studying Hermione's bed; he walked forward and touched her red sheets with a wary hand, smoothed the wrinkles and patted a specific spot. Then he smirked and turned around to face a curious looking son.

"She was alarmed by someone, Miss Weasley think. They sat here and… Hermione got upset and sprinted towards this wardrobe." Lucius pointed towards Hermione's wardrobe.

"How did you know? And why Weaselette?" Draco wondered in amazement.

"I can see Hermione's body print on her sheets, I can see another body print here…" Lucius said and pointed at a specific spot on Hermione's bed, "And… the print is light, not likely left by a boy or young man. That makes me guess that it was another female in her bed… and Hermione's best friend is young Miss Weasley, am I right?"

"Yes, the two of them are best friends from what I've been told," Draco confirmed.

"Good," Lucius murmured and walked towards Hermione's wardrobe and opened the door slightly.

Inside there was a mess; jumpers and trousers were mixed in a huge colourful mess, something Lucius found very disturbing, a neat girl like Hermione wouldn't have such a chaos in her nearness. He picked up a pair of jeans and studied them for a while, then let them drop on the floor, which was also decorated with socks and other articles of clothing.

"She was looking for something…" He murmured and touched a pair of her black knickers in an almost sick fashion, "But what…?"

He dug deeper in the mess of scattered clothes at the wardrobe's bottom, as if he was searching for something special, but he didn't find it. That made him smirk even wider then before, he almost laughed when he turned to Draco.

"She has left the castle."

"What makes you think that?" His son questioned while raising an elegant blond eyebrow.

"I can't find any shoes in there," Lucius answered and studied her room once again, "A proper wardrobe should at least contain one pair of outdoors shoes, don't you think?"

"Well…"

"And look here…" Lucius triumphed as he picked up a pair of indoors shoes, the same as Draco's but a smaller size of course.

"So she has left the castle, but through where?" Draco wondered.

"Through there," Lucius answered and pointed towards a painting portraying an old wizard with a white beard and a funny looking purple hat.

"How do you kn-"

"Know that?" Lucius finished for his son, really, was the boy so thick headed? "Just take a look at that frame; do you see anything out of the ordinary?"

"No?" Draco answered quickly without even paying the frame much attention.

Lucius sighed irritably and Draco seemed to realise that he'd just given his father the wrong answer, he took a closer look and then his eyes widened in amazement. Lucius smirked; the boy was quick witted after all, something he as a father appreciated.

"There's some hair there… red hair!"

"Thank Merlin," Lucius muttered; it wouldn't do if his son was stupid.

"So… what do we do now?" Draco wondered and took one or two steps closer to the painting, "We've found the secret passage but what's next?"

"We'll just have to ask the nice man in the picture, Draco," Lucius drawled and stepped in front of the old wizard, "How do I pass through you, my old friend?"

"You'll have to speak the right password, sir," the old man answered.

"The right password?" Draco repeated, "But that could be anything!"

"Yes, whatever Hermione has chosen to be her password," Lucius confirmed calmly.

"Argh!" Draco groaned, "Listen up, old fool! Open up and let us pass!"

"Take it easy, boy," Lucius sneered and turned to the old wizard again, "You'll have to excuse my son, he's a bit impatient…how many attempts do we have?"

"I can guarantee you three, sir."

"Splendid," Lucius answered and gazed around the room again, hoping to find a clue to what the password might be.

His eyes tracked every little detail in her room, from the huge amount of books to the numerous photographs in their frames that were positioned in her room. His eyes found a cat-basket which probably belonged to her orange and ugly cat.

"What's the name of her cat?" He asked his son.

"Crocksank or Crockwank, I think," Draco answered and sighed, "No wait… I think it was Crookshanks… yes, Crookshanks, that's the name of her fucking beast."

"Crookshanks," Lucius spoke to the painting. The old wizard shook his head slowly and Lucius cursed under his breath.

'Not the name of her cat then… what about something that contains her books?'

"Hogwarts: a History," He tried and the old wizard shook his head again.

