A/N: Okay, this chapter is where things start to happen! Sorry about the length, its kinda short, I didn't have a lot of time. Anyway, enjoy, and review, I get inspired by reviews and that's how you get the chaps, thank you!

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Chapter 8: Tea

Hermione looked down at her frilled apron and black tights and grimaced. The required uniform didn't leave much to the imagination. Hitching up her skirt under the despised apron and steadying her tray Hermione slowly made her way up the Grand Staircase.

Malfoy had shown no mercy to her. Work. Day and night, without breaks, Hermione boiled in hatred and waited. At some points she vowed she would be the one to kill him, slowly, painfully; arsenic was not the way to go.

Heading down a long hall, Hermione stopped at two large double doors. Opening them and striding in, she spotted Malfoy sitting on a Loveseat next to a blonde girl who was giggling. An idea struck Hermione as she walked in with the tea tray.

"Malfoy." She said coldly. Draco looked up and smirked.

"Granger. Come." He indicated for her to stand in front of him. She reluctantly obliged, one hand on her hip, the other occupied with a tea tray. "Did you forget something?" Hermione smiled, dropping down into a curtsey, in the process tipping the tea tray into his lap, spilling the contents all over him and the ditsy blonde.

Rage filled every inch of Draco's face. Hermione gasped, stifling a giggle. "Oh dear! Silly me, do you need help, Master?" Hermione couldn't contain herself, grinning ear to ear she curtseyed again and backed out of the room.

Closing the doors behind her, Hermione burst out into peels of laughter. Skipping down the hall and hurrying down the stairs, she closed the door to the Servants Corridors behind her. Leaning against them she smiled happily. It was moments like these in Malfoy manor that kept her alive.

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Draco excused his guest later that evening, still boiling in anger. How dare she. Granger was working for him, how dare she embarrass him in front of a guest and spill boiling tea on them both? She was going to pay in every aspect.

Stomping down the corridor and down a staircase, he pushed open the door to the servant's corridors, slamming it behind him.

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Hermione looked up from her book at the sound of a door slamming. Glancing around dimly lit room she saw nothing. Going back to her book about Jane and her lover she sighed. At Malfoy manor she had many more freedoms and comforts but realistically, she'd rather be back in prison with Ron and Fred.

Hermione was jerked out of her thoughts by a hand pushing her off her cot. She grunted and sat up, glaring up at the form of one Draco Malfoy; and he was lived. His normally pale cheeks were blotted with red; and his silvery eyes seemed to glow with furry.

If there was one thing Hermione had learned at Malfoy Manor in the past week; was how to hide her emotions. This however was easier said than done at the moment. She maintained her glare, though she had a distinct feeling that her eyes betrayed the fear beginning to well inside her.

"What do you want, Malfoy." She filled her voice with as much venom as possible. Hermione was surprised to find she saw no smirk. His face remained stony, and this more than anything, frightened Hermione.

"Did you honestly think," he began, Hermione got the impression he was trying to control himself. "That you would get away with that little stunt you pulled today?" hatred filled his eyes, along with an emotion Hermione could not place.

She decided to play dumb. "I'm sure I don't know what your talking about."

He approached until he was nose to nose with her. Much to close for comfort, but Hermione's feet wouldn't budge. "Granger, I know your not that stupid." He moved forward. "You are going to pay, physically," he pinched her arm, hard. "Emotionally," he caressed her breasts, "And, mentally." He brought her head gently to his own and crushed her lips. She pushed away, gasping.

"No." How dare he come here, her own quarters, and do this to her . . . she was distracted by his hands on her waist. Pushing her back onto the bed.

"No?" he asked, smirking. "No what?" it was when he straddled her when Hermione began to worry.

"Get off of me Malfoy." She said, her voice was shaky. She began thrashing. He pinched her cheek, and with a final smirk, was gone.

Hermione lay there, gasping. What was happening?

Damn Tea.

A/N: Really sorry about the length, erm . . . So, what do you think? I'm really nervous about this chapter, so please review (good or bad) and tell me what you think please! Anyway, I love all my reviewers! I love all of you!