Hermione stood in the middle of the room looking around. It certainly was extravagant. Walking towards a king sized bed, she ran her fingers down a fine fabric that flowed from the top of the bed post, all the way down to the floor. Taking another look around it was clear this room was made for a women. The colors resembled that of a light toffee cream, white, and gold. Everything in the room was in it's right place. Smiling to herself, Hermione took a seat on the edge of the bed. Satin, the top blanket was made of a stuffed satin, she thought. Pulling the blanket back neatly she felt the sheets, they weren't satin but still a very soft material. She started to lean back as a loud knocking came from outside the large room doors.
Hermione seated herself up quickly. "Um..Come in!" She yelled, she watched as a dark blonde haired-girl came rushing in. "Hello Miss Granger, Master Malfoy has informed me you'd need some night clothes." She said almost in a question.
"Oh, yes. Thank you." Hermione said looking at the clothes the maid had set down. "Wow, those are beautiful!" She yelled unable to control her amazement. "Quiet, Mr. Malfoy just had David buy them for you. We guessed on the size, but if it's too big I'll be more then happy to send him back out"
"Oh no, they seem like they will be a perfect fit. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble."
"Madam, you are no trouble to us" Piped in a loud, but sweet voice. Looking to the door Hermione noticed another person had walked in. This time a man with black hair, brown eyes, and seemed to be wearing clothes two sizes to big. "I'm Jerffey, Madam. I was called to start your bath."
This made Hermione giggle. "That's not nessecrey, I feel dreadful for placing you through such chores. No, I can start my own bath, thank you" Hermione said in her bossy but sweet voice.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am but I have strict orders to take care of you." Jerffey responded.
"I see, well I am a guest here and I don't intend on sending you through all this trouble. Please tell Mr. Malfoy I requested for you not to fuss over me. Trust me, he'll believe you"
"Very well ma-am. Come along Sylvia" Jerffey said as he walked out of the room, the maid quickly behind him. Hermione looked at the ceiling as they shut the door.
How could she possibly be enjoying this? Her fiance was dead! They'd never be married, they'd never have a life together. How could she face Harry or Ginny or any of the Weasley family since she ran out on the service early? How could her life ever have happiness in it again?