'Damn!'

Lucius stared at the painting, trying to read something in the old wizard's face, something that could hand him a clue about what the password could be – anything – an emotion, a reaction, something hidden inside those acrylic, blue eyes.

"What about, 'I'm a stuck up know-it-all that always runs away and hide behind my friends when there's trouble around the corner'?"

Lucius was about to silence Draco when he caught a glimpse of insecurity in the painting's eyes, an emotion that told Lucius that something that Draco said where at least linked to the password. Lucius turned to his son again, excitement playing on his face.

"What did you just say, Draco?"

"I said…What about: I'm a stuck up know-it-al that always runs away and hide behind my friends when there's trouble-"

"Stop!" Lucius ordered, he saw it again, that little glimpse of familiarity.

'What in that sentence made the old fool react?' Lucius questioned himself again whilst searching for something in her room again, trailing his eyes over her photos, containing her family and her friends.

'Friends…' He thought, 'Friends…'

"Friends," he spoke and was about to laugh when the portrait swung open before them and revealed a dark tunnel.

"What's this? Why does she have a secret tunnel when I don't?" Draco complained, "She's Head Girl and has got a secret tunnel! But I'm HEAD BOY and haven't!"

"Stop that infernal whining, Draco. It's not suitable for a boy at your age!" Lucius growled and entered the tunnel.

They walked through the darkness, guided only by the tiny light that their wands gave them. They were silent, listening to each other's breaths and the clicking sound that travelled to their ears when their boots came in contact with the floor.

"Look, a door!" Draco suddenly spoke and pointed with his wand at an old decayed door with iron mountings.

Lucius nodded and then tried the doorknob, the door slowly glided open with a loud whine. They found themselves in a cold, damp and dark dungeon. Lucius eyes searched through the dungeon hoping to find something interesting that could tell him about where Hermione and Ginny had gone to. But he found nothing, except a little pile of rotten straws and an old rusty iron bucket.

"Hey! Look, the old stone dragon!" Draco spoke in amazement; the young boy had opened the old and rotten door that led the way out to a deserted corridor.

"What about it?" Lucius sneered.

"I can imagine that you weren't into rule breaking when you were at school father," Draco said and smirked.

"No, as a matter of fact, I weren't. I made others break the rules for me, a Malfoy never does the dirty work by himself," Lucius sneered and threw his son an icy stare; the young man lowered his gaze and nodded, "Well, what's with that old dragon statue?"

"It's the guarder to a secret tunnel that leads the way to Hogsmeade…" Draco whispered, "The password is: abscondo."

"Good boy," Lucius drawled and pushed the old door wide open, thus revealing a corridor, slightly lit up by two old torches.

In a niche, by the tuff surroundings and damp milieu, he found a roughly treated stone dragon. The dragon held a cross upside-down in a large paw, it sat on a crystal ball and its large eyes seemed to stare out at everything in its nearness.

"Abscondo," Draco spoke and the dragon's mouth fell open in an almost amusing gesture.

"Now what?" Lucius questioned.

"Wait a moment…" Draco said, "There!"

Some bricks in the wall started to shift and shake, the whole wall seemed to vibrate and suddenly a tunnel was exposed. Inside some torches threw a dim light and the sound of sparkling fire echoed in the darkness, Lucius nodded and then entered the tunnel with Draco in tow.

"This tunnel will take us to Hogsmeade," Draco informed and Lucius reminded himself to give Draco something nice.

Come into the painting on the wall
so the joker smiles
come into the painting on the wall
no more crying
illusions let you in from the rain
follow Mr. Hopkins, get insane

Hermione entered the store anxiously; she bit her bottom lip whilst studying all those lovely dresses and other expensive clothes in the store. Ginny at her right almost jumped up and down on the spot while studying every little dress, pearl and gem in the shop, clearly she was enjoying herself.

"Umm…Gin, are you sure we ought to buy the dress here? I mean, it's very expensive, and surely even a man like Lucius would notice if three hundred galleons went missing?"

