Chapter 3: Pureblood Ethics
Disclaimer: Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming ~wink wink~ and I know that I promised that there will be no original characters, I'm sorry if I broke that promise with my characters Scarlette (the elf) and Annie (the maid).... So basically, J.K owns all of this except Annie, Scarlette and the plot...thanks
Hermione's POV
It took Malfoy quite a time to get his ass downstairs and I just wonder why! The Malfoys' house was probably prolific with so much stairs that it'll take you about a hundred years to reach the highest level of the manor.
There I was, standing right before my enemy or rather my boss. The guy I hated almost all of my life, the guy whom I always hated with so much passion, hatred beyond it's point, a hatred no one could ever have imagined, Those 7 years of my study in Hogwarts were ruined all by one person...Draco Malfoy.
This guy was morally depraved, just as debauched as the dark lord is...I have this strong and deep loathing for him, deeper than my love for Harry because this was hate, and he caused this all. After those seven long years at Hogwarts, this was our first meeting; he was the only reason why I had to leave Harry.
I stared at him, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth...how I hate him! He just called me pauper a while ago, some guy! I looked around the room and observed how profligate this people were...the walls were engraved with some golden material and a chandelier, which had several diamonds that illuminated the room, I could tell if the diamonds were real or not and it was real....
I took another look at the complacent albino, he was still the same, nothing much changed in him, he still had that slick platinum hair, his cold grey eyes filled with so much malice and insolence and that smirk, his supercilious smirk, the smirk that showed off his debonair, the smirk that took several breaths away including Parvati's and Lavender's, the asset that girls find most enthralling and intoxicating, the asset I abhorred most about that git! I noticed his muscles, which was located in his right arm and damn, Malfoy was no longer than insolent boy I knew from school, instead he was now the sardonic manly Malfoy I never had imagined all my life to look as great as this, but no matter how manly and masculine he looks, there's still one guy who is far better than him, Harry.
I can clearly remember how bad Draco turned out when we started our last year in Hogwarts, he was worse than ever! He almost flunked his subjects and he was the headboy!
Jesus! Sometimes even the wisest people make the biggest mistakes; take our headmaster for example, Albus Dumbledore. He made Malfoy the headboy, clearly not knowing the consequences of doing so.... and as for me...well I always did a lot of complaining but to no avail.
I toiled for the lethargic Malfoy night and day, tirelessly working up my energy till dawn. Sometimes I was too languid to attend my classes but I had to, after all I am Hermione Granger, the brainiest girl of Gryffindor.
I thought about talking some sense into that paper white albino, but hell who would dare? I once tried but instead of having him convinced by my lengthy explanation, he was more convinced on doing no work at all, his reason? Why should he work when he already has a brainy girl for a slave, think about how a forward looker Malfoy is, he probably predicted that I'm going to be his personal servant someday, but it wouldn't matter anymore because I am his personal servant as of now, not knowing when the right time is for my great escapade.
Professor Dumbledore almost resorted to something I couldn't imagine myself doing which was of course tutoring Malfoy. I had to object; I mean who would dare tutor a guy who wouldn't even bother to learn? Well I know someone who would, girls who are over him, yet don't have any brains at all.
I was glad Professor Dumbledore agreed with me, his reason? Simple... I already had too much. So his most profound solution was to make Professor McGonagall, the pedantic teacher of Hogwarts cram some sense into Malfoy and give him serious tutoring. After all, he was Hogwarts' headboy.
Damn! How I missed that moment and now it seems like I'm going to be the personal maid of this git for like.... Eons...
I hate my life! Why does this have to happen to me and not to someone else?
I stared at Malfoy who was now smirking broadly.
He's going to enjoy every minute and second of his despotic domination and ridicule over me. Someday my vengeance will soon cloud his dreams and turn them into serious nightmares!
"Mudblood, may I suggest that you already know what to do once we've settled here, in my mansion?" Lucius asked
I turned to look at him; he was smirking like his son.
What the hell was this bastard talking about? He didn't give me any instructions on what to do once I arrive at the manor!
I stared at him and he laughed scornfully, Scarlette clutched his leg tighter but he didn't seem to mind at all.
"Tell me, what I am supposed to do?" I asked
"Figure it out yourself Mudblood, I have some serious appointments to make rather that waste my time educating a lowlife like you!" he said sardonically then beckoned Scarlette to go with him.
He'sdoingitagain! Clearly Lucius wanted to make me a fool in front of his son!
"Come Scarlette, we must leave your master with his new personal servant and you elf, have a lot to do, so make sure I'll be pleased with what you'll do this time or I must resort to clothes!"
Scarlette nodded her head vigorously saying "Of course master!"
She looked so pitiful, the sight of her wearing those ragged clothes brings sadness to my heart. I don't know exactly but I think that I have a certain connection for these kind of creatures. No one deserves to be treated this way...
When I escape I'll make sure I'll bring this elf along with me, granting it freedom and total elation because even the smallest creatures deserve to be really happy.
Lucius disappeared into the doorway through the left with Scarlette tailing him. So I was left alone, with Malfoy....
Now what?!
Draco's POV
The mudblood was still the same, worthless and brainy but one thing had made her better...she was my personal maid.
I'm going to enjoy everything I could do to make her life entirely miserable. I smirked at her state. She was all dirty filling up the room with her horrid smell, Oh God! Is this my personal maid?! I guess Palace was way better!
Her hair was still bushy and her eyes were still auburn, burnt with pure loathing all for me, although it was apparent that she already had those killer curves, I wouldn't bother taking a second look on this filthy girl, purebloods are not meant to fancy anyone below their interests and it is also against their ethics if I must say.
" I want to make it clear mudblood, that you are here, luckily alive because of the dark lord who, luckily felt relent towards you, so I want to make it clear that you are my personal servant and if ever I am not satisfied with your services then the dark lord shall be apprised about it.... and if he should be, I assure you that Potter will be severely tortured beyond your imagination..." I said coldly
Her pupils actually dilated when I said this, my oh my! This is going to be fun...
She bit her lower lip then whispered " I will never be considered yours Malfoy!"
I smirked and looked at her pitiful state and said "That's where you are wrong, mudblood because you are already mine now whether you like it or not and you're not going to enjoy this because I am your master, did I make myself clear?"
She glared at me; I could very well see the difficulty she was having in looking for words, God! I'm going to enjoy this, this is the only revenge I could think of after we left school, and after she sent McGonagall on my back, she almost had my position as good as gone! I'm feeling a bit grateful to the dark lord who gave me the opportunity to torture and make the mudblood's life miserable.
Thank Heavens that my father captured Potter or else the mudblood wouldn't be here standing before me feeling very uncomfortable and sorry for herself.
Then finally she cleared her throat and said "Someday I'm going to get you for this!"
I gave her my insolent smile then said, "You wish!"
And to my surprise she gave me a smirk, a smirk I never have seen before...it's quite peculiar and odd if you ask me, I never saw the mudblood smirk, not until today.
"We shall soon see..." she replied with that copied smirk from me, honestly she's only been here about a few minutes yet my influence is rubbing on her.
