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Chapter 2: From Rags to Riches
As if he could sense when Hermione was at her weakest, Lucius Malfoy came strutting into the room.
'Great' Hermione thought 'I wonder what he could possibly want now..'
"Your presence is required at once in the main hall, Mudblood." Turning around, he swept from the room as quickly as he came. Mudblood, it turns out, became Hermione's identity the moment she set foot in Malfoy Manor.
The last thing she needed was to anger him. There was really no reason for him to keep her there, and so she followed, quickly. If he saw fit, he could kill her as soon as keep her.
"Mudblood, you are to clean this hallway from top to bottom. As you know, you have no wand. I hope you are as practiced in muggle mannerisms as your...parents."
She set to work at once. When Lucius started to insult her heritage, there was no stopping him until he wanted to stop. And when she egged him on, he didn't want to stop. He quickly got bored sitting there and seemingly talking to himself. Soon, he left. Once left alone, Hermione relaxed a little bit. Soon, however, a whole different shadow loomed over her.
"Good evening." said a should-be charming voice. Hermione looked up and saw silver eyes, nearly colorless hair, and a lean physique. Draco Malfoy.
She chose not to respond.
"Now, now, Mudblood, that attitude will get you nowhere. I much preferred when you took the bait. But, then again, that was before Potty died. And then Weasel. And Weaslette. My, you don't seem to have much left at all, do you? But, you must be quite aware of this."
'Just ignore the stupid prick' Hermione thought, 'Eventually he'll have to go suck up more to Daddy Dearest, the stupid son of a...'
"Language, Granger. You don't seem to realize that I'm quite a good Leglimens."
'Shit.'
"You know, Granger, with that fiesty attitude, you could get yourself killed."
Trying her best to ignore him, she kept scrubbing the beautiful walls.
"It does no good to ignore me. I know you want to talk to me. What girl at Hogwarts didn't? I was the sex god there, after all. But, then again, with a body like yours, you could've been the sex goddess." Malfoy persisted. 'I won't stop until I get a verbal answer' He thought. "Those rags don't do you much justice, do they?"
With a simple flick of his wand, Hermione was wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was a red empire waist with a gold train. It had golden beads right under the bust. The irony of the fact that it was it was in Gryffindor colors was not lost on her.
With another flick of Malfoy's wand, her hair was fixed as well. Once brushed out, her thick brown hair was done up in half a bun with loose curls. Two tendrils fell in her face.
"I don't think I can quite clean this hallway dressed in this." Hermione finally spoke.
"Then it's probably a good thing for you that I have a wand, isn't it?" With yet another flick of his wand, the hall was immaculate.
"I still don't understand.."Hermione protested.
"Are you such the little bookworm that you need to understand everything? Now come with me."
Malfoy grabbed her hand. With one last fleeting look around the hall, Hermione went along with it. After a few fast turns, she found herself in a ballroom filled with Death Eaters. Lucius and Naricssa Malfoy waltzed in the center, right in front of a figure on a thrown. It was a thrown of Black gold, with opals embedded.
It seemed Lord Voldemort was having a party.