"Oh shut it, Mione! You are going to marry him, I'm sure he'd like you to look beautiful at your wedding, otherwise people would think of him as poor," Ginny told her friend in a definite tone.

"Hope you are right," Hermione whispered while stroking a white dress with ocean blue pearls.

"OH! Look at this!" Ginny squeaked and tore a midnight blue dress loose from its hanger, "You'll look adorable in this one!"

"Oh no," Hermione said and backed away with her arms crossed over her chest, "I'll look like an old hag or something."

"But, Mione," Ginny complained, "What will you wear? That one?"

The redhead pointed at a flat white dress without embroideries, pearls or gems. It looked a little like one of those Lucia-gowns that the girls wore in the muggle-world whilst celebrating saint Lucia. Hermione's eyes lit up, it was perfect! So simple….simple!

'Yes simple, that's it! I won't dress up for him; I'll keep it simple to show him how much I despise him and the whole lot!'

"Oh no, I was just kidding," Ginny said as she recognized Hermione's expression.

"Oh yes! It's perfect!"

"You can't be serious! You'll look like a witch on her way to the stake! Or like a virgin on her way to a virgin-sacrifice," Ginny complained.

"I am both of them," Hermione informed her darkly as she thought about the fact that her virginity would be sacrificed to the devil himself.

"You are impossible," Ginny hissed, "You'll of course enter the ceremony barefoot with a garland of flowers in your hair?"

"What a great idea, Gin!"

"I didn't mean it!" Ginny snarled whilst raising her voice one octave or two.

"What's going on here?" A voice called and from behind the shop's desk a chubby man emerged.

"Oh sorry" Hermione said whilst handling the dress, "How much would you take for this one?"

"Oh that?" The shops owner asked in an amazed voice, "The virgin's suit?"

"The virgin's what?" Hermione questioned, "Oh never mind, how much is it?"

"Four hundred galleons. A rare dress I must say, very rare…" The chubby man informed her.

"Four hundred?" Ginny squeaked, "For that old piece of junk?"

"I'll take it!" Hermione said in a definite voice.

"You'll pay in cash or would you rather have us send you a payment check?" The owner asked while walking behind his desk.

"Send my husband a payment check, I've got no cash at the moment," Hermione said while offering the owner the ministry letter that told everyone that she was engaged to Lucius Malfoy.

"You are engaged to Lucius Malfoy?" the owner asked in amazement.

"Yes," Hermione confirmed, "It's all written in that letter."

"It could be a counterfeit letter."

"You know very well that no-one is able to counterfeit a ministry seal," Hermione said in a stern voice, "Would you like me to inform my husband that you refused me a dress?"

"O-o-of course not, Mrs. Malfoy," The poor owner stuttered and paled remarkably, clearly the Malfoy name still spread terror whilst mentioned in the right consistency.

"Good, you can send the check to our home, Malfoy manor."

"Right away, Mrs Malfoy, right away… just sign here please," The owner pushed a payment check and a pencil towards Hermione whom signed it with her usual, neat handwriting.

"Thank you," Hermione spoke in a crisp voice and stuck her nose in the air in a very Malfoyish fashion.

"Good day to you," Ginny added and grabbed the bag which contained Hermione's dress.

"Have a nice day, ladies," the owner spoke weakly.

When the doorbell rang and the door closed behind them both Hermione and Ginny started laughing, Ginny almost cried and Hermione had to bend over from laughing.

"That was hilarious," Ginny informed while gasping for air.

"Yes," Hermione answered and wiped her eyes, "Let's celebrate at the Three Broomsticks."

"Yeah," Ginny agreed, "I think I've got enough small change to afford that for both of us"

"Good, I don't think Lucius would like to pay my butterbeer."

The two girls strode off to the bar; totally missing two pair of silver-grey eyes that tracked them down, Hermione took hold of Ginny's arm and they continued to laugh at their victory over the shop owner, over Lucius Malfoy and over the whole damn day.

