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Draco sat at the over sized dining table, his mother, Narcissa, sat on the other side. There was little talk, a uncomfortable focus on the food, it was as if breathing was loud enough. The scraping of metal against porcelain and the dull thud of goblets was the only noises, that was untill the doors were open, with such force that it cause both mother and son to jump. Lucius' eyes were ablaze as they come to rest on his blonde haired son, who gulped loudly and seemed to try and sink into the chair, knowing he had done something to anger his father. As Draco watched his father stride angrily towards him he contemplated running, perhaps to the farthest part of the mansion to hide, but his pride held him in place, he would not flee like some pathetic muggle. The lean teen was pulled to his feet by his fathers hand, Lucius' face set in a look of raw anger, with his free hand Lucius thrust a small piece of parchment into his sons stomach.

"Care to explain this?" He hissed, pushing with his hand, throwing Draco away from him. Draco stumbled to gain his balance, wide eyes looking at the writing on the page. It was Hermione's acceptance letter, Draco had completely forgotten to mention it to his father. No wonder he was angry.

"I offered Granger a position as maid."

"And why?" Lucius voice was quiet, straining to withhold the anger. Draco had to think quick.

"I..Her family is going through money problems, she was looking for a job. I thought perhaps we may be able to keep her around, perhaps extract some information about Potter." Draco was unsure if he had talk his way out of the anger, he kept his eyes lowered and was not able to see the slow smirk sliding across his fathers face.

"Thinking like a true Malfoy! Oh the Dark Lord will be pleased." Lucius still hated the fact that a filthy Mudblood would be contaminating his household, but if they were able to get some valuable information from the girl then it would be worth while. With a sweep of his black cloak he turned, striding across the room with a new demeanour, flicking his hand to close the doors behind him. Draco sat down on the chair heavily, running a shaking hand over his hair. His eyes flicked over to his mother, whom still sat in her seat, head high and unmoving. One elegant eyebrow was raised at her son, silently questioning him.

"Oh shut up mother" Draco muttered at her, standing up with a deep breath and walking out of the dining room. Narcissa shook her head slightly, long hands moving down to take a hold of the polished silver eating utensils and resumed eating her supper. Another typical meal at the Malfoy Manner.

Draco made his way up to his room, taking the long way to avoid bumping into his father. He entered his room with a sigh, smoky eyes travelling around, giving it a once over as if mentally checking the order of it. His room was so unlike others of his age, his walls held no band posters, no quidditch stars instead was the dark wood that was his walls. His room was immaculate, everything was in order and in place, it was as if the dust was to afraid to rest itself on its belongings. Dark green and black was the colour scheme of his room, Dark green sheets with black pillows, black seats and a green throw rug down in front of his large bed. It all screamed Slytherin.

Draco seated himself at his desk, reaching into one of the many draws to pull out parchment and a long feathered quill, he dipped the end into the black ink and proceeded to write a reply to Granger.

Granger

I expect you to be at the Malfoy Manner at 7 sharp each morning,

Tomorrow you will be given your uniform and it is expected of you to wear it no questions asked! You will be working for me and I will have the power to fire you should you become to outspoken, I will not have a maid backchat me in my own house. A house elf will await you, it will tell you your duties and the times they are to be done, again with no questions asked.

You will be able to Apparate to the front door, there are spells that do not allow apparation into the house.

Untill tomorrow

D. Malfoy

He left the parchment on the table to dry while he called for his mailing owl, it tapped lightly on the window, dark feathers ruffling to keep out the cold. The large owl flew to the desk once it was let in, waiting patiently for Draco to tie the letter to its leg, then, with a soft hoot, it took flight once more, flying out the large window which closed after it. Draco was left, alone, once again. His father was busy, sitting in his study, sipping at his Firewhisky mind set on things other then family. His mother, she would be on a walk through the gardens, finding peace amongst the flowers she so dearly loved, but would never touch. This left him to his own, allowing his mind to fill with the thoughts of setting Hermione to work. Thinking of such deeds she could do, make her do jobs which were below ever the house elves. Draco moved to lay atop his bed sheets, ankles crossed over one another, hands held behind his blonde head and a smile on his fine lips. The young Malfoy fell into a light sleep, a picture of Hermione polishing his boots while he sat reading, passed in his mind causing his lips to turn up more.

