I cautiously walked out of my room and made my way down the hall. So far I have not been shoved into my room. Was I really a guest? I wanted to do something to test his patience but it seemed thin. I thought he was actually going to rape me. I was so afraid. I mean yeah he's sultry and all but I don't like to be forced to do anything. Especially sex. And buying books. I hate buying a book only to find out I've already read it. Sometimes they'll change the cover and the summary to get you to buy the book again. Pisses me off. Is it weird that I don't mind being raped but heaven forbid I buy a book I've already read? Just me? Alright.

Now that the house elves were ALLOWED out of hiding, the entire house was spotless. I walked into the living room which was shining with sunshine now that Snape had someone, or something, open the shades and allow some sunlight to stream in here. Good thing too, this place was starting to remind me of a prison cell. Anyways, oh did I mention before that Snape lives on top of a hill? And that to get down onto the street you need to walk down this big path and go through a gate that's magically locked and that the only way in is if you know what you're looking for? No? I must have been too excited what with getting out for the first time in a month.

I was just walking around the house when I noticed a hallway I had never seen before. I slowly began to walk down it when the elf stopped me. I think it was Lola.

"Miss is not supposed to be here," Lola said desperately. I stopped. I wasn't going to fight her over going down the hall. I mean I would totally win. I glanced down again.

"Why what's over there?" I asked my curiosity already sky rocketing.

"Do you command me to tell you?" Lola asked slyly.

"No," I said slowly.

"Then Miss is to stay away," Lola snapped pushing me out of the hallway. For an elf she was really strong. I mean she was shoving me like I was a chair.

I sighed and walked around the house again. It is so boring in here.

"Can I go into the library?" I asked again trying to get the elf off of me.

"Miss is allowed in the library," Lola said letting go of my wrist. She began to pick up a tea cup.

"Thank you," I answered. Lola dropped the cups and turned to me.

"What did Miss just say?" she asked looking scandalized.

"Thank you?" I said frowning.

Lola looked like I had slapped her. She began to breath heavy and then started cleaning really fast apparently not wanting to be close to me too long. Like what am I going to do? Lunge at her? Never, my aim is so off. I have really bad hand-eye coordination.

I walked away from the scurrying elf and back into the hall. There was suddenly another hallway. Why had I never seen this house before? I mean all I really saw was my room and the kitchen. He never really gave me a chance to look around. The whole kidnapping me thing took a lot of his free time. I began to walk down the hall again when the elf was back in my way.

"Stop snooping!" Lola cried angrily. She pulled me by the arm into the library which looked tons bigger than it did last time I was in here.

"Wow," I breathed and took a book off the shelf. "The Chronicles of Narnia. I have not read this book since I was a kid. Why does he have it?" I turned back to where Lola was standing only to find her gone. Ok she is really freaking me out.

I sat in a big comfy arm chair and began to read. This was fun…

Twenty minutes the fun wore off. I don't know what the my problem is. Usually I start reading a book and I cant put it down until I finish it. I cant sit still here. I need-

I was just thinking I needed a drink when it appeared out of no where. Seriously, a glass appeared on the table next to me. Weird. What a cool house!

"I need a way out," I said slowly and clearly. I looked over at the table and saw a note. I grabbed it with excitement and felt disappointment seep into me. In Snape's handwriting it says, 'Nice Try,'.

Stupid house.

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True to his word Snape left me with his crazy elves while he went to the Malfoy manor. Sage was ok, Lola was a complete nut job. She was like Winky and Sage was like Dobby.

Lola slammed plates down in front of me and wouldn't look me in the eye. Was this all because I said thank you? Honestly someone said manners were important. You are NOT supposed to have slaves.

After dinner I was walking around again when Lola showed up.

"Miss is supposed to take her bath now," Lola said looking angry because I was already near that hallway. I looked over at her and smiled.

"Alright should I use the bathroom upstairs?" I asked beginning to walk up the creaky stairs.

"No! Miss is to use her own personal bath off of her room," Lola snapped. I turned to her.