"Enough of this senseless talk, I'll take a closer look at you and see if you are presentable enough to be my personal maid—"
"I am presentable enough, Malfoy, So don't give this examining shit—"
"If I say you need to have an examination, gladly comply or I'll have Potter's head for sure, understand?"
She looked at me; her eyes filled with so much loathing then she gave me a mere nod then lowered her head.
"Good--!"
Suddenly, I felt something on my shoe, when I looked down at it; it was covered with spit, the mudblood's spit. Damn it! Where's the ethics of this girl?!
I grabbed her chin with my hand pulled it closer to my face (though I was a bit afraid if she might spit onto my face) and said "Do you have any idea about what you just did?!"
She smirked, our faces dangerously close right now, Damn! I was never this close to a mudblood before and to tell honestly, it didn't feel good.
"Of course, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't have any idea, wouldn't I?"
"Do you know the consequences of doing so?"
"Yeah, I know, you'll taunt me about killing Harry or taunt me about Voldemort planning to torture him, am I right?"
I smiled "You definitely are! And since you were so insolent and bold to do that indecorous thing right before me, I assume that you already know what will happen to Potter..."
I said menacingly hoping she caught every word I uttered out of the corner of my mouth.
She gulped and said "Tell me what exactly you're going to do with him, NOW!"
"I wont be accepting demands from a mere servant like you and now I must proceed into deciding whether you're presentable enough or not....and to begin your....career as my servant, I suggest you take the spit off my brand new shoes using your bare hand (EEW)...."
She stared at me, nonplussed at what I just said then finally I said "Fine! Since I'm so merciful today tear a piece from that ragged thing you call clothing and use it to get that horrid spit of yours from my shoes, now!"
She easily complied, I was impressed, I thought the mudblood wouldn't easily comply, especially if I'm the one ordering her around but I proved myself wrong because she loved Potter so much....that's why she's doing this.
I'm glad I never learned to love, I'm glad I considered Pansy just a pastime because if I did learn to love, I'll be on the same path the mudblood is on and I really don't want anyone ordering me around, that's what love gave this mudblood, eternal damnation, slavery and ridicule and as for me, well it has the best advantages.....eternal service and vengeance...service from my enemy's most loved one....the only thing Potter has now since his godfather died...
And I just deprived him of it...
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Hermione's POV
I tore a small piece of cloth from my clothing, it didn't matter anymore, it's already ruined, ruined by the prat's merciless father, I tore it just to wipe his leather shoes and all this for Harry.
Maybe my actions proved to be less sane, but believe me, they are always worth it. I bended down, but I didn't kneel because if I did, the prat's swollen face would be ready to burst, so I sat on the marble floor and felt really cold.
I started to wipe the git's shoes, hoping he was satisfied at my every stroke. Finally when I thought I had enough, I stood up and faced him.
"I'm done! What now?" I asked upon seeing his complacent visage.
"Hmm, before you rudely interrupted me, I was saying how much improvising you really need or rather how you seriously need a makeover"
"Is that so? Why am I not good enough for you, Malfoy?"
"You will never be good enough for me mudblood, especially now that you are under my despotic control as my pauper and before I start to scrutinize you again maybe we can start off with some manners, honestly mudblood, don't your parents teach you this?" he said insolently every word marked by his mock.
"For your information, Malfoy, my parents taught me enough manners—"
"To fit in an eggcup, right?" he said with a smirk
My face flushed, I could feel it, I was so angry with the albino that I burst out yelling "My parents taught me more manners than they taught you!"
He was unperturbed by that but said "Before you interrupt, let me say something first, as I was saying...you don't have enough manners, so let's start off by you calling me...Master Malfoy" he said with a hint of malice.
Gawd! I had to stifle a laugh, Master MALFOY? Honestly, was that a joke? There's no way I'm complying with that not unless I could help it.
"Got that, mudblood?"
I smirked for the third time that day, damn! The prat's influence is rubbing on me.
"Sure, no problem as long as you address me correctly too..."
Dream on Hermione like in a million years he would!
"I have no reason to call you by what you want..."
Good point, well fine since were done with this ethics thing why don't we just get started then?!
Then again he approached me, rounding me for the second time then he came into an abrupt halt when he was about to face me...
"Anything wrong, Master Malfoy?" I asked with obvious sarcasm no one would dare miss
He frowned and said, "You smell like a thousand dead rats..."
My eyes rounded "If I do smell that way, then why did you notice it just at this moment?"
"Because I wanted to rub it on you at this exact moment"
I didn't get what he said, so I said "Fine is that all because I'm really sick of your stupid examination!"
There was no reply, I looked at him and saw that he was clearly looking at something... so intently.
I stared at him, what the hell was he looking at?!
Then it came to me as I followed his gaze, Malfoy was looking at my exposed cleavage.
I quickly covered it with my hands "What the hell were you thinking of?" I asked apparently devastated. He turned away and was now looking at the ceiling.
"That you wear indecent clothes"
"Oh really Malfoy, you were looking straight at my exposed cleavage!"
" Don't over flatter yourself mudblood but then since you noticed.... so what if I was?"
Was he really confessing that he was indeed looking at me? Well if he is, this guy wouldn't be Malfoy.
"I'm a man, Granger and you're a girl exposing your indecorous assets to me, well how would a normal man react, of course he would look at them and besides it was your fault for not trying to fix those rags you call clothing but even though I took a look at your..."thing" it wouldn't change the fact that you are still a mudblood and with that fact lurking around my brain, believe me I will never try and lay a finger on you not that you're the type of girl I would do most often, well if you must know, you are what we most slytherin guys regard as....pastime"
It was as if he placed a hard slap on my face that was deeply insulting. I blushed and clutched my collar even more, I was just not embarrassed, I was insulted too, and how could he say such things like that! Even though girls regard him as the Slytherin Prince he should have never said that.
Then again I couldn't help myself but to bring my hand close to his face for a hard slap.
He caught my hand just in time, quick reflexes.
"I'm going to forgive you this once but if ever that happens again, I swear Potter's neck will be cut"
Who said I wanted his forgiveness anyway?
"Now get out of my sight and have yourself fixed and do try to take a bath with some soap and water with it, Scarlette will teach you the way and when you're done, go to my room for further instructions"
He didn't wait for my nod or approval; he directly called Scarlette and made the elf show me the way.
I followed her leaving Malfoy behind.
Draco's POV
Good thing she was out of my sight! She was driving me out of my mind!
I was also deeply frustrated at myself for taking or rather looking at the mudblood's exposed skin, how could I be so shallow?
It was a good thing I managed to get out of it with some well chosen honest reasons.
I went back to my room and directly laid myself on the bed, leaving me staring at the ceiling.
So Potter was caught, huh? Big change all right! But it wont make my life any easier, instead it'll make it much worse, you can just imagine my parents they'll be in Voldemort's company for weeks making sure that Potter will never leave his prison cell, you might ask why? The dark lord can manage.
Right! He could but he needs cronies to assist him do the dirty work and of course, the dark lord can never be too evil, he's making more evil than anyone can think of, so that's why in order to make more evil he must have some others to do evil.