- Granger Household-

Hermione too sat at the small dinning table, her father was still to come home and her mother was still to exit her room. Hermione ate a poor meal, noodles cooked from the microwave and some bread on the side to dip in the broth, she had not the heart to cook a fine meal for herself. She grew tired of waiting for her mother to snap from her solitude and prepare them tea, taking it apon herself to cook something. She was bringing fork full of noodles up to her lips when she heard the sharp cry of her owl, something that borderline fear and pain, dropping her fork onto the table and rushed to the living room. Her owl was cornered, feathered ruffled to make it seem large but it was dwarfed by the darker owl whom held a few feathers in its beak. Hermione was about to scare the owl away before she noted the letter tied around its leg, no doubt it was from Malfoy. Even his bird was a bully! The dark owl turned when she drew closer, holding out its leg for her, nipping at the top of her hand as she untied the letter and then flew off. After making sure her owl was alright she sat down to read the message, dark eyebrows furrowing at how cocky he sounded and he only had written it!

A awful feeling settled itself in the pit of her stomach, reminding her that she was going against all of her judgments not only was she going into the house of her enemy but also into a Deatheater's home and a follower of the Dark lord. If she did not need the money so desperately she would have shoved the offer in Malfoy's smug face, at times she wished she would have sometimes money is not worth it. Hermione's father had not come back, he was staying at a friends house for a few days, giving himself a break from the troubles for a moment or two.

Sighing softly Hermione made her way up to her mothers room, deciding now would be the best time to tell her rather then try hiding it. Hermione rapped on the white wood door softly, waited a few moments then knocked again, louder this time. She could hear the bed groan as her mother shifted as she woke.

"Mother, it's me. I just come up to say that I got a job, I start tomorrow at 7."

"That's nice Hun." Her mother seemed a little out of it, still in the fog of sleep, not fully awake.

"Ok then…um I'm not sure when I'll be home tomorrow ok." She heard her mother murmur something but it was too soft to hear properly through the thick wood. Once again she made her way downstairs, washing up the various items she used to make her dinner, wiped them and put them away. She gave her owl its food and freshened up it's water, giving the house a once over to make sure everything was in order before making her way up to her room. It was only early but Hermione had the feeling that tomorrow was going to be a very eventful day, trusting Malfoy, so a good nights rest would help her through what ever the slimy prat had planned for her. Whatever he had planned for her could not be worse then what could happen if she did not bring home enough money to help out her family, scrubbing boots and polishing silver would be a small price to pay if her family got back together and were once again peaceful. Hermione clicked off the bedside table light, snuggling deeper into her comfortable bed, enjoying the last few moments of her own before she became a slave to Malfoy.

- Malfoy Manner. Next Day-

"Miss Granger?" The timid house elf asked, long, exaggerated fingers curling around the potato sack that was its clothing.

"Yes, I'm here to start work" Hermione said, walking through the large doors that were at the front of the Manner. She followed the house elf through the many doors until it lead her to a large room, long, dark leather couches were placed near a large fireplace. It seemed that everything in this house was larger then normal, like it was a must to have furniture and doors that would easily seat someone of Hagrids size. The house elf turned and clicked its fingers, a bundle of clothing appeared in its grayish hand and it then handed it too Hermione.

"Miss's clothes they are! In there you put them on" Hermione followed its finger and came to a small room, similar to a closet but it had nothing in it. Quickly she shed her own clothes and pulled on the ones assigned. There was a skirt, similar to her school skirt except it was black, a dark green polo shirt and a black vest. Hermione was actually surprised, she had expect the house elf to conjure up one of those skimpy maids outfits that you see in the movies, making her prance around just to humiliate her. The house elf took her clothes from her when she exited the room, telling Hermione that she would get them back at the end of the day. It then proceeded to tell Hermione of all the jobs she would have to do today, Hermione's head swam with the many commands. Dust this, wash that, weed this and polish that. Then with a pop it disappeared, leaving in its wake a bucket full of the equipment she would need for the day.

At first cleaning everything did not seem that big of a task, remove all the items from the surface, dust and polish surface, dust and clean all the items and then place them back on the surface but after cleaning the 100th table it was slowly dawning on her that she may be way over her head. Hermione had always considered herself to be of average fitness, it was down heartening that she would be out of breath from just bending and scrubbing. Mentally she cursed the Malfoy's for a family of three living in one house they sure had a lot of furniture, at least three quarters of which seemed to have been unused for some time. Her family was in a small house with old furniture, most of which passed down from her grandparents and here the Malfoy's were with their expensive dust collectors. It was Unfair!