"I don't have a personal bath," I answered dumbly. Lola however held me firmly by the wrist and brought me into my room which had CHANGED since this morning.

Seriously it wasn't yellow anymore. It was white, with a white carpet and white sheets. There was a big bay window, and doors that led out onto a terrace. I gasped. Book shelves had been brought in and stacked with books. There arch way to Snape's room read, Miss Hermione Granger's Quarters.

The room was gorgeous! I turned to Lola and frowned.

"Why is the house changing?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"The house did not change Miss. It trust you now," Lola answered.

"The house trusts me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes," Lola answered angrily.

"So why does it trust me?" I asked bemused.

"Because Master must trust you more than he did before," Lola snapped. I turned to her.

"What the hell is your problem? I am trying to be nice to you," I said angrily.

"Don't," Lola snarled and left with a pop.

I gazed around the room. Sure enough there was my personal bath. I can not believe the house changes once it trusts you! That is such a Snape thing.

I ran my bath and felt myself begin to doze off into a slumber. I had to keep dunking my head under the water. Finally when I fell asleep for like twenty seconds I decided to get out before I fell asleep and drowned to death. That would suck, I could just read the headline. "GIRL CAPTURED BY Voldemort DROWNED TO DEATH-NOT DEATH EATERS FAULT!"

Haha. I giggled and got out of the bath and found crisp pjs waiting for me. I slipped them on with such happiness. I was not longer wearing my uniform to sleep!

Ah, so nice I feel sleep slowly coming on-

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Alright I was sleeping when there was a thunderous crash from behind my door. I freaked thinking it was like a Death Eater, so I didn't move. That was until I heard Snape began to yell.

"Sage bring me some scotch!" Snape bellowed clearly drunk. I heard giggles like a girl was with him. Well this was absolutely disgusting. I mean what the crap?

I cautiously walked into the dining room where Snape was sitting looking off into space. I realized it was him giggling not a lady friend. Lady friend? I sound like my grandmother…

"Snape?" I asked making sure I was far enough away in case he freaked out.

Snape turned to me and his eyes seemed unable to focus on me clearly. He blinked a couple of times before his head came crashing down on the table. I paused for a moment, I didn't know what to do. I really had never seen anyone drunk before. Well ok let me rephrase, I have never seen anyone pass out before. I mean I have been to a Weasley wedding. Those people drink like it's going out of style.

"Lola?" I said in somewhat of a strangled cry. She walked in and looked at Snape and rolled her eyes in a disgusted way. Then she spotted me and her anger seemed to deepen.

"Miss should get back to her room before Master wakes and finds she saw him. He ordered me to keep you in your room and that is what Lola shall do!" Lola cried and pushed me back into the room. I sighed and lay back in bed. Minutes later there was a crash and two sets of soothing voices.

"Alright Master, some rest will do you good," Sage said in a thick, honey voice. Even I felt slightly sleepier. Snape however just grunted in frustration and crashed into something else. He swore really loudly and then seemed to fall into bed.

When he said he snored I thought he was kidding. This is ridiculous. I'm not sure you can even call them snores so much as vacuum cleaners! That sound is unbearable. I've already put cotton in my ear. That didn't work in the least bit. I am seriously going to have to smother him or something. Every now and then he'll stop and I'll relax, but he'll start again only this time they're louder. He is so doing this on purpose. I am going to tell him that if he insists on being drunk than he is going to have to go and sleep elsewhere. I don't scream like a banshee in my sleep, do I? No. And why is that? Because I am polite and can tell when some people do not want to be woken at 4 in the morning! I am not going to be able to go to sleep at all. I mean unless he sucks his pillow into his mouth. Which I wouldn't doubt the intensity of air he must be sucking in, should be able to get a pillow air borne and then into his mouth. I mean I wouldn't know. I DON'T SNORE LIKE FREIGHT TRAIN!

I began to get annoyed so I went into the kitchen at six and made myself some coffee. Whatever.

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