I started this story before HBP and I'm continuing it as if HBP hasn't been released yet. So here it is. Sorry it took so long. Please review :-)

bobkat2007 -> Can't say there's any lyrics in here, but she didn't get a diary entry in this one. If she did I'd have to make this super long, and I'm just not that patient. Glad you're enjoying this though.

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Kace08 -> here's the update :)

melissafelton-622 -> Glad you like it :-D keep reviewing!

SammyM -> the other one isn't working out right now and you seem to be my only reviewer so I'm pausing that one for a bit. But it will be back. But for now, here's a chappie in this one.

Mikaela -> Glad a fellow writer loves it :)

DrAcO'sblackrose -> don't forget that it mentioned they had a tracking spell on her so they would know where she is. She basically has no other choice but to stay and put up with it all.

Chapter 4

Hermione woke up stiff and sore the next morning. It was as if she had slept on a bed of nails. She could find no comfort the night before and it took her many hours before she could actually fall into her deep slumber. Now it was early morning, merely seven a.m. and Hermione was awake, feeling more miserable than ever. Lack of sleep really did nothing for her at all.

She forced herself out of her bed and sneered around at the brightness that the pink room had caused. If her parents were trying to torture her or create a living hell for her, they sure were doing a good job at it.

She shuffled her feet into her slippers and draped her bathrobe around her and headed to the door that was across the room. She opened it into a large bathroom at which she was amazed by. The walls were a deep forest green, yet the room wasn't dark. A sky light shone down upon a large bathtub with many silver taps which Hermione guessed let out many different soapy suds. There was a large sink with a vanity shelf stock full of many muggle items that Hermione recognized. Many artificial plants were scattered about the room and Hermione even noticed a large shower to boot, and there was obviously a toilet to go with.

She immediately headed for the shower. A nice long shower was what she needed right now to wake her up. She had a feeling that if she were to go in the bathtub then she would probably fall asleep.

She quickly discarded her robe which fell to the floor as she turned the water on in the shower. She waited for a moment for it to heat up. She turned to a large mirror that was opposite her and couldn't help but gaze at her reflection in admiralty. She did have to admit that the change in appearance had worked wonders on her; there was no doubt about that. She quickly took the focus off of herself and walked into the shower.

She felt the steam beginning to rise as the hot water poured down every inch of her body. It was refreshing and Hermione didn't want to leave the shower. It was as if she had left reality into this relaxing pool of steam and water.

She was knocked back into reality when a loud pounding at the door was issued by Tiffany. Hermione let out a sigh and quickly stepped out of the shower realizing that she had spend close to an hour just mulling in the silence and peacefulness of it all.

She quickly wrapped a towel around her hair and put her bathrobe on and opened the door to find Tiffany standing with one hand on a cocked hip, looking slightly impatient.

"Hailey my dear, what were you doing in there?" she looked as if she was trying to say it more in a gentle tone than the icy one that came across.

"Having a shower. Part of everyone's daily routines, except perhaps Professor Snapes" Hermione said, inwardly rolling her eyes.

Tiffany smirked slightly. "I never did like Severus Snape. Bloody traitor to the all knowing Dark Lord. And you do have a point; he never seemed to wash, even if it could save his life."

Tiffany seemed to let the words that she just said mull through her mind before she shook her head and said. "We're going over to the Malfoy's to day with a few others who have been invited. You are to come with without complaints, do you understand?"

Hermione had quickly learned not to underestimate her parents and quickly nodded, receiving a satisfied smile from Tiffany.

"Now" Tiffany began. "The Malfoys have quite the large property which includes a pool in the courtyard. You are required to take your swim wear with you as it is a nice day out. And you will get along with the others."

Hermione nodded almost forcefully, and Tiffany left mumbling something about breakfast. Now, more than ever, Hermione dreaded today. She wasn't exactly one for exposing her body to begin with, but now she would have to in a swim suit with her new curves and such.

It then dawned on Hermione. She had probably out grown her only one piece, and all that she had left would be the bikini that her adopted mother had hoped she would one day wear to fit in with the other girls. A bikini at Malfoys house. Well, this certainly would get interesting.

Hermione quickly shoved it into her purse and got changed. She stepped out of her bedroom moments later in a pair of tight jeans which hugged her closely and a red, with gold trim, tank top, which supported Gryffindor. She was escorted down to the dining room by Piddlywinks the house elf.

The moment she walked into the kitchen, the light conversation between Derrek and Tiffany halted to an abrupt stop and both eyes seemed to burn into Hermione's tank top.

"Don't you think you should wear clothing more appropriate color wise?" Derrek asked in a careful tone.

Hermione dropped her head. She inwardly sighed. This would mean she would have to get rid of over half of her clothes if they wanted nothing to do with Gryffindor in this house. She quickly turned around and left and came back in a few minutes later with a plain black tank top.

