Disclaimer: I do not and never will own the characters and ideas in the Harry Potter series. I do, however, own this story. I own the plot of this story and the events that go through it. Many thanks to J.K Rowling for publishing her wonderful books and I look forward to purchasing the sixth book soon.
Chapter Two: Weirdness
Suddenly, her door was burst open as Lucius walked in. He moved toward the closet and didn't seem to notice her until he got there. "What are you doing here?" He demanded, narrowing his eyes at her. "Mal—Draco said that this was my room now." She replied in a squeaky voice. "DRACO!" Lucius bellowed, fire raging in her eyes. In moments, his son appeared. As usual, his face was blank. "You do know what this room is for, don't you?" The full-grown man stared down at his son. His voice was quiet and dangerous. "Yes Father." Draco returned the stare fearlessly. "This is a GUEST bedroom, Draco! This girl!" Lucius pointed a finger at Hermione. "She is a servant!" He then stomped up to her. "You, girl, are to call my son Master and only Master at ALL TIMES. Do you understand?" He whispered the last few words.
Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with fear. He grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hallway. Draco stood at the doorway and watched, remaining expressionless. He didn't make a movement to stop his father. Lucius dragged her down the hall and to a plain door. Opening it, he tossed Hermione like a rag doll and slammed the door shut. Hermione grunted as she hit the cold, stone floor. She rubbed her side and slowly stood. Looking around, she was saddened by the much less elegant room before her. The green paint on the walls were starting to peel and a cot lay on the side for her to sleep on. A small, dirty sink stood in the corner near the door. She stared at her new room now, as if not believing that this was happening.
With a loud sigh.. One of depression, Hermione sat slowly on the hard cot and tried hard not to cry. She had to escape soon. She knew that if she stayed any longer, her dignity would disappear. All of a sudden, the door opened and Draco walked in. He stood with his back to the door and stared angrily at her. "Hey, I was just trying to make a good impression so you'd do stuff for me later on but nooo! YOU COULDN'T JUST HIDE SOMEWHERE WHEN LUCIUS CAME?" He acted as if it was her fault. She stood up heatedly and slapped him across the face. "You're the one that put me there in the first stupid place!" If it was possible, steam would be streaming out of both their ears. "Why you little—" He took out his wand and smirked. "You know… I could give you the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. Crucio!" Suddenly, Hermione felt herself twist and turn as she screamed. It felt as if someone was shooting at her and daggers were piercing through her skin.
When he had lowered his wand, she was lying on the floor and those few seconds in pain felt like eternity. She felt that she had died and gone to heaven when the pain had disappeared. Draco leaned down, their faces almost touching. He had a smirk on his face as he stared into her fearful eyes. "Get up." His order was barely a whisper. "Why should I do what you say, Malfoy?" She bravely answered him, careful not to cringe at the thought of the spell being cast on her again.
"You are to call me Master at all times." He drawled while twirling his wand in his fingers. "I will call you nothing but Malfoy!" Hermione glared at him and sat up, turning her back on him. She felt him grab her arm and twist her around. "Listen, Granger. You'd better call me Master. Or would you like a nice whipping instead?" She looked questioningly at him. "Oh, I definitely meant that remark I made in the main room. And looks like you'll get it soon enough." He pulled her up and hauled her out the halls, down one of the two stairs, and into a black door. When they entered, Hermione expected the worst, but it was empty. "Wha—" Draco clapped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up. You are not to speak unless I say so." She protested at this, "You're such an arrogant jerk!" She screamed at him and felt something hit her legs. It was hard and made a bruise on her leg. Looking back at him, she saw that he was now holding a whip.
The smirk on his face… She now noticed something that she never had before. He was really quite handsome with his hair covering his eyes a bit. Thinking this random thought, she wasn't aware that she had spoken out loud. "Handsome." She breathed as she watched him. He happened to catch this word and was surprised at her comment. His smirk returned and he snickered quietly. "You really think so, Granger?"