The mudblood is now my current maid, which lifted the things about only a little. She is not helping after all; she'll make my life even more horrible. The only advantage I have over her is to keep on taunting her about killing Potter her loved one.
It made me feel quite jealous, Potter had someone who would do anything to save his neck to the extent of giving one's life away as for me, well both of my parents are busy enough to care.
All they left me with is the mudblood—
A sudden flash filled my mind, the mudblood?
Well she's staying here forever right? Maybe she'll be the one who'll notice me...
Oh god! I'm not that desperate for attention besides I loath the mudblood more than she loathes me and she loves Potter. What am I thinking of ?!
God! This attention crave is driving me insane.
So I concluded that a mudblood isn't enough to give a pureblood some attention and that mudbloods are always worth nothing.
That cleared everything and that made me feel a lot better.
My eyes lingered to a certain bunny suit Palace used to wear for the Halloween occasion and an evil smirk formed on my face.
The mudblood's life is sure bound to be worse than ever.
Hermione's POV
I followed the elf thinking vaguely of what Malfoy just said
"You are what most Slytherin guys consider pastime"
I shut my eyes at the thought, his voice clearly echoing inside of my head. How could he say that, even if he is a pureblood and I a mudblood, he doesn't have any right to say that!
I clearly knew what he meant, he considered me a decent fuck for indolent guys who were bored. The thought almost made me cry but I didn't, not for a silly thing like that, I must be used to things like this clearly Malfoy had more insults for me than for anyone in this world.
The thought was so insulting, the way Malfoy said it made me feel quite lower than my present state and the way he said I smelled bad.
Oh Gawd! I thought I wouldn't last in this house for a day, I was apparently wrong! I couldn't even last in it for a single hour.
I knew Malfoy and I would fall onto dispute on our first meeting, which was Malfoy's way of greeting somebody, maybe it doesn't pertain to all but it pertains to all of his enemies.
I recalled my drastic attempt to slap him, how I wish he didn't stop me, how I wish it landed straight on his face and how I wish he regretted what he said about me!
I continued to follow Scarlette and noticed how enormous the Malfoy's manor was, I couldn't remember how many staircases we passed already just to get to where we were going.
I had no idea where we are or where we are heading, I just kept on following the elf hoping we'll get to where were going already. There'll soon be a day wherein I will be lost in this manor; it's just so big.
Finally on a Y intersection, we halted and we passed on the right side to enter a very ornately designed parlor with one creature standing.
A horrid creature at that, I didn't understand if this was her fad or was she cursed by Malfoy whose spell had gone horribly wrong? Honestly, she'd be more fit to be a clown than a—
Wait what the hell is she here for?
The elf approached the clown-faced woman or man then whispered something into her ear.
I frowned, was this Malfoy's idea again?
Then finally the clown-faced woman or man spoke up "Hello Ms. Granger, I am Annie Palace, I will be in charge of your needs of beauty makeover..."
From her squeaky voice and name, I quickly recognized that this creature is a woman, although I couldn't tell if she was human or not but I guess she accounts for a human, why? 2 legs 2 arms and she is after all standing uprightly, so this is indeed a female human.
"So, Annie, what are you going to do for me?" I asked casually
Was it me or did her face actually gone from bad to worse with a hint of sourness in it.
"I am not doing anything for you, I'm doing this for Mr. Malfoy..."she said coldly
Boy oh boy! Malfoy's coldness must run through everyone in the family.
"As I was saying before, I am in charge of your beauty improvising and makeover"
I stared at her. Beauty makeover? Honestly this woman needs more improvising than I do besides how could I trust her knowing that she works for Malfoy.
"Umm, I guess my beauty is just fine so don't bother." I said uncertainly
Scarlette nudged Annie on the leg with her small elbows, then Annie bended down to the elf's level. The elf was whispering something to Annie; a sort of suggestion and on every word the elf says Annie raises her thick eyebrows in approval.
I hate it when somebody knows something that I don't and that is what's happening right now!
Annie then regained her composure with a broad smile on her face, then she said with an airy tone "Also, I would like to add that if ever you won't comply to what I say, Mr. Malfoy has given me the authority to taunt you about something that concerns Mr. Potter and whatever I say shall be upheld by him, everything clear?"
Damn! This is going to be a long day, so I said in complete frustration.
"Crystal"
She actually grinned at my reply and that made her face more horrid than ever.
"Good, I knew you would come clean, so now, before we start your makeover, give yourself a bath like Mr. Malfoy said and use water and soap for God's sake!" She said covering her nose with a piece of a creamy white handkerchief.
She had no right to look down on me because she was just a servant here too! And now I seem to be admitting the fact that I am indeed the maid of Malfoy and there's nothing I can do about it.
She led me into the right room on a nearby corner and handed me a bluish towel with the Malfoy's crest embroidered in gold on it. I stared at it, Gawd! I never knew that the Malfoys were this profligate. I took it from her hand and the towel felt cottony and silky at the same time, Cool...
As I was about to enter the bathroom, Annie suddenly stopped me by holding my left shoulder.
"What?" I asked bluntly
"I'm sorry but I handed you the wrong towel, you should use this," she said handing me a creamy flesh towel that looked like it had been used for like years.
I rolled my eyes and said "Do you expect me to be spotlessly clean if you make me use that towel?"
She waved her wand and in an instant it was as good as new.
"Only the affluent and profligate people use those kinds of towel, take the Malfoys for example and you happen to be a pauper"
It didn't make that much difference; a towel is still a towel. Sometimes the Malfoys' make the biggest of deals on the smallest of things.
I grabbed it from her hand then went in but right before I did, I asked with complete sarcasm "Well, may I not use those shampoos too?"
"No actually, they were prepared for you but you can use it only this once because Mr. Malfoy wouldn't want you to use any other shampoos in this manor, So that means that those 2 bottles and bars of soap will be your eternal supply for the rest of your life"
And to think these Malfoys were rich!
I got in then locked the door shut, as I spun around I gasped in amazement. The bathroom was humungous and it held two colossal tubs, tubs that looked like pools and it had a single shower. The Malfoys' had bigger tubs than Hogwarts has...
I walked towards the head-to-foot mirror and watched myself intently.
"Why the despondent demeanor, dear?" my reflection asked
Even the Malfoys' mirror had the accent of the queen of England.
I started to unbutton my shirt, and then a knock came from the door.
I rolled my eyes for the second time that day; can't people here give me some peace and quiet?!
I finished unbuttoning my shirt then got my brown skirt off, so all that was left on me was my underwear.
I grabbed the white bathrobe just at the side of me, wore it and went for the door with an exasperated look on my face, as the persistence of Annie's knock got louder.
I tied the golden ribbon of the robe then opened the door with complete frustration as I said...
"Annie what is it this time--!"
To my surprise, it wasn't Annie.
I came face to face with my God forsaken master, Malfoy. If I hadn't back up a bit surely our noses will be touching each other. He smirked and stared at me and I felt myself blush, I hadn't realized that I was still in my bathrobe, I quickly tightened the ribbon knowing Malfoy's peeking instincts while he was there leaning on the right side of the door opening looking smug as if my presence bothered him. Instead of the casual wizard wear he was now wearing a grey long- sleeved shirt with brown loose pants.
