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A/N: Okay I was wondering if there is anything you want to see in this story/something that you think should be in this story/or something like that... I am just curious because I justwant to write this story so that my readers are happy.

Without a Home: Chapter 6

The sun rose over Malfoy Manor and shined through the window panes. Streams of light hit Hermione in the face waking her from her peaceful slumber. She groaned and covered her face with the satin pillow.

She kept trying to adjust the pillow to keep away the light, yet nothing seemed to block the annoyingly bright light from hitting her face. Finally she gave up and sat up in bed. She let out a deep yawn and stretched. Then rubbing her eyes she looked at her surroundings expecting to be sleeping behind the old theater, but quickly discovered that she was not.

'Where the hell am I?' Hermione thought sleepily.

That was when she noticed that she was in a bed. She had to be in a hospital, but then she realized the sheets were too nice to be hospital sheets. Satin sheets she gasped as she realized what they were. Dark blue satin sheets with a dark blue comforter she noted. No wonder she had slept so well. She had slept on a bed that was so luxurious. Looking behind her she noticed that there was a backboard on the bed elegantly carved and appeared to be made of rosewood.

She looked around the room some more. There was a huge window to her left that had dark blue velvet curtains that were open. The walls were painted a lighter blue. There was a dresser and a desk that were made of rosewood like the bed. She noticed that there were three doors in the room. Hermione guessed that one was a closet door, one was a door that led to the rest of the house, and one was a bathroom, maybe.

Hermione was also excited to see that there was a small bookcase in the room. She weakly crawled out of the bed and over to the bookcase. Her eyes shined bright as she noticed that there were muggle books as well as magic books.

She was stroking the spines, as a loud 'pop' was heard in the air. Hermione swiftly turned around her fists up in case she had to defend herself. She relaxed when she saw that is was just a house elf.

So she was in a wizard's house, but whose? All that she could remember was a bright green flash of light and then darkness. She had to hold in a gasp. She was dead and this must be heaven. She had never thought that house elves would be in heaven. She didn't think that you would need beds in heaven for she thought sleep would not be required.

"Hello Miss…?" The house elf gave her a questioning look as to what her name was.

Hermione thought fast, it might not be safe to give anyone the name 'Granger'. She didn't want anyone to know she was here otherwise they might try and convince her to come back to the magic world. She had already told herself that she wasn't going back and there was no way she was changing her mind.

"Miss…um… Carson," Hermione said nervously, "Mia Carson."

"I am Dinky," The house elf introduced itself while bowing.

Hermione gave the house elf a warm smile. She could already tell he was going to be pleasant to be around.

"So do you know what I am?" The house elf looked at her curiously.

Why was Dinky asking her that question? She hadn't lost her mind! Perhaps he thought she was a muggle.

"Of course you are a house elf," Hermione replied.

"So you are not a muggle?" The house elf questioned.

Hermione shook her head in reply.

"Where am I exactly?" She asked looking around the room.

"Malfoy Manor," Dinky said matter-of-factly.

Hermione tried not to choke as she heard Dinky's reply. Here? She had to end up here? Of all places she had to end up in it had to be Malfoy manor?

"So does Malfoy know who I am?"

If he does recognize me I will be in trouble. Big time trouble. Did he save me from that rapist? If he did that was… well, kind of him.

"No, Master Draco does not know who you are," Dinky replied with a confused look on her face.

There was an awkward silence before the house elf muttered something about getting her bath ready and getting her clean clothes.

Hermione was in shock. She was in a house with a roof and beds. No wait she was in a Manor. Malfoy Manor. Being in that ferret's home was not a good thing, but he didn't recognize her. Perhaps she could try and be civil to him. I mean he did take her in after all. So perhaps he was becoming somewhat nice.

She decided not to tell him who she was. Otherwise he might kick her out on the streets again. She probably would not be able to stay here long. Eventually he would make her get out. I mean he wasn't going to let her stay forever. There was no way that Draco Malfoy, muggle-born hater was going to let her stay for long.

Well she might as well enjoy her stay for as long as it would last.

"Miss Carson your bath is ready" Dinky said shaking Hermione's thoughts from her head.

"Okay thank you Dinky and do you think you could do me a favor? Well actually a couple favors."

"Yes Miss Carson?"

"I would really like you to bring me up some breakfast if that isn't too much work and if Malfoy asks if I am a muggle or not could you tell him that I am a… a… squib?"

"Okay no problem Miss Carson" Dinkey said as he walked out the door.

Hermione opened the door to the bathroom. She gasped when she saw the size of the bathtub. It was like a hot tub. It could fit two or three people in there. Then again this was probably a small bath tub compared to the rest in the house. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Malfoy having a bath tub the size of an Olympic pool.

Not waiting any longer she climbed into the bathtub and relaxed as she felt the warm water relaxing her muscles. She closed her eyes for a few minutes just relaxing as she soaked in the water. She was enjoying the feeling of warm water against her skin.

The sound of her stomach rumbling reminded her that Dinky was bringing food up to her room soon. She quickly grabbed a bottle of shampoo that smelled like strawberries and almonds. Her fingers rubbed roughly against her hair as she tried to get out grease, dirt, mud, and who knows what else. Finally when she felt like her hair was clean she dunked her head underwater to rinse.

Rising back above the water she began scrubbing furiously at her skin until it turned red then she quickly climbed out and found the clothes that Dinky had left for her and began to dress. Soon she would have a full stomach and a comfortable bed to lie down on.