"Having fun Granger?" a voice drawled from the other side of the leather couch she was wiping, Hermione did not have to look up to know it was Draco that stood there.

"Perhaps you should try it and find out?" Hermione shot back, rubbing the polish onto the cracking leather with more vigor then needed. Draco noted the increase of energy used, bending down to take a hold of her arm, stopping her mid rub.

"Your not going to find flesh if you rub hard enough Granger." He released her arm, dropping his hand to his side and rubbing it on his black pants, as if it were stained. Hermione shook her head, quickly finishing the couch then stood up, thinking it might be best to go outside and work on the garden for some time. Draco, having nothing better to do, followed her outside, much to Hermione's displeasure. The fresh air was a welcoming thing from the musty smell of the Manner, it cleared the dust from her nose and seemed to perk up her energy. Draco took to standing behind her as she knelt down, bare knees digging into the cool dirt, watching her as she picked out the weeds and such with her bare hands. Hermione kept her displeasure silent, it was unnerving to have him standing beside her, watching her do her jobs as if he were rating her.

"You missed one."

"Well why don't you pick it out then?"

"That's what I'm paying you for Granger, you should be kissing my shoes in gratitude for what I'm doing for your muggle family"

Hermione kept respectively silent, knowing that he did have a point, a small point, but one none the less. He was, in a way, helping out her family, it seemed strangely out of character for the Pureblood family! Yet Hermione did not question it, she was getting money, she was helping her family it was all she needed at the moment.

"You missed another."

"Really Malfoy do you have to, its bad enough I'm pulling the weeds from your garden I don't need you breathing down my neck for the entire time."

"Just giving you some helpful hints, might make your job slightly easier."

"Like you care" She heard him give a puff of breath, like a small laugh. "Please just leave so I can get this done."

"Very well, but after you finish this I want you to come to my room. I have some jobs that need attending to."

Hermione purposely took her time with the garden, prolonging the visit to Malfoy's room. Mentally she tried to picture what it may look like, every time she drew a blank. She could not see the room in a mess, clothes left on the ground and the bed unmade, she could not picture his walls covered with poster of Quidditch captains and such. So what would his room look like?

"Who cares" she muttered to herself, standing up and brushing the dirt from her clothes and knees, making sure there was not a tiny fleck on her. She left her tools with a house elf as she made her way to Draco's room, the trip took longer then expected considering the size of the house. Hermione knocked on the door of the room, waiting for permission to enter. Draco called her in. Hermione smirked at his room, clad in the colors of his house, in perfect order even for her standards, it seemed so strange but so him! Draco poked his head out from behind a door, calling her into the adjoining room that Hermione found was his bathroom. The bathroom was enormous, possibly bigger then her own room. There was a large bath to the left, big enough to fit at least 5 people in. On the right was a shower, again larger then most she had seen and in the middle was a bathroom sink and some products. There were two doors on either side of the sink, one she guest lead to the toilet, the other possibly a closet holding towels.

"You called" Hermione said, getting over the shock of the bathroom. Draco held up a toothbrush, his face set in a small smirk.

"Really Malfoy I thought you of all people would know how to brush there own teeth!" Draco's smirk increased, it seemed to spread across his whole face, making her slightly edgy to what he wanted.

"No your going to take this toothbrush and scrub the whole bathroom. Have fun"

He left no room for arguments, trusting the toothbrush into her hands and leaving before she could even close her mouth. The room was huge, it would take her most of the day to finish it. Hermione groaned, knowing that arguing was not on her list, it would be a useless waist of breath. So with a groan and a sigh Hermione walked to the sink and filled up a small bucket, putting in some disinfectant and sunk to her knees. She set to work on the floor, dipping her brush into the water and scrubbing the white tiles. Draco watched her as she worked, peaking through the opening of the door, he found himself wanting to laugh allowed but wouldn't dare let her know he was here. It was so much fun having such power over her, after all those smart mouth comments, perfect marks and just being her. He was finally getting his revenge, he had her on her knees, scrubbing his floor with a toothbrush. It was too perfect.

Sorry about the shortness of the first chapter, I promise that all the other chapters will be at least 3 times as long as the first. Anyway I hope you like this chapter and thank you for all the reviews, they are much appreciated.

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