"What do you want, Master Malfoy?" I said with sarcasm but he didn't get the sarcastic note.
"Nothing that concerns you, Mudblood. I can very well see that your taking the luxury time, well there will be a few changes about that..."
"I was not taking the luxury of time! My time was wasted by Annie who spent hours on educating me about what towel or what shampoo and what what to use!" I said angrily
I clearly saw Annie wince at the mention of her own name.
"And I'm glad she did, Annie take her clothes and bring them to my room, I don't want to touch anything that belongs to a mudblood like her"
What the hell does Malfoy want with my clothes?! Annie then went it and fumbled with my clothes taking them but before she could get out of the room, I blocked her way with my left leg which led her to sprawl on the floor, Malfoy didn't seem to mind in fact it seemed like he enjoyed watching it. Annie was cursing when she got onto her feet looking at me with complete abhorrence.
"What do you want with my clothes, if you hadn't notice, that was the only shirt and skirt I have and if you take it..."
"If I take it then what?"
I hesitated for a moment then said, "If you take it then I'll have to serve you a naked!"
He smirked and chuckled at this as he saw the deep fury in my eyes.
"That'll make the biggest improvement" he said then laughed
I blushed, did that mean that Malfoy wants me to serve him naked?!
He was about to turn his heel again when I grabbed his right arm.
He looked at my hand in complete disgust but I managed to say, "Malfoy, please those were my favorite clothes and if I don't get them what the hell will I wear?"
And just like his father, he roughly withdrew his hand away from my tight grasp then said, "Never touch me again, and I won't be accepting pleas from a servant like you..."
I looked at him desperately he can't take my clothes! But I knew he would, Malfoy always gets his way the way he wanted it.
He went then I entered the bathroom as Annie followed Malfoy carrying my clothes.
I went inside and locked the door, I got undressed and climbed into the tub then turned the diamond faucet on and filled the tub with lukewarm water.
I stared at the ceiling which had several drawings in it, none of which I knew of. After a while I smelled the vanilla scent that was spreading throughout the bathroom. Somehow, I got the impression that once you take a bath this scent will spread around giving you a relaxing ambiance. I relaxed and enjoyed the sweet smelling scent and forgot about my frustration with Malfoy at the moment.
After an hour or so, I felt totally clean then I got the bathrobe and wore it. Then it came in a flash. What the hell will I wear in going to Malfoy's room?! Surely I won't wear this bathrobe cause apparently I am naked beneath it with absolutely nothing on me!
I went out leaving my underwear but unconsciously doing so.
"Annie?" I asked
"Yes?" came a sour reply
"Aren't you supposed to hand me something to wear?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy didn't say anything about that, now sit so that we may start with your makeover" she barked
I stared at her, was she serious? Is she really going to give me a makeover? I don't know if I can trust her, what if I turn to her right after the process?
"Umm—"
"I said sit, now sit will you?!"
I guess my previous actions turned her a bit strict, so I sat and looked around but unfortunately; there was no mirror in sight.
"First, we will start by plucking your eyebrows" she said plainly
What?! Is she for real? I never had my eyebrows plucked and I didn't want to start now!
"With magic or without magic?" I asked
She smirked then said "Without magic..."
Oh gawd! This was going to hurt, I know it will, Lavender and Parvati tried it without magic and I could just imagine Lavender screaming at the top of her lungs at the first pluck. I closed my eyes at the thought, Gawd! These were the things I have to do for Harry!
Annie leaned over with a clipper on her right hand then began to pluck my eyebrows and seriously, she needs more plucking than I do.
At her first pluck, I screamed like I never screamed before... *************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** *********************************
After Annie's so called makeover, she suggested that I look at myself at the mirror but before I could, she blindfolded me, hoping I would be surprised. Damn! I hope I won't be too surprised.
She led me into the bathroom and got the blindfold off.
I gasped as I saw the reflection, was that really me? If it was I looked extremely unlike myself, I guess I owe Annie an apology, she did do well and I was even impressed by her.
Honestly, if I'd be this good looking, it'll look like I'm Malfoy's whore rather than his maid but nevertheless, I liked it.
I stood before the mirror and admired myself thoroughly, my eyebrows were nicely plucked, my usual bushy hair was now, a bit wavy that had curls in the tips and because Annie had a serious attempt to make it really straight, it ended up this way which was longer than usual, just below my shoulder and of course my lashes which was usually flat was now...well nicely done.
And with all these I was indeed very grateful, I never felt so beautiful before that I held Annie's hand saying "Thank you, Oh thank you so much!"
She waved a hand for me to stop and said "It's Mr. Malfoy's orders and I have to comply..."
Then so suddenly she blushed after that, I was puzzled at first then I got the impression that Annie must be...infatuated with Malfoy.
I can't help myself but ask "You have this certain infatuation for Malfoy, don't you?"
I touched a nerve because she said "Enough of this talk you better get up to his room or you will be sorry if you keep him waiting, Scarlette will lead the way..."
I stared at her and didn't move.
"Well?" she asked
"I can't go up looking like this" I said utterly bewildered
She touched her chin then said "Good point, but Mr. Malfoy didn't leave any clothing for you"
" I can't believe that prat!" I said aloud "Is he expecting me to see him dressed like this? He has to be kidding!"
"Yeah sometimes I can't believe that guy too," Annie said
I looked at her disbelievingly, she fancies Malfoy and now she's siding along with me against him. As I looked at her, she held her mouth as if she just said a swearword.
"Forget what I said," she said plainly
"It's okay, you can tell me, I won't tell the git anyway"
She hesitated for a moment then beckoned me to come closer to her "I used to be his servant before and boy! Was he a nightmare! On this particular day he was having a bad mood and I noticed that he has a curtain open and his mother has this particular rule about curtains that are open, so I warned him about it but instead he got furious and threw a dark artifact to me that turned me into a monster, like this..." she said indicating herself
"Well, what do you look like before?" I asked carefully
"Well, I'm a 25 year old girl, apparently never married and never had a serious relationship and Draco was the one who told me why..."
"And why is that?" I asked
"Because he told me I had a horrid breath that smelled like garlic"
"Well that's impossible your breath smells just fine right now, in fact it smells good like blueberries"
"That's because when he threw the dark artifact, it turned everything in me completely opposite like my hair, black isn't a color so it turned my once straight hair to a complete clown hair, you know bulging hair with different streaks, my breath used to be garlicky but now it smells the exact opposite, I used to have eyebrows like yours and now my eyebrows are horribly thick and it added my age, you know the opposite of young is old, so it turned me into a 50 year old woman, though it doesn't show because of my wild features but that doesn't take the fact off that I am a wizened lady, already"
"Well, is there no counter curse?"
"Apparently there is none and I suggest that you best go or Mr. Malfoy will ruin my greatest creation..." she said with a smile She then called Scarlette to accompany me to Malfoy's room I followed the elf...
Then I went, so that's what Malfoy did to her, no wonder she looked so... well horrid! I can't believe that prat! I just hope he wont turn me into a monster while I'm here...