"What?" Hermione was snapped out of her trance and stared at him blankly for a second. "Oh!" She blushed and shook her head. "Of course not, Malfoy! I was talking about…" She couldn't finish her sentence. Instead, she rubbed her bruise and shot him a death glare. Draco laughed and cracked the whip in the air. "Now. Let's find some chores for you to do… Of course we've got stupid little elves for that, but hey, since you love them so much, why not join them?" He grinned and tucked the whip back on his belt. "Shall we?" He opened the door and motioned for her to exit.
With a roll of her eyes, she walked outside. Right when her foot stepped onto the marble, he snatched her wrist and pulled her across the room to another door. She trembled slightly, afraid of what might be in store for her. But when he opened the door, she let out a sigh of relief. It was only a small hall. He pulled her down to the end, which was not far considering the fact that the hall was only about two or three yards long. On each side was a door, which reminded Hermione of the hall that let to Draco's room. Only a big difference. These were bathrooms. On the doors were elegant words that said 'Ladies' on the left, and 'Gentlemen' on the right. Hermione snorted. As if Malfoy was a gentleman.
Draco forced her inside the right one and she gasped as he did. "Why should I come in here?" She wailed. "Because," He answered calmly, "You have to clean this place up." He was right about the place needing to be cleaned. The walls and floors were brown and black. She made a face of disgust. "If you Malfoys are so clean, then why is this bathroom so dirty?" She raised a brow. "Oh." He laughed loudly, making her feel uncomfortable. "We don't use these bathrooms. It's just for you to clean. And by the way, you have to clean this all before evening or I'll have to deal with you." With a final, heartless snicker, he closed the door behind her and locked it, leaving her alone in an unsanitary place.
She groaned as she stared at the place and looked out a tiny window in a high corner of the bathroom. It looked like late afternoon and if she didn't hurry, she would never finish. Another whipping, possibly more painful and violent, wasn't what she was in the mood for. She looked around for something to clean up with and sure enough, there was a bucket of clean water and a mop inside of it as well as a sponge and towel lying near it.
"Better get started." Taking the mop, she started scrubbing the floors. There was little effect and she sighed deeply, wishing she could go back in time and stay there. Nonetheless, she continuously tried to make the floors clean and her fingers grew numb and cramped after a while of this. At least the floors were starting to look shinier. She looked out the window. The sky was getting more colorful. She hurriedly made the floor spotless and took the sponge to work on the walls. The walls weren't as dirty and the dirt was easier to get off. She was soon able to finished all the walls and made a face when she realized that she had to make the toilets and those things guys use to pee, shiny. She took a look at them and was surprised when she saw that those were actually quite nicely kept. With a smug smile, she noticed that it was getting dark, and put down the cleaning tools. She waited for Malfoy to come and let her out. While she waited, she looked about at her handiwork and grinned. She couldn't help but be pleased at how nicely the bathroom turned out to look after she had worked out all the dirt stains and who knows what else.
As if he knew that she was done, the door flew open and she happily opened her mouth to boast of her accomplishment while she turned. Her voice got caught when she saw that it was not Draco at all, nor even anyone she knew. At least that was what she thought. A person wearing a hooded cloak much like the ones dementors wore took her by the arm and almost ripped her arm out of its socket as he dragged her out and back into the main room. She screamed as loud as she could for him (or her) to let go. Draco appeared at the top of one of the staircases and stood gaping for a moment before dashing down the stairs, taking out his wand.
Too late. The person shot a spell at Draco and he lost consciousness. Hermione let out a cry and tried her best to resist. He was too strong. She yelled as loudly as she could, but it was as if the whole manor was ignoring her. Draco had been the only one that had made an attempt to help her, but that wasn't enough. Suddenly, the front door opened and her captor looked that way. With the help of the distraction, she fled to the stairs and started running up, almost tripping over the blonde man. She frantically jumped over him and scrambled upward. After a few steps, she ran back and with all her strength, half-carried and half-dragged him with her. The next thing she knew, her body started to vibrate and she was frozen. Then, everything went black.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter but it's only the second chapter and I'm running out of ideas. Anyway, please review and if you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to suggest it. Thank you!