Derrek and Tiffany turned and nodded to each other in agreement and continued with their coffee, Derrek reading the newspaper, Tiffany once more examining her nails. Hermione bit into a piece of toast that shattered the silence. She sat uncomfortably straight, afraid that any wrong movement that she made would cause her to be hexed or cursed by her parents.

After fifteen minutes or so an old clock chimed and Derrek and Tiffany stood up quickly. Derrek came up behind Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder. She froze half from terror, half from shock that he would even touch her. "It's time to go now" he said, leading her out of the dining room and into the sitting room toward the fireplace.

Still holding on to Hermione's arm, Derrek dragged Hermione into the fireplace with him, using his free hand to take hold of some floo powder. "Malfoy Mansion" he said clearly in a deep voice. She immediately felt herself separate from Derrek as they began to swirl around in the emerald flames. She tucked her elbows in as she felt the walls around her knocking them. Suddenly she felt herself come to an abrupt halt as she stumbled out of the fire place, coughing and spluttering from the ash.

If Hermione thought her house looked like the home of a Death Eater, then this would be the place she would suspect the Dark Lord to live, but knowing for a fact that she had just traveled to the Malfoy Mansion, she knew better.

Hermione was scared to move at the sight. She thought the ministry had cleared the house of all dark items, but it definitely looked as if they had managed to get them all back easily enough. The walls were made of stone and there was an unnerving chill in the air, even though it was the beginning of summer. A chill that made Hermione uncomfortable, to say the least. Banners of serpents baring the word "Slytherin" were hanging on the wall as if to flaunt that they were proud of their standings.

Hermione backed up away from this scene and took a sharp intake of breathe as she felt a body behind her. She turned around to find herself faced with a pair of stormy grey eyes that shot through her. She stepped back once more, trying to close her jaw at the sight of her favorite Slytherin.

His hair was wet, and hung just over his eyes. His lean, muscular body was shining, and Hermione could tell that he had either just gotten out of the shower or the pool that Tiffany had spoke of. All Hermione knew was that Malfoy wasn't a bad piece of meat to look at.

He gave her his famous smirk as his grey eyes flared. "Like something you see?" he drawled, expecting her to be entranced by his glory and natural physique.

Hermione forced herself to roll her eyes and she walked over to where Tiffany and Derrek were standing, talking to Narcissa and Lucius.

"Everyone else is in the sitting room" Lucius said quietly. He then turned to look at Hermione. Everyone else who happens to be your age is in back if you'd like to go."

She nodded, yet hung her head as she followed Draco out of the house. The whole place gave her the chilling sensation, a terrible vibe in which Hermione didn't care for one little bit.

Just as Hermione had predicted, the turn out was all Slytherin students whom Hermione recognized as she took classes with them. Though she was surprised to see Terry Boot sitting off to the side, obviously all alone, and staring into space. Hermione guessed that he had just figured out that one of his family members must be a Death Eater. She pitied him and walked over to him, relieved to see someone she'd be able to put up with.

He looked up for a moment as Hermione walked towards him. He quickly glanced away but took a double take just as quickly as he had turned away. His jaw immediately dropped. "Hermione!" he asked in utter disbelief. Hermione nodded.

"Wow! Well, you look…I mean…Wow" he began taking in every inch of Hermione who was now wearing a knee length skirt over her bikini bottoms and her black tank top over the bikini top. "Thanks" she said, blushing slightly.

He took another look at her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What are you doing here?" he finally asked. Hermione's slight smile dropped into a frown at this question. She was afraid this was going to turn up.

Hermione explained everything about the adoption and how, in fact, she was a pureblood, but left out the little tiny detail about her parents being death eaters. She just made up an excuse that the Malfoys had been friends with her family since Hogwarts and that her parents were just here for a visit.

After Hermione had finished her story, Terry gave her a satisfied nod. They continued small chat about the years upcoming N.E.W.T.'s and what they had hoped and aspired to do once they had graduated from Hogwarts. They continued this talk for a matter of moments until Tiffany and a few of the other mothers came out of the door to check up on their kids.

Tiffany made a beeline straight toward Hermione who sighed and stood up. "Hailey dear, don't you think it's a bit warm out here? I think you should go for a swim, moisturize your skin and such" she said, her voice trailing off as she gave a curt nod in the direction of Junior Malfoy.

Hermione let out a sigh, knowing that she had no chance of winning and that she would be defeated if she had even bothered with trying. Tiffany gave her a knowing look and headed into the house, yet watching her from the patio window.

Hermione gave Terry a look of apology and he smiled gratefully. She quickly removed her tank top and her skirt, revealing her lean body and full hips.

On the other side of the pool, Draco Malfoy stared in shock and awe at the sight that lay before his eyes. He felt Pansy wrap and arm around his and press her body up against his, but he ignored it. She took one look at what he was gaping at and scowled.

Nobody would take her Drakkie away from him, especially not her.

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