Although I didn't notice I was still in my bathrobe, I continued on following the elf.
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Hermione's POV
It took Malfoy quite a time to get his ass downstairs and I just wonder why! The Malfoys' house was probably prolific with so much stairs that it'll take you about a hundred years to reach the highest level of the manor.
There I was, standing right before my enemy or rather my boss. The guy I hated almost all of my life, the guy whom I always hated with so much passion, hatred beyond it's point, a hatred no one could ever have imagined, Those 7 years of my study in Hogwarts were ruined all by one person...Draco Malfoy.
This guy was morally depraved, just as debauched as the dark lord is...I have this strong and deep loathing for him, deeper than my love for Harry because this was hate, and he caused this all. After those seven long years at Hogwarts, this was our first meeting; he was the only reason why I had to leave Harry.
I stared at him, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth...how I hate him! He just called me pauper a while ago, some guy! I looked around the room and observed how profligate this people were...the walls were engraved with some golden material and a chandelier, which had several diamonds that illuminated the room, I could tell if the diamonds were real or not and it was real....
I took another look at the complacent albino, he was still the same, nothing much changed in him, he still had that slick platinum hair, his cold grey eyes filled with so much malice and insolence and that smirk, his supercilious smirk, the smirk that showed off his debonair, the smirk that took several breaths away including Parvati's and Lavender's, the asset that girls find most enthralling and intoxicating, the asset I abhorred most about that git! I noticed his muscles, which was located in his right arm and damn, Malfoy was no longer than insolent boy I knew from school, instead he was now the sardonic manly Malfoy I never had imagined all my life to look as great as this, but no matter how manly and masculine he looks, there's still one guy who is far better than him, Harry.
I can clearly remember how bad Draco turned out when we started our last year in Hogwarts, he was worse than ever! He almost flunked his subjects and he was the headboy!
Jesus! Sometimes even the wisest people make the biggest mistakes; take our headmaster for example, Albus Dumbledore. He made Malfoy the headboy, clearly not knowing the consequences of doing so.... and as for me...well I always did a lot of complaining but to no avail.
I toiled for the lethargic Malfoy night and day, tirelessly working up my energy till dawn. Sometimes I was too languid to attend my classes but I had to, after all I am Hermione Granger, the brainiest girl of Gryffindor.
I thought about talking some sense into that paper white albino, but hell who would dare? I once tried but instead of having him convinced by my lengthy explanation, he was more convinced on doing no work at all, his reason? Why should he work when he already has a brainy girl for a slave, think about how a forward looker Malfoy is, he probably predicted that I'm going to be his personal servant someday, but it wouldn't matter anymore because I am his personal servant as of now, not knowing when the right time is for my great escapade.
Professor Dumbledore almost resorted to something I couldn't imagine myself doing which was of course tutoring Malfoy. I had to object; I mean who would dare tutor a guy who wouldn't even bother to learn? Well I know someone who would, girls who are over him, yet don't have any brains at all.
I was glad Professor Dumbledore agreed with me, his reason? Simple... I already had too much. So his most profound solution was to make Professor McGonagall, the pedantic teacher of Hogwarts cram some sense into Malfoy and give him serious tutoring. After all, he was Hogwarts' headboy.
Damn! How I missed that moment and now it seems like I'm going to be the personal maid of this git for like.... Eons...
I hate my life! Why does this have to happen to me and not to someone else?
I stared at Malfoy who was now smirking broadly.
He's going to enjoy every minute and second of his despotic domination and ridicule over me. Someday my vengeance will soon cloud his dreams and turn them into serious nightmares!
"Mudblood, may I suggest that you already know what to do once we've settled here, in my mansion?" Lucius asked
I turned to look at him; he was smirking like his son.
What the hell was this bastard talking about? He didn't give me any instructions on what to do once I arrive at the manor!
I stared at him and he laughed scornfully, Scarlette clutched his leg tighter but he didn't seem to mind at all.
"Tell me, what I am supposed to do?" I asked
"Figure it out yourself Mudblood, I have some serious appointments to make rather that waste my time educating a lowlife like you!" he said sardonically then beckoned Scarlette to go with him.
He'sdoingitagain! Clearly Lucius wanted to make me a fool in front of his son!
"Come Scarlette, we must leave your master with his new personal servant and you elf, have a lot to do, so make sure I'll be pleased with what you'll do this time or I must resort to clothes!"
Scarlette nodded her head vigorously saying "Of course master!"
She looked so pitiful, the sight of her wearing those ragged clothes brings sadness to my heart. I don't know exactly but I think that I have a certain connection for these kind of creatures. No one deserves to be treated this way...
When I escape I'll make sure I'll bring this elf along with me, granting it freedom and total elation because even the smallest creatures deserve to be really happy.
Lucius disappeared into the doorway through the left with Scarlette tailing him. So I was left alone, with Malfoy....
Now what?!
Draco's POV
The mudblood was still the same, worthless and brainy but one thing had made her better...she was my personal maid.
I'm going to enjoy everything I could do to make her life entirely miserable. I smirked at her state. She was all dirty filling up the room with her horrid smell, Oh God! Is this my personal maid?! I guess Palace was way better!
Her hair was still bushy and her eyes were still auburn, burnt with pure loathing all for me, although it was apparent that she already had those killer curves, I wouldn't bother taking a second look on this filthy girl, purebloods are not meant to fancy anyone below their interests and it is also against their ethics if I must say.
" I want to make it clear mudblood, that you are here, luckily alive because of the dark lord who, luckily felt relent towards you, so I want to make it clear that you are my personal servant and if ever I am not satisfied with your services then the dark lord shall be apprised about it.... and if he should be, I assure you that Potter will be severely tortured beyond your imagination..." I said coldly
Her pupils actually dilated when I said this, my oh my! This is going to be fun...
She bit her lower lip then whispered " I will never be considered yours Malfoy!"
I smirked and looked at her pitiful state and said "That's where you are wrong, mudblood because you are already mine now whether you like it or not and you're not going to enjoy this because I am your master, did I make myself clear?"
She glared at me; I could very well see the difficulty she was having in looking for words, God! I'm going to enjoy this, this is the only revenge I could think of after we left school, and after she sent McGonagall on my back, she almost had my position as good as gone! I'm feeling a bit grateful to the dark lord who gave me the opportunity to torture and make the mudblood's life miserable.
Thank Heavens that my father captured Potter or else the mudblood wouldn't be here standing before me feeling very uncomfortable and sorry for herself.
Then finally she cleared her throat and said "Someday I'm going to get you for this!"
I gave her my insolent smile then said, "You wish!"
And to my surprise she gave me a smirk, a smirk I never have seen before...it's quite peculiar and odd if you ask me, I never saw the mudblood smirk, not until today.
"We shall soon see..." she replied with that copied smirk from me, honestly she's only been here about a few minutes yet my influence is rubbing on her.
"Enough of this senseless talk, I'll take a closer look at you and see if you are presentable enough to be my personal maid—"
"I am presentable enough, Malfoy, So don't give this examining shit—"
"If I say you need to have an examination, gladly comply or I'll have Potter's head for sure, understand?"
