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.

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Chap 5: Of Diaries and Libraries

"Malfoy?" I turned to see Zabini standing there with a questioning look on his face.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Zabini?" He said casually, despite the awkward position we were in.

"What do you think your doing?"

"Me and the Mudblood Granger were having a nice little chat." Malfoy let me go and pushed me to the floor.

"Granger go upstairs." Zabini said, just staring at Malfoy.

"Yeah, go upstairs. Me and your master need to talk." I scrambled to get up and walked as fast as my feet could carry me, to my room. When I got to my room, I closed my door and threw myself onto the bed. I started sobbing into my pillow. My tears staining it. After a while, I heard a voice.

"Hermione?" I didn't even bother to look.

"Go away, Elizabeta. Not now." I didn't want to see anyone.

The next couple of days, I hadn't spoken to Zabini nor did I talk as much as I did to Elizabeta. Who was becoming more worried. The incident with Malfoy plugged me with nightmares. Sometimes in the night I would find myself waking up and yelling no!

"I'm fine, Elizabeta." I went around doing my chores and such. It was becoming quite boring. But while I was finishing dusting off some of the paintings of what seemed to be old Zabini family members. I saw a red journal. I looked around to see if anyone was around. Okay, I'd amit it, I was pretty curious about the journal; I mean honestly who would leave one here? When I was sure that no one was around I opened it.

5/26/01

I don't what I am doing. Blaise asked me to marry him. I know, I know...he's the one I've been gushing about and I should say yes, shouldn't I? He'a handsome, intelligent and everything I've ever wanted in a man. But today, I witnessed his dark side, a side I don't ever want to experience again. He keeps telling me of his father's death and how it's going to foreshadow its self upon us. Knowing the way his father died, I don't think-

The diary entry stopped there. That was the last entry. There was no more. What happened to Zabini's father? What happened to her? Why isn't she around? Is she alive? Why doesn't Zabini ever mention her? What is her name? All these questions went through my mind; I put the journal back and saw a shadow in front of me. I turned around and there was Zabini once again. He always comes at inappropriate times.

"I want you to have these closets clean by next week. We're having a ball, and I expect all of the closets to be spotless." I nodded my head and started to work on the closet again. A ball? That should be interesting. Zabini soon left me to work. I went to grab the journal again, but I pushed to fall and banged my hand against the wall.

"Ouch." I grabbed my hand, rubbing the injured spot and notice something. I knocked on the wall again and the realized it was hallow. I pushed a side everything in the closet, getting dust on me and god knows what else. Only till I cleared everything out, did I notice that the closet was much bigger. I pushed everything a side and pushed against the wall. I didn't anticipate the wall opening, so I fell on my face.

"Shit!" I rubbed my jaw, while getting up. Oh my god.

It was a library. It was huge...bigger then the one at Hogwarts and I thought that was impossible.

Wow. I thought. It was so beautiful to someone like me of course.

It had books everywhere. There was a fireplace which was burning and there was chair near it.

This place is nearly perfect. I ran my hands over the various titles. Pride and Prejudice...Dante's inferno...Edgar Allan Poe...Hamlet...Taming of the shrew...Robert Frost. I must be in heaven. All of a sudden I heard my name being called from far.

I got out of the library as fast as I could and closed the door to the library. Not wanting to get caught in a room I wasn't suppose to be in.

"Miss Granger?" I snapped my head and there was Zabini again.

"Yes, Zabini?" I asked.

"Did you finish with the closet?" He asked.

"No, not yet, Mr. Zabini." He sighed.

"Yes, very well. I want to tell you to come to my room tonight."

"What?" I blurted out before I stopped myself.

"Don't question me! Tonight, 9:00 pm." I nodded my head. What did he want with me?

After I took a shower, I put myhair backinto a bun and put my sleeping attire on. It was 8:57 pm, and my stomach was doing flip flops. Did he know that I discovered the library? Did I do something wrong? What did I do wrong? Oh my god, he's gonna hex me. I found myself in front of his door. I knocked and the door opened by it self. If I didn't know of the magical world I would have thought that was creepy, but it was probably just a spell.

"Mr Zabini?" I called out. The room was dark except for a candel being lit on a desk.

Suddenly I felt a presence behind me.

"Glad you could come, Miss Granger."

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