"A dress." Rose said staring with distaste at the dreadful piece of cloth.
Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Yes it is a dress. What a distinct observation." Draco smirked turning away from the scene at hand in favor to look at the very intersting winow. "Anyway it'll help you get use to the feeling of one during a dance. They can be horrily disomferting, especially when worn for the fist time at a ball." Narcissa said with a pained face.
"Speaking from experience?" Rose said snarkily. She fixed Draco with a hard glare not turning away as Narcissa replied.
"Most definetly. They are not fun to wear." She made a face at the memory that must have accompanied her words.
"Just put it on!" Draco rolled his eyes at them and walked out the room to put his own dress robes on.
Rose scowled at Elizabeth, or Hermione as she was sometimes reffered to as, who had already put on her dress with no conplaint.
Wordlessly Rose tugged on the dress and wrinkled her nose at the way it felt.
Draco came in looking around with out a care in the world. Rose wanted to curse the look off of his face so badly.
"Its time for etiquette lessons." Oh wonderful.
By the time Tom picked the up they were sore and sweaty. He didn't comment on it. Just ordered them to take a shower while he had an elf fix dinner. He also mentioned having a surprise.
The last part had caught Rose's attention and made her hurry through her shower. Hermione felt a sense of dread as she showered and got dressed. A surprise was not something she wanted.
Rose waited inside their room. She looked bored as she sat on the bed. Hermione observed the way she figited in her gown and robe. She had a nervous movement with her hands. And she wouldn't stop tapping her foot. Hermione looked at her worried. What had happened to her friend? She looked so joyous and happy but now she looked sad and bored.
Rose noticed Hermione and immediately smiled. Her smile, Hermione noticed, was bright. It shone the room and gave out a distinctive gleam. Hermione wondered if that's how she felt or if she was faking it for her.
"Don't just stand there. Lets go." Even her voice was bright and shiny. It was soft and velvety. Hermione wondered what was wrong with her and whether or not to ask about it.
"Comimg." Compared to Rose's voice hers was scratchyand rough. How did she get the same velvety tone that Rose had? Maybe she would ask one day.
Rose smiled that same bright smile and skipped out the room. Hermione followed, having no other choice but to follow.
She realised that Rose was her Mistress. She woud always listen and follow. She would question her choices but not voice it. She was a slave to her. Hermione wondered if she should care about this or if she should act on it. With a sick feeling she realised that she would not act on it. Was she cursed to feel this way? Was this her own free will? Is she being manipulated by the one person she called her friend? Hermione didn't know what to do.
She smiled as Rose happily talked to her through dinner. She laughed at the jokes she made and even made a few her own. Hermione wanted to leave to run to be free. But she knew she would not. For Rose didn't. Hermione didn't want to leave her only friend.
She felt as if someone had slapped her. She understood now. The reason she followed Rose and never questioned. Rose was her only friend. She wouldn't want to lose her only friend. This terrified her knowing all this. The reason she acted like her slave. Rose probably didn't even realise it. Hermione did. Rose was her only friend so there for she would do anything to keep that only friend.