Stories are told, wanna hear him?
Talking from the picture to your head
Follow the call of a puppet
Led into a black room painted red

Lucius watched his future bride as she, still laughing, took hold of the infernal little redheaded Weasley girl. He wondered why they were laughing, why they carried a bag from the dress-shop 'Cornwall's Wizard's Clothing' and why they had decided to go shopping in the middle of a school day.

"Draco, follow them, I'll have a little chat with Cornwall…" Lucius ordered, "Follow them discreetly and don't let them know you are trailing them… I'll catch up with you."

"Yes, father," Draco answered and strode off.

Lucius walked towards Cornwall's little shop. He briefly knew the owner, his dead wife Narcissa had been a very good costumer in that shop for over twenty years but he himself had only entered the shop one or two times during that twenty year cycle. The doorbell rang as he entered the shop, he found Mr. Cornwall behind his desk, nervously watching his hands.

"Ahhh, Mr. Cornwall… just the man I was looking for…" Lucius spoke with his velvet voice.

"Mister Malfoy," the chubby man with the name Cornwall gasped in shock. He paled remarkably as he backed away.

Lucius' elegant eyebrow rose on his forehead, Cornwall's reaction and facial expression alone told him that he was scared… but why? Lucius knew that his name was feared, but not this way because he hadn't spoken a threat yet… if not…

"Aren't you pleased to see me, Cornwall?"

"O-o-of course, Mr. Malfoy… I-I-I'm thrilled, b-b-but sir, your wife… the young woman?"

"My wife?" Lucius eyes widened as he realised about whom Cornwall was talking.

"Yes, the young woman… she bought a dress, s-s-sending you the payment check… s-s-sir," Cornwall stuttered and handed Lucius the little piece of paper with a shaking hand.

'Hermione…' Lucius thought as he read her signature, 'Hermione MALFOY?'

'Wait a minute? Four hundred galleons? That little shit! She's shopping in my name armed with that ministry letter! Oh that clever little bitch, I'll get her for this!'

"What did she buy?" He asked calmly and faced the terrified shop owner.

"A dress, sir… a very rare dress, made for virgins, sir, virgins before their wedding night indeed…" Cornwall licked his dry lips, "There are very few of them left, they were all made for an old wizard ceremony… making the virgins more… more desirable at the wedding night…"

"A virgin's suit," Lucius smirked as he thought about the irony.

'My dear little Hermione, you have no idea about what you've gotten yourself into…'

"Thank you, Mr. Cornwall. I'll pay for the dress now… in cash."

Lucius handed a very confused Mr. Cornwall the huge amount of money that the dress cost and then left the shop. The doorbell rang behind him as he closed the door, a very pleased smile graced his lips, and this was indeed something rare…

'A virgin's suit.'

Where life is painless, brainless
you don't think of broken remains
of what had to be taken for strong
slowly it's been fading away

Angels-Giggles:
I'm very pleased that you like my fic :)

GEmory:
You have no idea ;) Oh… what if Draco touched Hermione… moahahaha wait and see… wait and see…

Dark Secret1:
You didn't notice? Wow… that's… great :) I'm so pleased hope this chapter where just as good then! Yeah, in real trouble she is… maybe she don't know how much yet. -laughs- I liked Molly too.

Sexy-jess:
Thanks for reviewing!

Milady Midnight:
Hmm… the lyrics, yes maybe I don't need them, but they kind of… getting me in the right mood to write, I hope you don't get to annoyed with them… Other ways, thanks for your lovely review, I'm so glad you didn't find that un-beataed chapter annoying.

Morrigane:
-laughs- yes Lucius, I'm waiting too -drools-

Anonymous:
Yeah – I'm a cruel person.

Storygirl2009:
I so love your reviews, they always inspire me to write more – thank you!

Dracodolenz:
THANKS:)

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Thanks for another lovely review!

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Coming up:
We'll face an anyoing Ginny, and a dress whos only wish is to harm non virgins -gasps- and Harry is a stallion in bed! -gasps- and what will Hermione find in the libary? -coughs-