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A/N: Okay you guys won't be happy with this chapter. I know you won't but forgive me and understand that I couldn't tell it to you because it would ruin the plot. Also I need some ideas so someone please give me some for this story.

Without a Home: Chapter 8

Draco shut the door to Mia's room behind him. Well Mia's temporary room he corrected himself. He leaned against the door and slid down till he was sitting on the floor. His back resting against her door as he let out a shaky breath. Her eyes held so much pain. So much hurt. They were full of secrets and mysteries.

She didn't mention the guy who had attempted to rape her. Perhaps she wasn't ready to talk about it. She had been through enough hell already. He could see it in her eyes. The life on the streets had not treated her well. Then again whose life on the streets wasn't hell?

God what was he going to do about her? How would he ever be able to get rid of her? He just wanted to keep her here. No he didn't. He couldn't want a squib here, but what if she was a pureblood squib? I mean to be a squib you either had to be a half-blood or a pureblood. Regardless he would have to get rid of her sometime and the sooner the better right?

I mean he could see the headlines if anyone found out, "Due to Parents' Death Draco Malfoy Takes Sympathy on Squibs." Yeah like all of this was due to his parents' death. The reporters would be all over him if they found out. Well actually that wasn't true they were already all over him.

Why did she look so familiar? I mean he didn't really know any squibs except for Filch, but other than him he didn't know any other squibs. Squibs just weren't very popular in world. Most of the time squibs didn't go running around in the wizarding world. They preferred to be in the non-magic world. The muggle world. That's where they wouldn't be made fun of or anything. In the muggle world they were normal. They belonged and they fit in there.

Yet Mia just seemed so familiar for some reason. He just couldn't place where he had seen her before though. Maybe his mind was just messing with him. That had to be it.

Draco raised his hands up to his head and gently massaged his head. This was all so stressful. The reporters, the duties of owning Malfoy Manor, and then there was Mia Carson.

'So why did you take her in then?' Part of him asked.

'Because she was all alone out there starving and I felt sorry for her,' the other part of him said.

'You are becoming so weak Draco Malfoy. Helping out homeless squibs'

'I am not becoming weak! What is wrong with squibs anyways'

'They are worthless. They might as well be muggles'

'No muggles and squibs are very different'

'How? The only difference is one knows about the magic world and the other doesn't'

He was about to argue back with the other side of him when a voice shook him from his thoughts.

"Master Malfoy?" Dinky said with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Huh? Yeah do you need something?" Draco said still a little lost in his own thoughts.

"Ummm… I was just wondering what Master Malfoy was doing against Miss Carson's door."

"Oh yeah that. Well you see I was uhhhh… I just felt sick all of a sudden so I didn't have the energy to make it to my room that's all. Yeah that's it. That's all, but I feel better now so I will be on my way now," Draco lied.

"Okay Master Draco," Dinky said unconvinced, "Do you need anything Master Draco?"

"Yes I do Dinky. I need you to send a cup of coffee up to my study," Draco said as he made his way down the hallway.

Draco walked swiftly towards the study passing painting of various Malfoy ancestors that Draco had. They all watched him pass by their paintings with looks of the slightest amount of curiosity. Yet they did not care too much. Paintings didn't care too much about anything around them really. Well some of the paintings of purebloods did care when they saw a muggle born.

Draco sat down at his desk and quickly scribbled on a piece of parchment addressed to Gringotts Bank. He was asking them to send him some money from his account to the Manor so that he would have plenty of money on hand tomorrow. Plus he didn't have very much muggle money around here and they could convert some of his Wizard money into muggle money. Draco wasn't sure if they would be going to be to wizard shops or muggle shops. It was better to be prepared.

After sending the letter on its way with his owl he began to work on some business for the Manor as he drank the coffee that Dinky had just delivered up to the room.

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Hermione stared out of her window. It was such a nice day outside. It was just so sunny with just a few wispy clouds in the blue sky. She looked at the grounds that surrounded the Malfoy Manor. They just looked so flawless. So perfect. She wanted to touch that perfectly green grass and feel it brush against her fingertips.

She had to get out of this room. She was tired of being in here. Draco wouldn't mind would he? I mean she didn't think he had planned to keep her in here like a caged animal. Surely he wouldn't mind if she went out for a little walk to get some fresh air. It was simply too nice of a day to be stuck inside.

So she left. She left her room to find the stairs. I mean there had to be some somewhere around here. She was probably on the second floor. After shutting her door she looked left and then right.

Which was would she go? She picked right and began looking for the stairs that would lead her out of Malfoy Manor. She was turning around a corner when she bumped into Dinky.

"Oh I am sorry," They both said simultaneously.

"My apologies Miss Carson it is my entire fault. All of Dinky's fault," Dinky said lowering his head.

Remembering Harry telling her about Dobby's banging his head up on the wall when he felt bad she quickly tried to think of something to say. Anything to say to prevent something like that from happening, because she really did not want a house elf to beat itself up.

"No, no Dinky it is all my fault. I should have been more careful. Now ummmm… do you think you could show me how to get out of here. I want to take a walk outside. If that is okay of course," Hermione said quickly.

"Yes I think it would be okay with Master Malfoy. Well this way follow Dinky Miss Carson," he said walking down the hallways.

Hermione smiled a little and followed him. They walked in silence and Hermione was grateful for the silence. She was looking at the paintings. Some smiled at her or waved. Others glared or looked away. She loved looking at their expressions. Some were awake others asleep.

Hermione just hoped that they wouldn't tell Draco that she was a muggle born. Paintings had a way of knowing if you were pureblood, half blood, or muggle born. She didn't know how this was. Perhaps she would have to read up on it if she got the chance.

The next thing she knew she was going down the stairs and walking out the door. Walking out into the bright sunshine wondering just what she would see out here in the Malfoy Manor grounds.