She looked at me; her eyes filled with so much loathing then she gave me a mere nod then lowered her head.
"Good--!"
Suddenly, I felt something on my shoe, when I looked down at it; it was covered with spit, the mudblood's spit. Damn it! Where's the ethics of this girl?!
I grabbed her chin with my hand pulled it closer to my face (though I was a bit afraid if she might spit onto my face) and said "Do you have any idea about what you just did?!"
She smirked, our faces dangerously close right now, Damn! I was never this close to a mudblood before and to tell honestly, it didn't feel good.
"Of course, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't have any idea, wouldn't I?"
"Do you know the consequences of doing so?"
"Yeah, I know, you'll taunt me about killing Harry or taunt me about Voldemort planning to torture him, am I right?"
I smiled "You definitely are! And since you were so insolent and bold to do that indecorous thing right before me, I assume that you already know what will happen to Potter..."
I said menacingly hoping she caught every word I uttered out of the corner of my mouth.
She gulped and said "Tell me what exactly you're going to do with him, NOW!"
"I wont be accepting demands from a mere servant like you and now I must proceed into deciding whether you're presentable enough or not....and to begin your....career as my servant, I suggest you take the spit off my brand new shoes using your bare hand (EEW)...."
She stared at me, nonplussed at what I just said then finally I said "Fine! Since I'm so merciful today tear a piece from that ragged thing you call clothing and use it to get that horrid spit of yours from my shoes, now!"
She easily complied, I was impressed, I thought the mudblood wouldn't easily comply, especially if I'm the one ordering her around but I proved myself wrong because she loved Potter so much....that's why she's doing this.
I'm glad I never learned to love, I'm glad I considered Pansy just a pastime because if I did learn to love, I'll be on the same path the mudblood is on and I really don't want anyone ordering me around, that's what love gave this mudblood, eternal damnation, slavery and ridicule and as for me, well it has the best advantages.....eternal service and vengeance...service from my enemy's most loved one....the only thing Potter has now since his godfather died...
And I just deprived him of it...
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Hermione's POV
I tore a small piece of cloth from my clothing, it didn't matter anymore, it's already ruined, ruined by the prat's merciless father, I tore it just to wipe his leather shoes and all this for Harry.
Maybe my actions proved to be less sane, but believe me, they are always worth it. I bended down, but I didn't kneel because if I did, the prat's swollen face would be ready to burst, so I sat on the marble floor and felt really cold.
I started to wipe the git's shoes, hoping he was satisfied at my every stroke. Finally when I thought I had enough, I stood up and faced him.
"I'm done! What now?" I asked upon seeing his complacent visage.
"Hmm, before you rudely interrupted me, I was saying how much improvising you really need or rather how you seriously need a makeover"
"Is that so? Why am I not good enough for you, Malfoy?"
"You will never be good enough for me mudblood, especially now that you are under my despotic control as my pauper and before I start to scrutinize you again maybe we can start off with some manners, honestly mudblood, don't your parents teach you this?" he said insolently every word marked by his mock.
"For your information, Malfoy, my parents taught me enough manners—"
"To fit in an eggcup, right?" he said with a smirk
My face flushed, I could feel it, I was so angry with the albino that I burst out yelling "My parents taught me more manners than they taught you!"
He was unperturbed by that but said "Before you interrupt, let me say something first, as I was saying...you don't have enough manners, so let's start off by you calling me...Master Malfoy" he said with a hint of malice.
Gawd! I had to stifle a laugh, Master MALFOY? Honestly, was that a joke? There's no way I'm complying with that not unless I could help it.
"Got that, mudblood?"
I smirked for the third time that day, damn! The prat's influence is rubbing on me.
"Sure, no problem as long as you address me correctly too..."
Dream on Hermione like in a million years he would!
"I have no reason to call you by what you want..."
Good point, well fine since were done with this ethics thing why don't we just get started then?!
Then again he approached me, rounding me for the second time then he came into an abrupt halt when he was about to face me...
"Anything wrong, Master Malfoy?" I asked with obvious sarcasm no one would dare miss
He frowned and said, "You smell like a thousand dead rats..."
My eyes rounded "If I do smell that way, then why did you notice it just at this moment?"
"Because I wanted to rub it on you at this exact moment"
I didn't get what he said, so I said "Fine is that all because I'm really sick of your stupid examination!"
There was no reply, I looked at him and saw that he was clearly looking at something... so intently.
I stared at him, what the hell was he looking at?!
Then it came to me as I followed his gaze, Malfoy was looking at my exposed cleavage.
I quickly covered it with my hands "What the hell were you thinking of?" I asked apparently devastated. He turned away and was now looking at the ceiling.
"That you wear indecent clothes"
"Oh really Malfoy, you were looking straight at my exposed cleavage!"
" Don't over flatter yourself mudblood but then since you noticed.... so what if I was?"
Was he really confessing that he was indeed looking at me? Well if he is, this guy wouldn't be Malfoy.
"I'm a man, Granger and you're a girl exposing your indecorous assets to me, well how would a normal man react, of course he would look at them and besides it was your fault for not trying to fix those rags you call clothing but even though I took a look at your..."thing" it wouldn't change the fact that you are still a mudblood and with that fact lurking around my brain, believe me I will never try and lay a finger on you not that you're the type of girl I would do most often, well if you must know, you are what we most slytherin guys regard as....pastime"
It was as if he placed a hard slap on my face that was deeply insulting. I blushed and clutched my collar even more, I was just not embarrassed, I was insulted too, and how could he say such things like that! Even though girls regard him as the Slytherin Prince he should have never said that.
Then again I couldn't help myself but to bring my hand close to his face for a hard slap.
He caught my hand just in time, quick reflexes.
"I'm going to forgive you this once but if ever that happens again, I swear Potter's neck will be cut"
Who said I wanted his forgiveness anyway?
"Now get out of my sight and have yourself fixed and do try to take a bath with some soap and water with it, Scarlette will teach you the way and when you're done, go to my room for further instructions"
He didn't wait for my nod or approval; he directly called Scarlette and made the elf show me the way.
I followed her leaving Malfoy behind.
Draco's POV
Good thing she was out of my sight! She was driving me out of my mind!
I was also deeply frustrated at myself for taking or rather looking at the mudblood's exposed skin, how could I be so shallow?
It was a good thing I managed to get out of it with some well chosen honest reasons.
I went back to my room and directly laid myself on the bed, leaving me staring at the ceiling.
So Potter was caught, huh? Big change all right! But it wont make my life any easier, instead it'll make it much worse, you can just imagine my parents they'll be in Voldemort's company for weeks making sure that Potter will never leave his prison cell, you might ask why? The dark lord can manage.
Right! He could but he needs cronies to assist him do the dirty work and of course, the dark lord can never be too evil, he's making more evil than anyone can think of, so that's why in order to make more evil he must have some others to do evil.
The mudblood is now my current maid, which lifted the things about only a little. She is not helping after all; she'll make my life even more horrible. The only advantage I have over her is to keep on taunting her about killing Potter her loved one.
