Title: Precious Possession

Rating: M

Summary: After Harry Potter is defeated by Voldermort, the wizarding world is in great despair, the purebloods rule, while the rest are reduced to slavery. Hermione Granger, once a hero, now a slave, has just been brought by the mysterious Blaise Zabini. Her real journey now begins….here's a story of love and possession.

Chap 3: An unexpected guest

I hadn't talk to Zabini in weeks. If I got any orders it was through Elizabeta. Even though she assured me that he wasn't angry at me nor would he sell me, I was still quite unsure. Soon, the Zabini manor had an unexpected guest: Luciana Zabini.

I was quiet nervous and excited at the same time. I worried about many things: Is she like Zabini? Is she prejudice? Rude? Nice?

Elizabeta tied on my corset, while I tried my best to at least look presentable.

"What is the matter?" She asked me.

"Nothing. I'm just nervous." Elizabeta smiled.

"Don't worry, darling. She's not prejudice or anything…quite a nice woman." I let a sigh of relief. Maybe she won't be too bad, I thought to myself.

Soon the doorbell rang and Elizabeta went downstairs. I heard Elizabeta open the door. "Luciana! How nice to see you again." I heard a soft reply.

"Elizabeta, it has been far too long. We should visit more often."

"Come in, Come in!" I looked in the mirror one last time and prepared to go downstairs.

I, at first, didn't see the woman. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the platter of hot tea that the house elves prepared.

I slowly walked into the living room with the hot platter of tea. There I saw the back of her head and Zabini's piercing look as he looked at me. His mother stopped talking and turned around to see what he was staring at. There I saw her. To say she was more beautiful in person then she was pictures would be an understatement; I almost dropped the platter, but caught myself.

I placed the platter in the middle of the table between them. She nodded her head and said thank you. While Mr. Zabini didn't say anything.

Her eyes were a light brown and she had a narrow nose. Her lips were full and were curved into a gracious smile. She had a swan like neck and her hair was pinned up. She was sitting up straight with her head high and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her robes were a dark blue and plain. Her voice was soft spoken and her skin was fair, not too light but not as dark as Mr. Zabini's.

"That is enough, Ms. Granger. Thank you." Zabini said as he noticed I was standing there gawking at his mother.

"Oh yes Mr. Zabini, will there be anything else you like?" I asked.

"Yes, close the door on your way out." I nodded and went. I closed the door slowly, and was about to leave when I heard their voices. They were muffled but I could make out some words.

"Mother, I don't feel as though I need a wife right now……. dealing with the Zabini business……." I pressed my ear closer to the door, even though I felt wrong doing it, I….just had to know more.

"Blaise darling, you're lonely…... you stare at the servant girl……some kind of attention…..is that why you got a servant?... A girl at that?" There was a moment of silence before I heard the voice begin again.

"Ms. Granger……. here for my needs….she's here... take care of the house."

"Blaise…… fondness for muggle girls… that it could not go far-"

Suddenly I felt something poke me in the thigh. I turned around quickly; it was one of the house elves.

"Miss Granger?" I nodded slowly, still shocked to be caught eavesdropping.

"Yes?" The House elf then gave me a cup of tea.

"Made Miss Granger, tea, miss." I smiled.

"Thank you…." I then heard footsteps coming towards the door, and I pushed the house elf in the nearest closet and covered her mouth. The tea spilled all over my dress and it burned my hand. The house elf caught the glass before it hit the ground.

"Ouch." I heard the door opened and my breathing stopped. My insides seem to be doing flip flops and I heard the footsteps stop in front of the door. I bit my lower lip from crying out.

"Blaise you don't need your robes, it's quite warm outside." It got quiet and I heard the footsteps grow more distance and I opened the door slowly at first and looked around. I had the house elf behind me, and I looked around one more time before coming out.

I gestured to the house elf to come out, who looked more scared then me. I rubbed my hand, trying to ease the pain.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Button, Miss." I look down at the mess on the floor.

"Button, do you have a rag? Wait a minute." I thought at the moment of wandless magic! Why hadn't I thought of it before?

"Button, can you get a new cup of tea?" The house elf disappeared with the flicker of her hand and I was left alone.

"Okay..." I whispered to myself and I closed my eyes. Concentrate, concentrate...

Scourgify, scourgify, scourgify, scourgify...I opened my eyes and saw a little bit of the sticky substance disappearing a little at a time. I couldn't help but smile. It's working!

"Miss Granger!" I looked up in horror to see Zabini staring straight at me and then at the ground.

"What are you doing?" He questioned me and I looked down at the ground. I noticed the sticky tea was still there.

"Cleaning up the mess, Mr. Zabini."

"Without a rag or anything? What are you planning to clean with it? Your dress?" I was embarrassed, but soon Button came back.

"Miss, rags." I grabbed them and started to work on the stains. The house elf left leaving me and Zabini. Who responded quietly, and if I wasn't paying attention, I wouldn't have heard it.

"Yes, now we wouldn't want you using magic...now would we?" He walked away and I let out a quick breath of air.

I hope he didn't notice...

PrincessButtercup's notes: The usual,please.