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Author's Note: Here's a nice long one for you guys. I dedicate this to Draco Malfoy. YUMMY! (lol) Please R&R!
Chapter Three-Manor Caves
When something bad happens, you're saying "Oh shit!" When something bad happens after bad things happen, you're saying "Oh shit! Why me?" When you just find out that you've been kidnapped, it's a very different thing entirely.
"Malfoy! What's going! Tell the truth. Be straightforward! Is this another trap of Voldemort's to get Harry to come and rescue me? Are you going to kill me?" I rambled. That was completely permissible, as I had just been kidnapped.
Malfoy just laughed. He laughed! "What's so funny about my questions?" I asked angrily. He just continued laughing.
"Oh that's funny! You thought that I was a Death-Eater! Wow! That's rich! You just get thicker and thicker by the minute, Granger."
"Wait a second? If you're not a Death-Eater, then what were you talking about in the library? You're lying to me and I know it! What about all of that spying talk? If aren't a death-eater then what are you? Who were you talking to? And don't lie this time."
"Granger, Granger, Granger. I wasn't lying. And you aren't ready to hear the truth yet. You can't know who that was or what it was about…yet."
"What do you mean by 'yet'? When will you tell me? Why will you tell me? When will I be ready? How will I be ready? What I here for if it's not to be a trap for Harry? What do you want with me?"
"Were you even listening to what I said before? Do you think for even a second that I would just let you go and tell the world what you just heard? And the other reason will apply, well, later. I don't want anything with you."
"Why am I not ready yet?"
"Ready for what?"
"You know bloody well what I mean, Malfoy! Why am I not ready to know yet?"
"Do you really want to know everything?"
"Yes!"
"Well that sucks for you, doesn't it? Because under no circumstance will I tell you now. For one thing, you won't believe me. For another thing, you will laugh at me, because you won't believe me. For another thing, I can't go baring my secrets out to someone I barely know and barely like, no offence Granger. In time, you will know. We do have a glorious few months together."
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. If you won't tell me anything about what you were talking about in the library, will you at least tell me exactly where I am?"
"Only a small part. If I tell you the whole thing, it will definitely make it easier for you to figure it out, Granger."
"Oh, and here's another thing. Why are you being so bloody nice to me, by your standards? Is it something that kidnappers usually do, because you see, I'm not too used to getting kidnapped and being taken to someplace somewhere."
"One question at a time. Firstly, would you rather that I was an arse to you? And besides, the person in charge wouldn't like it."
"I knew it! You're taking orders from somebody!"
"No shit, Granger. And for the other question, there are these secret caves from hundreds of years ago that were forgotten in Malfoy Manor. I came across them in my childhood, and it was my little secret. I slowly and secretly made these caves into rooms and furnished them. No-one knows that they exist except for me and-someone else."
"The person giving the orders?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. How do you get food here, out of curiousity?"
"A small but adequate kitchen. I also have a house-elf that only takes orders from me, so that my father doesn't find out about this place. If he does, I would be in a lot of trouble, in so many different ways."
"A house-elf?" said Hermione angrily.
"Shut it, Granger. I don't want to get lectured on your nonsense now. If you need anything, just call for Bitsy. I will be in the other room. Dinner will be in the kitchen. Bitsy will show you the way."
"How will I get my clothes?"
"That's a good question. We'll figure it out at dinner. Until then, Granger. Until then."
Meanwhile at Hogwarts…
"Have you see Hermione?" asked Harry. "She wasn't in Transfig! I wonder what happened to her."
"Malfoy wasn't there either. And when she left the Great Hall to get to the library, he left too. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Well I don't know what you're thinking, but I think that we really need to go to Dumbledore. This could be something big."
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" Professor Dumbledore! There's something terribly wrong. Hermione hasn't been in her last class, and that isn't like her at all. We have also noticed that Malfoy wasn't there either. I think that something isn't right." Said Harry, running into Dumbledore's office.
"Don't worry about Hermione. I know where she is. She's perfectly safe, and will come back when the time is right."
"But Professor!" exclaimed Ron.
"I think that you should be on the way to your next class. Your teacher won't be happy that you're late to class, especially if it's already happened once today," said Dumbledore, giving them a wink.
The two boys walked out of the Headmaster's office, still wanting to know where their best friend was. For Ron she was a little something more. He was in love with her.
BACK TO MALFOY MANOR CAVE THINGIES……….
"Bitsy, this chicken is amazing," said Hermione with a smile, complementing the house-elf.
"Thank-you miss," said the servant quietly, lowering her head.
Draco was giving Hermione a strange look. It was somewhere between trying to figure out what she was about and thinking about why she was so nice to creatures that were so obviously lower than him and her.
"To answer your question, Draco, they are people too," she said, answering his question without him answering.
"How did you-"
"I had a feeling that you would ask that. Plus the look on your face really gave it away," interrupted Hermione.
Draco rolled his eyes at her. Dumbledore may have made him be nice to her, but that's till didn't change the fact that he thought that Hermione was really full of shit. She didn't notice that:
a) they seemed to like being servants.
b) they were slave-creatures.
c) she sounded like an idiot.
Her house-elf talk annoyed everyone, in every house. Her friends didn't even put up with it! He knew this, because he knew everything. He's Draco Malfoy! He could be a fly on a wall if he wanted to be. (A.N. No, not a real fly. He is not an animanigus!)
"Now about my clothes…"
"Any ideas on how to get them from Hogwarts to here?" asked Draco. This niceness stuff was killing him.
"Ummm, how about letting me leave here and go back!"
"Nice try, but no.
Any other ideas?"
"No. None come to mind. I'm
completely blank."
"Got that. I can get Bitsy in there, but your roommates can't be in there. During classes then. Which trunk is yours?"
"The one with Hermione on it," replied Hermione with a "duh" look on her face and tone of voice.
"Bitsy! Go to Hogwarts. You have to be in Hermione's dormitory. Get her trunk. t says Hermione on it. Bring it back here. Make sure no one sees you."
"Yes sir!" squeaked Bitsy, disappearing in a flash.
"And now we'll wait."
A.N.- That was good! Or not? Whatever you want. PLEASE REVIEW! If anything is confusing, just tell me and I'll explain it. Or fix it. Like I said before, whatever you want.