It made me feel quite jealous, Potter had someone who would do anything to save his neck to the extent of giving one's life away as for me, well both of my parents are busy enough to care.
All they left me with is the mudblood—
A sudden flash filled my mind, the mudblood?
Well she's staying here forever right? Maybe she'll be the one who'll notice me...
Oh god! I'm not that desperate for attention besides I loath the mudblood more than she loathes me and she loves Potter. What am I thinking of ?!
God! This attention crave is driving me insane.
So I concluded that a mudblood isn't enough to give a pureblood some attention and that mudbloods are always worth nothing.
That cleared everything and that made me feel a lot better.
My eyes lingered to a certain bunny suit Palace used to wear for the Halloween occasion and an evil smirk formed on my face.
The mudblood's life is sure bound to be worse than ever.
Hermione's POV
I followed the elf thinking vaguely of what Malfoy just said
"You are what most Slytherin guys consider pastime"
I shut my eyes at the thought, his voice clearly echoing inside of my head. How could he say that, even if he is a pureblood and I a mudblood, he doesn't have any right to say that!
I clearly knew what he meant, he considered me a decent fuck for indolent guys who were bored. The thought almost made me cry but I didn't, not for a silly thing like that, I must be used to things like this clearly Malfoy had more insults for me than for anyone in this world.
The thought was so insulting, the way Malfoy said it made me feel quite lower than my present state and the way he said I smelled bad.
Oh Gawd! I thought I wouldn't last in this house for a day, I was apparently wrong! I couldn't even last in it for a single hour.
I knew Malfoy and I would fall onto dispute on our first meeting, which was Malfoy's way of greeting somebody, maybe it doesn't pertain to all but it pertains to all of his enemies.
I recalled my drastic attempt to slap him, how I wish he didn't stop me, how I wish it landed straight on his face and how I wish he regretted what he said about me!
I continued to follow Scarlette and noticed how enormous the Malfoy's manor was, I couldn't remember how many staircases we passed already just to get to where we were going.
I had no idea where we are or where we are heading, I just kept on following the elf hoping we'll get to where were going already. There'll soon be a day wherein I will be lost in this manor; it's just so big.
Finally on a Y intersection, we halted and we passed on the right side to enter a very ornately designed parlor with one creature standing.
A horrid creature at that, I didn't understand if this was her fad or was she cursed by Malfoy whose spell had gone horribly wrong? Honestly, she'd be more fit to be a clown than a—
Wait what the hell is she here for?
The elf approached the clown-faced woman or man then whispered something into her ear.
I frowned, was this Malfoy's idea again?
Then finally the clown-faced woman or man spoke up "Hello Ms. Granger, I am Annie Palace, I will be in charge of your needs of beauty makeover..."
From her squeaky voice and name, I quickly recognized that this creature is a woman, although I couldn't tell if she was human or not but I guess she accounts for a human, why? 2 legs 2 arms and she is after all standing uprightly, so this is indeed a female human.
"So, Annie, what are you going to do for me?" I asked casually
Was it me or did her face actually gone from bad to worse with a hint of sourness in it.
"I am not doing anything for you, I'm doing this for Mr. Malfoy..."she said coldly
Boy oh boy! Malfoy's coldness must run through everyone in the family.
"As I was saying before, I am in charge of your beauty improvising and makeover"
I stared at her. Beauty makeover? Honestly this woman needs more improvising than I do besides how could I trust her knowing that she works for Malfoy.
"Umm, I guess my beauty is just fine so don't bother." I said uncertainly
Scarlette nudged Annie on the leg with her small elbows, then Annie bended down to the elf's level. The elf was whispering something to Annie; a sort of suggestion and on every word the elf says Annie raises her thick eyebrows in approval.
I hate it when somebody knows something that I don't and that is what's happening right now!
Annie then regained her composure with a broad smile on her face, then she said with an airy tone "Also, I would like to add that if ever you won't comply to what I say, Mr. Malfoy has given me the authority to taunt you about something that concerns Mr. Potter and whatever I say shall be upheld by him, everything clear?"
Damn! This is going to be a long day, so I said in complete frustration.
"Crystal"
She actually grinned at my reply and that made her face more horrid than ever.
"Good, I knew you would come clean, so now, before we start your makeover, give yourself a bath like Mr. Malfoy said and use water and soap for God's sake!" She said covering her nose with a piece of a creamy white handkerchief.
She had no right to look down on me because she was just a servant here too! And now I seem to be admitting the fact that I am indeed the maid of Malfoy and there's nothing I can do about it.
She led me into the right room on a nearby corner and handed me a bluish towel with the Malfoy's crest embroidered in gold on it. I stared at it, Gawd! I never knew that the Malfoys were this profligate. I took it from her hand and the towel felt cottony and silky at the same time, Cool...
As I was about to enter the bathroom, Annie suddenly stopped me by holding my left shoulder.
"What?" I asked bluntly
"I'm sorry but I handed you the wrong towel, you should use this," she said handing me a creamy flesh towel that looked like it had been used for like years.
I rolled my eyes and said "Do you expect me to be spotlessly clean if you make me use that towel?"
She waved her wand and in an instant it was as good as new.
"Only the affluent and profligate people use those kinds of towel, take the Malfoys for example and you happen to be a pauper"
It didn't make that much difference; a towel is still a towel. Sometimes the Malfoys' make the biggest of deals on the smallest of things.
I grabbed it from her hand then went in but right before I did, I asked with complete sarcasm "Well, may I not use those shampoos too?"
"No actually, they were prepared for you but you can use it only this once because Mr. Malfoy wouldn't want you to use any other shampoos in this manor, So that means that those 2 bottles and bars of soap will be your eternal supply for the rest of your life"
And to think these Malfoys were rich!
I got in then locked the door shut, as I spun around I gasped in amazement. The bathroom was humungous and it held two colossal tubs, tubs that looked like pools and it had a single shower. The Malfoys' had bigger tubs than Hogwarts has...
I walked towards the head-to-foot mirror and watched myself intently.
"Why the despondent demeanor, dear?" my reflection asked
Even the Malfoys' mirror had the accent of the queen of England.
I started to unbutton my shirt, and then a knock came from the door.
I rolled my eyes for the second time that day; can't people here give me some peace and quiet?!
I finished unbuttoning my shirt then got my brown skirt off, so all that was left on me was my underwear.
I grabbed the white bathrobe just at the side of me, wore it and went for the door with an exasperated look on my face, as the persistence of Annie's knock got louder.
I tied the golden ribbon of the robe then opened the door with complete frustration as I said...
"Annie what is it this time--!"
To my surprise, it wasn't Annie.
I came face to face with my God forsaken master, Malfoy. If I hadn't back up a bit surely our noses will be touching each other. He smirked and stared at me and I felt myself blush, I hadn't realized that I was still in my bathrobe, I quickly tightened the ribbon knowing Malfoy's peeking instincts while he was there leaning on the right side of the door opening looking smug as if my presence bothered him. Instead of the casual wizard wear he was now wearing a grey long- sleeved shirt with brown loose pants.
"What do you want, Master Malfoy?" I said with sarcasm but he didn't get the sarcastic note.
"Nothing that concerns you, Mudblood. I can very well see that your taking the luxury time, well there will be a few changes about that..."
"I was not taking the luxury of time! My time was wasted by Annie who spent hours on educating me about what towel or what shampoo and what what to use!" I said angrily
I clearly saw Annie wince at the mention of her own name.
"And I'm glad she did, Annie take her clothes and bring them to my room, I don't want to touch anything that belongs to a mudblood like her"
What the hell does Malfoy want with my clothes?! Annie then went it and fumbled with my clothes taking them but before she could get out of the room, I blocked her way with my left leg which led her to sprawl on the floor, Malfoy didn't seem to mind in fact it seemed like he enjoyed watching it. Annie was cursing when she got onto her feet looking at me with complete abhorrence.
"What do you want with my clothes, if you hadn't notice, that was the only shirt and skirt I have and if you take it..."
"If I take it then what?"
I hesitated for a moment then said, "If you take it then I'll have to serve you a naked!"
He smirked and chuckled at this as he saw the deep fury in my eyes.
"That'll make the biggest improvement" he said then laughed
I blushed, did that mean that Malfoy wants me to serve him naked?!
He was about to turn his heel again when I grabbed his right arm.
He looked at my hand in complete disgust but I managed to say, "Malfoy, please those were my favorite clothes and if I don't get them what the hell will I wear?"
And just like his father, he roughly withdrew his hand away from my tight grasp then said, "Never touch me again, and I won't be accepting pleas from a servant like you..."
I looked at him desperately he can't take my clothes! But I knew he would, Malfoy always gets his way the way he wanted it.
He went then I entered the bathroom as Annie followed Malfoy carrying my clothes.
I went inside and locked the door, I got undressed and climbed into the tub then turned the diamond faucet on and filled the tub with lukewarm water.
I stared at the ceiling which had several drawings in it, none of which I knew of. After a while I smelled the vanilla scent that was spreading throughout the bathroom. Somehow, I got the impression that once you take a bath this scent will spread around giving you a relaxing ambiance. I relaxed and enjoyed the sweet smelling scent and forgot about my frustration with Malfoy at the moment.
After an hour or so, I felt totally clean then I got the bathrobe and wore it. Then it came in a flash. What the hell will I wear in going to Malfoy's room?! Surely I won't wear this bathrobe cause apparently I am naked beneath it with absolutely nothing on me!
I went out leaving my underwear but unconsciously doing so.
"Annie?" I asked
"Yes?" came a sour reply
"Aren't you supposed to hand me something to wear?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy didn't say anything about that, now sit so that we may start with your makeover" she barked
I stared at her, was she serious? Is she really going to give me a makeover? I don't know if I can trust her, what if I turn to her right after the process?
"Umm—"
"I said sit, now sit will you?!"
I guess my previous actions turned her a bit strict, so I sat and looked around but unfortunately; there was no mirror in sight.
"First, we will start by plucking your eyebrows" she said plainly
What?! Is she for real? I never had my eyebrows plucked and I didn't want to start now!
"With magic or without magic?" I asked
She smirked then said "Without magic..."
Oh gawd! This was going to hurt, I know it will, Lavender and Parvati tried it without magic and I could just imagine Lavender screaming at the top of her lungs at the first pluck. I closed my eyes at the thought, Gawd! These were the things I have to do for Harry!
Annie leaned over with a clipper on her right hand then began to pluck my eyebrows and seriously, she needs more plucking than I do.
At her first pluck, I screamed like I never screamed before... *************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** *********************************
After Annie's so called makeover, she suggested that I look at myself at the mirror but before I could, she blindfolded me, hoping I would be surprised. Damn! I hope I won't be too surprised.
She led me into the bathroom and got the blindfold off.
I gasped as I saw the reflection, was that really me? If it was I looked extremely unlike myself, I guess I owe Annie an apology, she did do well and I was even impressed by her.
Honestly, if I'd be this good looking, it'll look like I'm Malfoy's whore rather than his maid but nevertheless, I liked it.
I stood before the mirror and admired myself thoroughly, my eyebrows were nicely plucked, my usual bushy hair was now, a bit wavy that had curls in the tips and because Annie had a serious attempt to make it really straight, it ended up this way which was longer than usual, just below my shoulder and of course my lashes which was usually flat was now...well nicely done.
And with all these I was indeed very grateful, I never felt so beautiful before that I held Annie's hand saying "Thank you, Oh thank you so much!"
She waved a hand for me to stop and said "It's Mr. Malfoy's orders and I have to comply..."
Then so suddenly she blushed after that, I was puzzled at first then I got the impression that Annie must be...infatuated with Malfoy.
I can't help myself but ask "You have this certain infatuation for Malfoy, don't you?"
I touched a nerve because she said "Enough of this talk you better get up to his room or you will be sorry if you keep him waiting, Scarlette will lead the way..."
I stared at her and didn't move.
"Well?" she asked
"I can't go up looking like this" I said utterly bewildered
She touched her chin then said "Good point, but Mr. Malfoy didn't leave any clothing for you"
" I can't believe that prat!" I said aloud "Is he expecting me to see him dressed like this? He has to be kidding!"
"Yeah sometimes I can't believe that guy too," Annie said
I looked at her disbelievingly, she fancies Malfoy and now she's siding along with me against him. As I looked at her, she held her mouth as if she just said a swearword.
"Forget what I said," she said plainly
"It's okay, you can tell me, I won't tell the git anyway"
She hesitated for a moment then beckoned me to come closer to her "I used to be his servant before and boy! Was he a nightmare! On this particular day he was having a bad mood and I noticed that he has a curtain open and his mother has this particular rule about curtains that are open, so I warned him about it but instead he got furious and threw a dark artifact to me that turned me into a monster, like this..." she said indicating herself
"Well, what do you look like before?" I asked carefully
"Well, I'm a 25 year old girl, apparently never married and never had a serious relationship and Draco was the one who told me why..."
"And why is that?" I asked
"Because he told me I had a horrid breath that smelled like garlic"
"Well that's impossible your breath smells just fine right now, in fact it smells good like blueberries"
"That's because when he threw the dark artifact, it turned everything in me completely opposite like my hair, black isn't a color so it turned my once straight hair to a complete clown hair, you know bulging hair with different streaks, my breath used to be garlicky but now it smells the exact opposite, I used to have eyebrows like yours and now my eyebrows are horribly thick and it added my age, you know the opposite of young is old, so it turned me into a 50 year old woman, though it doesn't show because of my wild features but that doesn't take the fact off that I am a wizened lady, already"
"Well, is there no counter curse?"
"Apparently there is none and I suggest that you best go or Mr. Malfoy will ruin my greatest creation..." she said with a smile She then called Scarlette to accompany me to Malfoy's room I followed the elf...
Then I went, so that's what Malfoy did to her, no wonder she looked so... well horrid! I can't believe that prat! I just hope he wont turn me into a monster while I'm here...
Although I didn't notice I was still in my bathrobe, I continued on following the elf.
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A/N : Okay that was not supposed to end there but I had to end it or it'll be extremely long besides I'm feeling quite tired already....
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